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riverviewlogs2018-01-30 05:12 am
earlofphantoms) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-01-30 05:12 am
{ Born Fighting }
who: Vincent Phantomhive & Open
what: TDM: Dream a Little Dream
when: Late January through early February.
where: In dreams.
warnings: Violence/gore, death (and the issues surrounding it) and madness. { Vague spoilers for latest Black Butler reveals. }
The dreams started the moment he slipped into slumber. Vincent was held prisoner by them, following each uneasy transition against his will. Care to join him?
Good luck.
{ A }
The high-pitched giggling of children playing echoed through the halls of the manor. Vincent was sitting at his desk, reviewing a letter sent by Her Majesty, yet the words stopped having any meaning. They might as well have been written in a language he didn't know. He quickly lost interest in trying to decipher any of it and the paper fluttered from his grip. He then rose from his seat to walk to the window.
Outside, his sons were enjoying a rare day of health and sunshine. Their cousin was with them, her golden hair shining as she pulled one of the boys into a dance. Vincent could not help but smile, however it was...strange...
He could hear their laughter - their voices - so clearly. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the sound of them.
A hand clasped his shoulder, causing him to jump and turn...
{ B }
Behind him was a void. A yawning mouth of pitch dark beckoned him where his door should be. Inside the shadow, the laughter had turned to screams. His heart clenched and he ran forward without a thought; without a pause. If his family needed him, he would be there.
As the shadows swallowed him, he felt a soft, warm weight in his arms. He knew the identity of the precious bundle immediately and he embraced the baby to his chest.
"I love you. I will always love you."
The baby gurgled and settled - always so good and so sweet. Vincent continued on his journey forward, querying:
"Where is your brother?"
At the question, the baby in his arms disappeared, leaving blood on his hands...his arms...his chest.
The screaming intensified and then he heard her voice, loud and clear:
"Vincent!"
{ C }
The pain was brief and intense. His chest was hot - burning - and there was a copper taste on his tongue. He could feel Rachel, but he couldn't move to comfort her. He couldn't even really...see...
"Vincent, wake up~"
He blinked and stirred in his four poster bed. Claudia, his mother, was standing over him, stroking his hair. There was a sad smile on her lips and he didn't know how to make her...happier. Could he? Or was he the sole cause of her pain?
Lifting tiny arms, he embraced her around her neck and was lifted into her embrace. Nothing could be better, surely. They would always be together.
Distantly, a church's bells were tolling.
what: TDM: Dream a Little Dream
when: Late January through early February.
where: In dreams.
warnings: Violence/gore, death (and the issues surrounding it) and madness. { Vague spoilers for latest Black Butler reveals. }
The dreams started the moment he slipped into slumber. Vincent was held prisoner by them, following each uneasy transition against his will. Care to join him?
Good luck.
{ A }
The high-pitched giggling of children playing echoed through the halls of the manor. Vincent was sitting at his desk, reviewing a letter sent by Her Majesty, yet the words stopped having any meaning. They might as well have been written in a language he didn't know. He quickly lost interest in trying to decipher any of it and the paper fluttered from his grip. He then rose from his seat to walk to the window.
Outside, his sons were enjoying a rare day of health and sunshine. Their cousin was with them, her golden hair shining as she pulled one of the boys into a dance. Vincent could not help but smile, however it was...strange...
He could hear their laughter - their voices - so clearly. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the sound of them.
A hand clasped his shoulder, causing him to jump and turn...
{ B }
Behind him was a void. A yawning mouth of pitch dark beckoned him where his door should be. Inside the shadow, the laughter had turned to screams. His heart clenched and he ran forward without a thought; without a pause. If his family needed him, he would be there.
As the shadows swallowed him, he felt a soft, warm weight in his arms. He knew the identity of the precious bundle immediately and he embraced the baby to his chest.
"I love you. I will always love you."
The baby gurgled and settled - always so good and so sweet. Vincent continued on his journey forward, querying:
"Where is your brother?"
At the question, the baby in his arms disappeared, leaving blood on his hands...his arms...his chest.
The screaming intensified and then he heard her voice, loud and clear:
"Vincent!"
{ C }
The pain was brief and intense. His chest was hot - burning - and there was a copper taste on his tongue. He could feel Rachel, but he couldn't move to comfort her. He couldn't even really...see...
"Vincent, wake up~"
He blinked and stirred in his four poster bed. Claudia, his mother, was standing over him, stroking his hair. There was a sad smile on her lips and he didn't know how to make her...happier. Could he? Or was he the sole cause of her pain?
Lifting tiny arms, he embraced her around her neck and was lifted into her embrace. Nothing could be better, surely. They would always be together.
Distantly, a church's bells were tolling.