OPEN | Dreamscapes

[sweetlies]

who: Ciel Phantomhive and YOU
what: Memory Sharing
when: October 9th-23rd
where: In dreamland...
warnings: Warning for child torture, murder, general murder

ONE - Ciel watching his fiancee fight on the Titan Campania
TWO - The night his parents died.
THREE - Branded
FOUR - Almost eaten
FIVE - Warm milk after bedtime
SIX - Dreams for the future
SEVEN - The Ripper's last victim

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[dracolucmalfoy]

So drawn in by the scene and what was happening, Draco hadn't noticed that the actual Ciel was standing there as well. So the touch was a bit startling, considering how he hadn't been able to properly interact with what was happening. Looking over to the real Ciel, Draco's eyes then went back as the scene continued to play out.

"No, I cannot. However..." Draco didn't finish what he was going to say. Instead, he let his words fade off. Then, "I know what it is like to be branded. To be... trapped by fanaticism." He then glanced around again. "At least, I assume that is what this is about, some form of fanatic group."

[sweetlies]

There was the faintest, sad, smile from the young earl as he glanced between the memory and Draco. Fanaticism, that was one way of looking at it. Disgusting was another. How they'd treated him and the other children... him and his brother being regarded as 'rare.'

"Cultists. We were their lambs in their attempts to summon a demon from hell." He didn't mention that they'd been successful.

[dracolucmalfoy]

"You cannot have a Cult without Fanatics." Draco said in a dry tone of voice. He gave a slight shudder as he thought of this ritual and branding being used for such a thing. Summoning a demon... Well, what was the Dark Lord if not a demon in human form?

"Immortality and World Domination, that is what ours sought." There was a long moment in which Draco fought with himself. "If you ever wish to talk about this, or wish to know more, you can ask me outside of this memory." Draco rubbed at the place where the scar remained, the only sign of the Dark Mark left upon his forearm. He had thought sixteen young, and yet... Ciel had endured a similar pain at a younger age.

[sweetlies]

That was true enough, and Ciel made a little sound of agreement as his eye went to the cages where his brother was... Somewhere, and then back to the version of him still stuck at ten years old. A little boy who hadn't even been able to enjoy his birthday...

"Riches and power, immortality. It's always the same thing." Some people were so lacking in creativity. Of course, so was he but he'd been young. "I wished for revenge."

And he was the one the demon chose.

"I'm not sure what I'd talk about, a lot happened that month, but I do appreciate that. I'm sure we could find something to discuss though or I would think of something to ask."

[dracolucmalfoy]

Draco could understand the wish for revenge. Not that he had anyone to seek it from. No, his own personal wish at the worst had been different. Life. Draco just wanted to continue to live. The wish to change and become something else than what he had been all came later.

"True enough. Honestly, I'm not one to talk about emotions. Still." Draco's eyes roamed more. There really was nothing left to say about it. It wasn't like they were sitting down for tea. "I once had someone try to help. I'm not sure it would have helped if I had let him, but I feel like he would have tried to offer something. Some observation or just to listen. Since he can't... this is my poor attempt. But please, do not share that I have." Draco then made a dramatic and put-upon expression. "The thought of everyone thinking I would listen to all of their problems. It is terrifying."

[sweetlies]

Not that Ciel would refuse a chance to sit and have tea. Here though, they would have to wait. It was almost laughable. He could remember Azzurro Vanel saying the English had nothing but tea on the brain. Ciel couldn't help that he enjoyed his habits, and tea came in all varieties.

"Don't worry, I won't speak a word of it to anyone." And Ciel laughed softly, something he was getting more practice with since the portal had drawn him in. Really, he was living more here than he had in England. "I can imagine it would be. This entire situation is terrifying for me."

Kind of. Some things he's dealt with haunted him, and he hated people seeing any of this and possibly pitying him.

[dracolucmalfoy]

Draco hummed a bit as he gave a slight nod. "I can easily imagine so. There are a few moments in my past I would hate for others to see." He left that the eerie similarity to this one of Ciels unsaid. This kind of thing wasn't easy to admit to having happened. "So, how exactly do we get out of this? I'm still not sure on that front." At least Draco did not pity Ciel for this. There was a sadness there that the boy had experienced this type of situation, but no pity. He obviously overcame the trauma. Or, at least, learned to live with it. Pity was useless and helped no one.

[sweetlies]

He turned his back towards the scene, focusing on Draco and thinking over the memory, the dream. This had been inconvenient but better than most. And he at least knew Draco wouldn't scorn him now or spread everything.

"Last time, I woke up shortly after the memory ended. Before it ended a second time otherwise." Well, Undertaker had woken. He'd never actually been aware enough in dreams before to make himself wake up.