Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

[DestinyRed]

Raya listened to the nightmare's words and Froze, "H-Humans? You keep, then kill humans at a Circus?" she asked quietly, her eyes wide. That was when a bit of fear settled comfortably in her stomach, "And you killed the ringmaster?" she added in a whisper


She ignored the nightmares odd choice in poses then crossed her arms, "I want to go back to the cafe." she said in a firmer tone. Her earlier words were merely airy whispers, the tone she tried to portray now was very demanding.


"How do I get out... nameless nightmare..."

 

[Cryobionic]

"Look who you're talking to, Ra-ya," Quincy singsonged, his usual, demented demeanor returning in an instant as the soles of his feet burst up into tingles the moment that inch of fear entered the protectors soul. It might not be her dream, but it was Quincy's creation. And that meant that he would, willingly or not, feed off of anything in there.


Which probably wasn't a very good idea now that he thought about it. The nightmare blinked, trying to snap out of the haze of insanity her fear had caused, and instead tried to focus back on her question. "A nightmare... isn't born of good things," He murmured as his left eye started twitching, once, twice, "I think you should probably get out of here, actually." The nightmare looked around, one purple nailed finger tapping against his cheek in thought, "You could probably manage to wake up on your own, but then again, you might not. Or I could scare you awake. Your choice, really:" Quincy flashed a cutesy grin.

 

[DestinyRed]

A nightmare isn't born of good things? What does that mean...? she wondered to herself then listened to what the nightmare had to say, "Erm, I'll get myself out then." she said as her mind mentally added, Not a big fan of being scared either.


The protector sat back down and closed her eyes, attempting to get her real body to do something. Really it just felt like she was staring at her eyelids and moving her fingers.


She tried again and that failed, then instead of doing that just kept blinking in effort to open her real eyes. Everything she tried resulted in failure... yet she kept trying anyways.

 

[Cryobionic]

It took all of two minutes before Quincy grew bored at staring at the protector trying to get herself to wake up. Honestly, with her being a dream jumper, Quincy had at least expected her to conjure up some better results than that, novice or not. The nightmare, flomped down on his stomach, the leaved underneath him rustling with his weight as he stared up at her, his head slightly tilted to the side.


Her eyes were shut tightly together, her face scrunched up in concentration, and Quincy almost laughed when he saw her fingers moving around sporadically, as if trying to grip for her physical presence. Had it not been for the fact that moving at all was totally unnecessary in a situation like this, the nightmare would have almost found her entire display bordering on cute.


"This would go a lot quicker if I gave you a fright, darling." He murmured, rolling over on his back. When he didn't get a reply, he frowned in displeasure. It wasn't as if he could just leave her and go back to the real word himself either, because if he did, she would most likely get herself stuck and then Jun would be upset with him. And he didn't want that. Now, the nightmare had no idea why that was, but he justt knew that he didn't.


So, with no other alternative, Quincy began feeling out her fears, searching just above the surface of her subconscious. It was all rather boring stuff, really, fear of uselessness... abandonment... completely ordinary, boring-


Wait. The nightmare sat up from his position on the forest floor, his lips parting ever so slightly as his eyes blinked in realization. There was an aunt... and an uncle too. He could use that, most likely.


It only took a slight bit of concentration to get the images of the two older people to appear, lifeless and bleeding on the ground just a little ways from where the two was sitting, and tentatively, Quincy got up to inspect his work. A slight tweak of energy made the females nose a bit more crooked, added a mole to the males neck... they looked almost identical to the ones he had seen in Raya's fears, and a small smile of anticipation began to stretch its was over the nightmares pale features. His brother couldn't possibly have a problem with this. He was helping after all.


So, with his illusions now in place, Quincy happily skipped back over to the still concentrating protector, and tapped her on the shoulder with a pleased smile. When she looked up, he pointed a finger at the two lifeless bodies, flashing her a rather proud grin.

 

[DestinyRed]

Raya continued her random methods of trying to wake up, frowning at her failure yet keeping her eyes glued shut. It was frustrating really. As she went to try a different method she felt a tap on her shoulder then opened her eyes and looked at the nightmare, "What do you wa-" she stopped in the middle of the word as her eyes followed his hand over to two dead bodies.


It was a little hard to tell who they we're from her spot on the ground so she got to her feet and took small steps forward, her heart dropping at what she saw, "Pops... Merle?" she asked with a shaky voice, her face going deathly pale as she took small steps closer, "Pops. Merle?" she repeated slowly going to her knees beside them and looking at them with a hand over her mouth.


"No." she said simply, her voice ringing across the area.


She placed her hands on Pops Chest, spikes of fear bursting as she lowered her head and listened for any sound coming from his heart. A single tear shed and she wrapped her arms around the both of them, "Please..." she whispered Quietly, "Please!" They had raised her like a daughter, even though she wasn't there's. They put up with her back talk and her teasing, fed her and held her when she cried. They raised her because her parents couldn't and... She never said thank you. Not once had she thought to thank them.


Anger and agony and fear danced together in perfect harmony, the three emotions molding together then stabbing her relentlessly as she started to sob.


"Don't leave me alone!" she yelled as hot tears burned her eyes. She sat up and placed a hand on each of their heads and called upon her own power. As if in Pity her powers surfaced and she threw every ounce of healing power she had at them, "Wakeup!" she yelled as she went again, the glow her powers had disappearing into their skin, "Wakeup!!" she screamed.


She had to say thank you. She had to, but as she forced her powers to do anything to bring them back it became more and more evident that it was impossible.


In anger she stood up, her eyes glowing as she charged at the nightmare, a forest of fire and ash behind her, "What did you do!" she screeched then launched herself at him, sending her flame at him as she did so. Yet, right before she scorched the nightmare face, she disappeared in a flash of light, leaving a puff of steam in her place.

 

[Cryobionic]

Quincy rolled his eyes with a small giggle as he raised his arm to banish the flame, the heat from the angry energy heating up the palm of his hand in the most delightful of ways. The nightmare looked up at the raging forest fire, watching as the flames tore down at the illusions he had cast up, his head tilting to the side a tad as he studied the licking flames. It was an impressive display to be sure, a tad bit rushed, but he supposed he couldn't blame the girl, really.


With a small laugh he snapped his fingers together, the flames and forest vanishing into thin air in an instant. No need for fancy theatrics or light-shows right now, he didn't think. Those were reserved for entertainment, in his humble opinion. Quincy's bare feet skipped across the now bare scenery, coming to a halt in front of the illusions that had seemed to cause the blue haired protector so much grief, but as he stared down at their lifeless, limp bodies, he couldn't quite understand why. "You're just humans," He murmured as he crouched down next to them, his head once more tilting to the side in a childish display of unsated curiosity, "If I wrapped my hands around your throat and squeezed, you'd choke and be dead." He told the illusions simply, his pale brows drawing together in a small frown.


He'd never understood the emotional connections some people seemed to have to other beings. To their family members. Pale, slender fingers reached out, pushing rogue, blood caked strands of hair away from the females face almost lovingly, it was true that he felt some sort of connection to his carnies, but he wasn't sure he would be sad or mourn of any of them passed. No, he was absolutely sure that if any of his circus family died, he wouldn't be sad at all, perturbed and a little annoyed at the fact that they would have to be replaced, perhaps, but not sad.


Pursing his red stained lips in thought, the nightmare let himself fall back on his behind, stretching out his legs to rest upon the chest of the male as he lay back, staring up into the blank abyss of the dream. People didn't mourn when they squished spiders. He happened to like spiders quite a lot, but even he had to admit that he probably wouldn't become depressed or freak out when they died. How were spiders different from people? They were both living things that walked around and could easily become dead if he wanted them to.


Quincy didn't understand.


But he didn't have to understand for his techniques to work. And that was all that mattered, right? With a small sigh, the nightmare got up from the floor and dusted himself free of imaginary dirt before walking away, his visage fading away little by little until it was completely and utterly gone.

 

[DestinyRed]

Raya's eyes fluttered open, taking in the area above her. There weren't any stars. She sat up and looked around, her eyes getting teary. Her breaths were scattered and she was had the worst headache, but Pops and Merle wouldn't leave her mind.


They weren't dead, they couldn't be. She never got to say thank you for dealing with her, hell, thank you wouldn't cover it she'd have to do the dishes for the rest of her life to cover it. Raya was a pain in the ass, and she knew it too.


She blinked a few times to clear her vision as she looked around, her head started to pound as she did so but she was to out of it to care when she saw Jun and Oliver she got up and practically tackled the two of them with a hug, "A-Are they dead?" she whispered quietly, even though she knew the two boys had no idea what she was talking about.


Her grip on the two was firm but gentle and she cried, the sound bouncing around the area. She wasn't sure why she had hugged them, but she didn't want to let go. It was like hugging a teddy bear, comforting even, yet hugging real people was much more effective. She just settled for holding the two as her sobs calmed, "Oliver you smell like Whiskey..." she murmured quietly and kept her eyes closed, "Jun, you need to wash this shirt." she whispered then tried to laugh.


Laughing doesn't work when you're not happy.

 

[thistle]

While waiting for Oliver to escape imprisonment and join him in the hall, Jun, panicking and on the verge of hopping from foot to foot, forced himself to stop by kneeling beside Raya. It worked, but from there he felt equally just as helpless. Instinctively, the shade thrust out a hand, suspending it above her lips, and waited for anxious seconds. He must have caught her on an inhale because for a moment there was nothing and her body was unnervingly still. Then a soft pressure of air met his palm as Raya finally let out a breath, and Jun felt some relief at knowing she was at least alive.


There was a scuffle and the door wavered in agitation before Oliver finally arrived. Jun straightened, grateful for the imp’s presence; at least with two minds they could somehow work out the situation, Jun meaning to reassure him of her condition…


Oliver’s last exclamation made the shade stiffen as he whirled on the imp. “Jail?” he repeated, alarmed. “And what would the inmates possibly do to you? Aren’t there police to manage - !”


The breath went out of him in an instant, halting all panic like a doused flame, as a body hurled into them. He meant to flinch back in shock, for though the electric blue hair all but revealed it to be Raya, it didn't stop him from jumping. Rather than retreating back as intended, the arm that wrapped about his shoulder guided Jun’s head to whip to the right instead.


Exactly where Oliver’s dehorned skull was.


The blow was stunning more than anything, and Jun unable to help himself, cried out as his brow smacked painfully into Oliver’s own.


Dazzled, Jun blinked against the wall of moisture that welled into view ,hoping in the back of his jarred mind that Raya would mistake them for tears of relief.

 

[Cryobionic]

Instead of the reply he had been about to utter, a sharp, dog-like yelp that escaped the imp as sudden, unexpected pain flowered out in the right side of his head. Oliver's eyes squeezed shut automatically, as a hand reached up to grasp against the source of the pain, pushing Jun's head away in the process. He barely registered the sobbing girl clinging on to them both, her shoulders shaking almost uncontrollably. "Man..." Oliver whined, rubbing at the side of his head, when his fingers brushed against the sharp pieces of what was left of his horn, "I didn't get you with this, did I? That would be bad..."


Instead of waiting for an answer, the imp blinked a couple of times to clear his head of the stars dancing in front of his vision, before focusing his attention down at the blue haired protector, a worried frown overcoming his pained features, "What... What's going on?" He asked, not really knowing what else to say as the palm of his hand patted her shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting way. "Raya, why were you sleeping outside the bathrooms?"


At the same time, on the far outskirts of the city, in the dining room of an old, seemingly abandoned manor, Quincy grinned as he told a seemingly disinterested Vahl about all the different methods of removing the left hand-incisors of a raging elephant, his head nodding up and down as he spoke enthusiastically about the job. "I had to do that quite a lot, before I took the ringmasters spot. Elephants become quite sulky when their teeth hurt, but for some reason, it's only ever the ones at the left. Why do you think that is?"


The nightmare tilted his head to the side, his crimson eyes staring up at the wisp in an over dramatic display of wonder, before the expression dropped into a demented, childlike grin, "It's because-"


White locks of hair danced in the air for a brief moment as the nightmare suddenly interrupted his own explanation with a series loud curses that would make even the most vulgar, experienced carnie blush, as he clutched his head in his hands, letting out a groan of pain.

 

[DestinyRed]

Raya winced as she heard the two boys yelp then dropped her arms, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" before she could finish she was cut off by Oliver's questions, "I- they..." she stopped trying to answer the first question and changed to the second one, "I wasn't sleeping... I was just..." she remembered that when she was dream jumping she appeared asleep then sighed, "I was just having a nightmare."


She took a sharp breath then looked at Jun, wondering why the nightmare had looked like him, "In the nightmare Pops and Merle died... and I couldn't bring them back." She whispered quietly, bringing a hand to her eye to rub away the tears.


Seeing as she didn't want to think about that she brought a hand to her head, wincing as her fingers met her blooming bruise, "What the hell." She muttered and pulled her hand down with a frown, "What did you two do?"

 

[thistle]

As a creature of solace, Vahl wasn’t entirely thrilled to be joined by the nightmare at such an unexpected hour. In fact there was no reason for Quincy to accompany him in the first place, for rarely did he and the General ever meet up to enjoy one another's company. And yet here he was, in the presence of the eager nightmare, whose face was starting to grow uncomfortably close to his own as he continued to stitch together his story.


Perhaps Quincy was still riding on a natural high from the battle earlier. Or maybe he had tortured his favorite servants just before arriving. Whatever the case, there was energy in the boy’s body and Vahl only wished for it to be directed at some other poor soul's ears .


Fighting not to plant all five fingers to the General’s skull and orient him to the wall, Vahl was about to excuse himself from the dining table when Quincy’s endless chatter of the lumbering, tusked beast was exchanged for words that were much more colorful.


The outburst was so offensive that it made the cleaning maid nearby drop her duster, nearly toppling one of the porcelain vases that she had been busily polishing. She caught it but just barely.


Vahl, immensely satisfied by the fresh silence, propped his chin on a hand, and with a content expression, tilted Quincy’s head up with two gentle fingers. “Have you finished your tale? Don’t you know I was listening intently?”


@Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

One black-rimmed, crimson eye popped open to glare up at the wisp, as purple nailed fingers rubbed against the sore spot on his head. A small pout if indignancy began to form on the nightmare's red-stained lips as the nightmare straightened in his seat, trying to resist the urge snap off the wisps slender digits. That had hurt.


His one open eye widened in realization, however, as he realized the only possible explanation for his sudden and unexpected pain. Well, there were two explanations, but he very much doubted there were any angry ghosts around with enough power to conk him in the head, so it had to have been his brother. Pale brows drew together as a sudden burst of... some sort of emotion tore through his chest upon realizing this, and as he tried to figure out just what type of emotion this was, his hand began rubbing his head slowly back and forth in an effort to alleviate the stinging pain somehow.


Distractedly, his other hand reached up and pushed away Vahl's fingers, as his lips pursed in thought. He wondered what had happened to his doppelganger to warrant such a blow to the head, and in an instant a flash of hot rage shot through him at the idea that someone might have struck him. That rage was soon replaced by confusion once again, as the nightmare realized that the pain did not feel like something caused by a fist or a palm at all.


At least he wasn't unconscious, which meant that the blow couldn't have been that severe.


Jun had probably just slammed his head into the wall or something. He did that sometimes himself, if he got frustrated enough with his subjects.


Quincy decided that this was probably the reason, and turned his head back to stare at the wisp, only now realizing he had yet to open his other eye. "Then I shall continue," He deadpanned, ignoring the fact that he had been quiet for about five whole minutes, "So the reason for only the left incisors of en elephant hurting, is because, and hold on to your metaphorical hat for this one, darling~..."


@thistle


.....


Oliver looked over at Jun, then back at Raya with a slightly sheepish expression. "We... we tried to open the door, is all." He told her, gesturing at the door behind them, "And you were kinda in the way, only we didn't know that at the time." The imp bit his lip nervously, shrugging his shoulders. Had he known Raya was the one blocking the door, he would have never slammed the door as hard as he did, and a flash of guilt shot through his chest as he watched her wince to her own touch. "M'sorry." He murmured, looking properly abashed.


Deciding he needed to change the subject, Oliver directed his attention back to what Raya had been explaining, "Pops and Merle... those are the people taking care of you, aren't they?" He asked tentatively, hoping his questioning wouldn't warrant another burst of tears from the protector.


@DestinyRed

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie smiled giggling as she stared at the bubble faced demon, poking him in the arm, "Ok! Go wash it off your face with warm water," she smiled, stepping into the bathroom, where the sound of rushing water soon filled the air as Ellie washed her own mask off.


@Cryobionic

 

[Happy Red Mage]

(I'm there right? I assume you dragged Spooks there when you grabbed her hand.)

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

(I think so! ^^)

 

[Cryobionic]

Vincent sighed in relief as the thick, weird smelling substance began to wash off his face as soon as he splashed it with the lukewarm water from the sink in the kitchen. Truly, it hadn't been all that bad, but having his skin covered with the stuff hadn't been nearly as fun as Ellie had made it out to be at all. Especially when the bubble thing had started up. It just wasn't natural.


Grabbing a dish towel from above the sink, the demon began patting down his face, giving a small huff at the entire situation. Well, it made Ellie happy, and from the look of things, she needed that. He could suffer through a few minutes of having his face smeared in weird stuff if it meant that the witch got her mind off the more pressing matters of her life. It didn't mean he had to necessarily like it, though.


Giving a small chuckle at the silliness of his own thoughts, the demon reached up to run a finger over his own cheek, admitting himself a little curious to see if the 'mask' had really made any difference. Red eyes widened in surprise at the sheer softness of his skin.


"This thing really works, huh?" He called out, making sure he was loud enough for the witch to hear him.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Some work better than others, this is a special one from Korea Madame Bernet sent to me," she smiled, poking Vinny in the shoulder. "See? It wasn't so bad," she smiled placing a kiss on his now softer cheek.

 

[Cryobionic]

The demon snorted, reaching out to cup her cheeks, "Your skin is soft now," He told her seriously, before tilting his head to the side, "Well, softer." He nodded, because as it were, Ellie's skin was always soft, and briefly Vincent wondered if she used the 'masks' often. He had never seen her use them while she had been living with him, at least.


He stepped back and leaned himself against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his chest with a small smile, "I'm glad the cafe's closed today," He told her before gesturing to the fidgeting girl in the corner of the apartment, giving a slight smirk, "Perhaps you should do Spooks now?"

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie looked over at Spooks, a bright smile spreading across her face. "Spooky~," she said singsongy,walking over to the girl. She gripped the girls hands tightly, pulling her towards the bedroom. "Come on! It's not that bad!" she laughed, grabbing a different mask. "This one exfoliates," she smiled brightly, starting to put the green mask on her face.


@Metaphysics

 

[thistle]

As he listened to Raya concern pulled Jun's lips into a slight frown.


The last time Raya had been this upset was during her relatives’ capture at the abandoned farmhouse. Seeing as she was rarely affected by most matters, Jun often forgot she was just as susceptible to the darker spectrum of emotions as he was. Her endless bouts of energy simply tended to cover the fact better than most.


“Nightmare?” Jun echoed, then thought quietly.


Based on the events that had taken place in the recent days his mind went immediately to Quincy. Merely because they were related, it was obvious Quincy possessed some type of supernatural blood, but of what species remained questionable. Surely he wasn't a shade, for when they had spoke he had been directly beneath a street lamp and remained substantial the entire time. More specifically, Jun's thoughts had been drawn to his brother because when they had first met, it was to find Quincy hovering over the Ellie and Raya, both girls unconscious and terribly vulnerable. Jun, absentmindedly, sucked the inside of his bottom lip and began to worry at it with his teeth, markedly more troubled at this notion.


His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Raya's gaze linger on him, bright green eyes weighed with uncertainty. It hovered on him longer than necessary, the expression in them pinched and concentrated as though he was a new face she was trying to recognize. Then, it was gone, Raya thinking better of it as she switched abruptly to another topic, asking about the contusion to her head.


After an awkward exchange of looks, Oliver beat him to the explanation, Jun offering his own quiet apology and appearing just as chagrined when the imp finished.


“For the sake of comfort, we can stop by the store to see how they’re doing,” Jun suggested, thinking to help in some way.


While waiting for a response, the shade noticed a fresh bruising was not the only thing the door, and, indirectly, he and Oliver, had given Raya.


There was a patch of hair that notably stood out from the rest on the girl's skull, as though a hairdresser had enjoyed teasing the ends without any regards for the following consequences. The sight proved to be unintentionally charming, gnarled curls and all, though Jun wished to pat it down in place. Instead he forced down a quiet smile and politely turned his head aside to hide the trembling of his lips, fingers brushing over them in a brief manner.


@DestinyRed

 

[DestinyRed]

"So, what I'm getting is you two hit me with a door. Repeatedly?" She asked with a quiet laugh. It was a little hard to concentrate and she had a terrible headache, but other then that she was perfectly fine, aside from the fact that her small amount of mascara had leaked down with her tears, "Don't worry, I'm hard headed anyways."


"And yes, Pops is my uncle and Merle is my aunt, They've taken care of me since I was little." she explained then ran a hand through her hair while gently pressing to see how much damage had been done. Merle's going to kill me. she thought with a frown. Merle had always been the over protective one, the one who enforced her bedtime and the one that made her eat all her vegetables. Pop's was the one that dragged her out of bed at midnight so they could watch hockey on the Tv or would play dolls with her as long as he got the one with blonde hair and the pink dress.


She'd always thought it was a little weird, the two were complete opposites yet they loved eachother so much. They fought all the time yet they slept in the same bed every night. Frankly they were the only reason she believed the old saying 'Opposites attract'.


When Jun suggested they stop at the shop and check on them she nodded with a smile then looked over at Oliver, "Do you want to come? I live in a costume store." she asked, wondering if Oliver would fall in love with any other sweaters from her family owned store.


@thistle @Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

"Well, that's good," Oliver nodded with a small giggle, gesturing to himself, "Because I would fit right in at a costume store. I'd change, but I don't have any other clothing with me." The imp tilted his head to look down at himself, his beloved rainbow sweater was covered in traces of crimson blood, smudged with makeup, as well as moistened by both Raya's and Jun's tears. He was pretty sure his face look messed up, and his hair was bound to be a mess.


He couldn't care less though, he'd looked worse. "So I'd love to come." He smiled, getting up from the floor. The imp held out a hand to the protector, in a silent offer to help her up. He had nearly smashed her skull in, the least he could do was be polite about it.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie stared down at the well worn, well loved stuffed bunny in her small four year old hands. It was a cold winters day, and even her light pink polka dot coat, did little to stop the chill from reaching her. "Ellinor, what happened to your earmuffs!?" Her nanny asked, kneeling down at the little girl so her light lavender worried filled eyes. They were at a park near Ellie's house that they often went to.It had a big yellow slide that Ellie was terrified to go down alone, and a big swing set that she did like going in.


" Muffs," Ellie repeated, pointing to a near by tree where her pink earmuffs were currently situated in looking down on the two. "How did they get up there?" her nanny asked, pulling off her scarf as she wrapped it around the small girl, as she noticed the bruises on the girls neck. "Ellinor..." her nanny gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, "Who did this to you?!" she gasped, looking around at the other kids playing around them. " Erica," Ellie mumbled, her eyes glancing over to the group of girls currently playing in the sand box. Ellie would have normally played there too, but not today, not after she had gotten knocked down and head her favorite pair of earmuffs thrown up in the tree.


Her nanny frowned, picking up Ellie and walked over to Erica's mother who was currently busy talking on her phone. "Excuse me, I think your daughter has been beating up my charge, and I think she owes her a apology," her nanny frowned. Erica's mother frowned, lowering her phone, "Excuse me!? How do you know my daughter did anything!? Your charge isn't exactly normal!! Look at her hair!! And her eyes!!! She's a freak!!" the woman yelled, glaring down at Ellie, who flinched burying her face in her nanny's shoulder. " Nobody likes her here!! She makes all the kids uncomfortable!!! Why don't you just take her home!" the woman spat, going back to talking on her phone.


Ellie's nanny sighed, picking up her bag as she walked out of the park and away from the fear filled eyes of the other parents and kids. "I'm sorry Ellinor," her nanny murmured, when they were down the street. "Not normal," Ellie murmured softly, looking down at her light blue hair that cascaded down her sides in the current pigtails."People...Just don't understand us, were special," her nanny reassured her. Ellie frowned, burying her face further into her nanny's shoulder. "But I don't want to be special," she mumbled.


Ellie flinched, looking up suddenly.She hadn't thought about that day in so long that she almost forgot about it. "Eh?" Ellie looked down at the wet spots on the sheets, feeling more tears run down her face. "When did I start crying?..." she murmured quietly, rubbing her eyes vigorously.

 

[thistle]

Mild puzzlement marred the wisp’s expression when Quincy fell into unexpected silence, eyes – or single eye, in this case - going through a configuration of emotions. The ruby stained orb widened and flared, settled and grew complacent, all very expressive toward the mahogany carved table that listened in wooden silence.


Without complaint Vahl dropped his arm back into his lap when the boy pushed it away in annoyance. The only thing that mattered to the young man was that Quincy had finally handed back his silence, and it made watching the array of emotions a pleasant enough way to pass the time.


Unfortunately that also included the very moment Quincy recovered, his features rearranging themselves too quickly to understand.


The instant Quincy fixed him with a decided look and resumed, Vahl, fouled by his own efforts, fell back into his chair in an admittance of defeat. One long leg crossed over the other as the wisp, looking positively exasperated at this point, mentally prepared himself for an hour of torture, starting to rest a hand to his brow. Then a tremulous cough crossed the table and hit his ears.


It sounded as lovely as a silver bell.


"Sir," the guard said, addressing the nightmare who had started to, once more, lean in eagerly, "the remaining elves have been captured and the Captain is awaiting your decision just outside the training grounds." Visibly nervous, the soldier licked dry lips and added another hasty, "Sir" for good measure, having witnessed Quincy's ire on multiple accounts.


@Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

Red stained lips parted in slight disappointment, as he turned his head to stare at the guard, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side, "The Dark Lady's already replaced the former captain?" He mused, tapping his fingernails against the hard, wooden surface of the table, the dull sound filling the otherwise silent room as the guard nodded his head sharply, "That's certainly... efficient of her," The nightmare got up from his seat in one swift movement, not quite managing to keep from twirling around a couple of times, "But not entirely unexpected."


White locks of hair fell upon the auburn carpeting of the floor as Quincy bent over to look up at the Captain from a different angle. Looking at people right side up for too long usually became quite boring after a while, so the change in perspective was appreciated, "I don't like elves." He murmured, his tone almost bordering on whining, "They're too pure, and their magic does not agree with me. And did you know," The nightmare flipped over on the floor, coming to a standstill in front of the guard, noting with some interest the beads of sweat that had begun to make their way down his forehead, "Elves almost never sleep, and it's not like their dreams taste good either. They taste rather old."


A look of desperate impatience came over the guards nervous features, and with a small huff, the nightmare rolled his eyes, "Fine, I'll make my way down to the training grounds, don't have a conniption. After all," His head turned to face the wisp as one crimson eye closing in a cheeky wink, "Making up absurdly false facts about elephants just to irk Mr. Uptight was starting to get rather boring. Elephant's teeth, honestly."


With that, Quincy left, dancing out of the dining room with a pleased grin stretching over his features.