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sirenspull_logs2012-04-19 11:54 am
retraced) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-19 11:54 am
Entry tags:
memories rewritten
Who: Gilbert Nightray & open to Phancyhive residents/guests
When: Anytime on the 19th.
Where: Sitting room of the Phantomhive estate.
Summary: Gil has been investigating his brother's memory loss and, in turn, has had his own memory tampered with just a tiny bit.
Warnings: Kitten cuddling.
[Anyone visiting the Phantomhive estate on the 19th will end up coming across a rather strange sight. Gilbert Nightray is sitting on the couch near the window in the downstairs sitting room, a few pages of handwritten notes on the table in front of him, one in his hand. The sight in and of itself isn't all that strange, but what's strange is--
He's not wearing gloves.
Well, that and the fact that there's a small, long haired cat in his lap, purring and looking quite content as Gilbert pets him between the ears. There's no crying, no screaming, no rising blood pressure levels, no minor heart attacks. The atmosphere is actually rather peaceful aside from the slight scowl of concentration on Gilbert's face as he reads.
And all it took for this scene to occur was a distant, broken memory rewritten and a stealthy cat who managed to sneak out of the cat nursery upstairs at an opportune time.]
When: Anytime on the 19th.
Where: Sitting room of the Phantomhive estate.
Summary: Gil has been investigating his brother's memory loss and, in turn, has had his own memory tampered with just a tiny bit.
Warnings: Kitten cuddling.
[Anyone visiting the Phantomhive estate on the 19th will end up coming across a rather strange sight. Gilbert Nightray is sitting on the couch near the window in the downstairs sitting room, a few pages of handwritten notes on the table in front of him, one in his hand. The sight in and of itself isn't all that strange, but what's strange is--
He's not wearing gloves.
Well, that and the fact that there's a small, long haired cat in his lap, purring and looking quite content as Gilbert pets him between the ears. There's no crying, no screaming, no rising blood pressure levels, no minor heart attacks. The atmosphere is actually rather peaceful aside from the slight scowl of concentration on Gilbert's face as he reads.
And all it took for this scene to occur was a distant, broken memory rewritten and a stealthy cat who managed to sneak out of the cat nursery upstairs at an opportune time.]
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Mm?
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...Why is he staying here again? [Vincent, of course.]
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That's...Vincent is...
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I've never been able to agree with everything that Vincent does. He's childish, rude, selfish, and constantly disregards consideration for people's personal space...
[Sigh.]
But he's my brother. He's a person who has always supported me, and who deserves my concern. If he's here, then I can keep an eye on him. I'm sorry if he's said something inconsiderate to you.
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It's not that he's said anything. [It's the part where she thought he was going to kill her.]
I mean, you don't think he'll...
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[He doesn't follow at all.]
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No. He wasn't in his right mind back then. We won't fight like that in front of you again, I promise.
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If you think it'll be okay, then I trust you.
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It'll be fine. I've already told him to behave himself while he's here.
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I'm sure.
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Then I guess I'll just have to trust you.
You should probably get going, huh? I can take the cat back.
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[But he hands the furball over anyways.]