[The last thing Elliot remembered was that he couldn't feel much of anything, other than a bone-deep exhaustion once the pain had faded. So he's surprised to find himself being pulled...is this some sort of hallucination meant to ease the process? If so, his body has horrible taste.
He's heard people say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die, or if you nearly died, so what happens next is less surprising, even if it is devastating. But then there's a sweet scent that hits him. It's gentle. Perhaps this isn't so bad.
Elliot opens his eyes and stares at the sky. The flowers are lovely-
Flowers?
The teen jumps up, recovering his energy as he looks around, part in awe and confusion. There are people here, people who stare at him and whisper about things he doesn't understand, but that sort of standoffish behavior hasn't deterred him in the past. Straightening his posture, he approaches them. It gives him something to focus on that isn't what just happened. There are red fingerprints on his cheek.]
I have a few questions. I don't mean you any h-
[Oh. They're avoiding him. That's rude! Dropping some of his polite demeanor, Elliot stops and starts to seethe at them.]
What the hell are you running away for?!
Cherry Blossoms
[Elliot is still conflicted about his presence here, but there had been spirits and civilians who were kind, and it helped with adjusting to this new place. The cherry blossoms had caught his eye the first time he saw them, and the party wasn't unlike a picnic, so he finds himself sitting on one of the blankets, one knee pulled up and his elbow resting on it as he sorts through the fallen blossoms, picking out the prettiest ones and putting them in a pile on the blanket. It's a bit girly for him, but it keeps him occupied.]
Rumors
[As far as Elliot is concerned, rumors are for the cowardly and weak-minded, and a complete waste of time, so he gives them no thought, preferring to focus on the people he has met who didn't judge him immediately. He's met one such lady who takes care of a small library, and he found himself spending more time there. As a noble, his practical skills are few and far between, but he knows how to arrange and organize books, so he offered to help her in his free time, which he has an abundance of now.
Stepping into the library, he expects to see her behind the counter, smiling as usual, but instead it's-]
Vanessa?
[It's his sister, Vanessa. Elliot is frozen in place. He doesn't know whether to approach her or stay, after what he did. His limbs feel like they're made of lead, but he still resolves himself to move forward. She's alive, so even if he can't atone for what happened, he can't run away. There's no way in hell.
She's-
Where he saw his older sister is now a dark, glittery pile of something. Elliot just stops, seeming to gaze through it, his eyes haunted.]
Elliot Nightray | Pandora Hearts
[The last thing Elliot remembered was that he couldn't feel much of anything, other than a bone-deep exhaustion once the pain had faded. So he's surprised to find himself being pulled...is this some sort of hallucination meant to ease the process? If so, his body has horrible taste.
He's heard people say your life flashes before your eyes right before you die, or if you nearly died, so what happens next is less surprising, even if it is devastating. But then there's a sweet scent that hits him. It's gentle. Perhaps this isn't so bad.
Elliot opens his eyes and stares at the sky. The flowers are lovely-
Flowers?
The teen jumps up, recovering his energy as he looks around, part in awe and confusion. There are people here, people who stare at him and whisper about things he doesn't understand, but that sort of standoffish behavior hasn't deterred him in the past. Straightening his posture, he approaches them. It gives him something to focus on that isn't what just happened. There are red fingerprints on his cheek.]
I have a few questions. I don't mean you any h-
[Oh. They're avoiding him. That's rude! Dropping some of his polite demeanor, Elliot stops and starts to seethe at them.]
What the hell are you running away for?!
Cherry Blossoms
[Elliot is still conflicted about his presence here, but there had been spirits and civilians who were kind, and it helped with adjusting to this new place. The cherry blossoms had caught his eye the first time he saw them, and the party wasn't unlike a picnic, so he finds himself sitting on one of the blankets, one knee pulled up and his elbow resting on it as he sorts through the fallen blossoms, picking out the prettiest ones and putting them in a pile on the blanket. It's a bit girly for him, but it keeps him occupied.]
Rumors
[As far as Elliot is concerned, rumors are for the cowardly and weak-minded, and a complete waste of time, so he gives them no thought, preferring to focus on the people he has met who didn't judge him immediately. He's met one such lady who takes care of a small library, and he found himself spending more time there. As a noble, his practical skills are few and far between, but he knows how to arrange and organize books, so he offered to help her in his free time, which he has an abundance of now.
Stepping into the library, he expects to see her behind the counter, smiling as usual, but instead it's-]
Vanessa?
[It's his sister, Vanessa. Elliot is frozen in place. He doesn't know whether to approach her or stay, after what he did. His limbs feel like they're made of lead, but he still resolves himself to move forward. She's alive, so even if he can't atone for what happened, he can't run away. There's no way in hell.
She's-
Where he saw his older sister is now a dark, glittery pile of something. Elliot just stops, seeming to gaze through it, his eyes haunted.]