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Lelouch vi Britannia ([personal profile] likewishes) wrote in [community profile] melodiesofeternity2018-08-11 04:04 pm

[ Closed ]

Who: Lelouch & Co
When: August 2nd - 5th
Where: Geass House
What: Nunnally is gone and Lelouch never has been really good at letting things go where it concerns her. But he can't just sit around being a grumpy pants forever, now can he?
Warnings/Notes: TBD


Or could he?

True to form, once Lelouch knew that Nunnally wouldn't be coming back, it felt like his whole world had ended yet again. The reaction this time isn't as harsh or severe. Time around Lelouch didn't stop moving nor did he lock up and slide towards a mental breakdown. Instead he was aware of time passing, but he didn't seem to care. His thoughts didn't cease, but his mind didn't really seem to be completely firing on all cylinders either. It was sluggish, refusing to keep up at its normal pace. No wonder that he found it hard to be motivated to do anything. Lelouch wasn't leaving his room nor was he actively on the Mognet either.

When he did leave, it was late at night/early in the morning. Lelouch did this only to eat before slipping away back into his room. Whether or not he was avoiding everyone else in the house or not wasn't something he was actively thinking about. Perhaps Lelouch just didn't want to have contact with anyone subconsciously. Regardless, he wasn't doing much more than running on autopilot. This concerned Mogya, considering the Moogle was the one that would bring the plates back from his room. She would bring water to and from the room and each time she would see Lelouch reading more books, but not actually reading them. Mogya didn't understand the behavior and expressed her concerned to the other residents in the home. She was getting pretty worried.

Though it was silly, wasn't it? Lelouch wasn't able to be distracted by anything like the Black Knights or the Requiem. So all he had time for was to sit and think. It wasn't fair, getting a small taste of being something like siblings again, only to have it taken from him. At the same time, that wasn't the right way of thinking. At the end of the day, his punishment was still being carried out like this. The siblings were still separated from each other. The problem was he wasn't certain if this was a positive outcome or not and there was nothing he could do about it. Nunnally wasn't here, but she had to be somewhere... Maybe that was what he was truly getting caught up on: being powerless to make sure that his little sister was safe and sound.
promisedtolive: (suzaku | to reassure)

[personal profile] promisedtolive 2018-08-12 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ He offers a faint, sad smile to the moogle, nodding in agreement. ]

Thank you, Mogya. Give me a few minutes alone, would you? And when I call, hold the door open for me.

[ There are so many ways a discussion with Lelouch can go, but he isn't without some ideas of what he can do.

He steps past the moogle and into the room. ]
promisedtolive: (suzaku | worried)

[personal profile] promisedtolive 2018-08-12 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ No bullets or death, but still plenty of pain and sadness.

He scans the titles or spines of the books as he approaches where Lelouch is sitting, reading top lines of those that are open. He's interested in Lelouch's research, but that can all wait until said researcher is actually in a frame of mind to pursue it.

Once at Lelouch's side, he places a hand on his shoulder, saying nothing. ]
promisedtolive: (suzaku | not supposed to be this way)

[personal profile] promisedtolive 2018-08-12 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not a burst of angry flailing, or slipping into a catatonic state, so he'll take it. And his hand tightens gently on his shoulder at that simple reply. ]

I know. [ Apparently, no one does. Even if she's just lost again to the Dream Width, that means she's trapped in nightmares until she's rescued again. And there's no way to know if she went home, naturally. But if she did, that means leaving here is possible and it's not being offered to the general population. He's not going to tell Lelouch any pretty lies; he's past that sort of thing. And Lelouch wouldn't want them, anyway. ]

When did you eat last?
promisedtolive: (suzaku | listening)

[personal profile] promisedtolive 2018-08-30 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nods, acknowledging the response, even if Lelouch isn't looking his way. ]

Can I convince you to come out and have some dinner? [ He wants to know what sort of headway, if any, Lelouch has made in what he's been reading in here. But the priority is Lelouch's physical well-being. The rest will come afterward.

He thinks C.C. might be a little bit proud of him for that thought. She was always the one waving food in their faces to remind them they were hungry. ]
promisedtolive: (other | shh it's all right)

[personal profile] promisedtolive 2018-09-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ His hand doesn't squeeze further, but just... lingers on his shoulder. As though it's the only thing he can give. ]

[ Softly: ] I understand that. [ He remembers the day after FLEIJA in brief flashes of memory. The death toll had been so massive, and then someone had mentioned the Viceroy had been in the part of the settlement that he'd destroyed. For some shamefully small time, Nunnally's loss had felt greater than the 34,999,999 other lives. But for Jeremiah talking at him in the center of that crater... he would have stood there until he collapsed and/or starved.

Cecile had probably done more than she knew with her abominable concoctions that she shoved in his hand that day. For once, he'd eaten them with no reaction to the strange combinations.

He and Lelouch -- neither one of them was good at taking care of the basic needs when faced with overwhelming situations.

But Nunnally wouldn't want her brother to do this to himself. ]


[ In the same tone: ]

I asked Mogya to hold the door open for me when I called. You can walk out of this room with me, or I can carry you out over my shoulder.
promisedtolive: (suzaku | worried)

[personal profile] promisedtolive 2018-09-13 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ If he knew Lelouch was, at least, eating and bathing, he'd refrain from pressing too hard. Honestly, he would probably join him in this room and content himself to fetch books or materials, or whatever else Lelouch might need to put a balm over his pain. ]

I would. [ His tone is so gentle. But also firm in its resolve. ] As your knight, and as your friend.

[ Weeks ago, Cornelia had told him real knights exercised autonomy for the good of their royal masters, or something thereabouts. He might understand, a little, what she meant. ]
promisedtolive: (knight | playing to perfection)

[personal profile] promisedtolive 2018-09-13 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Now his hand tightens again. Decide quickly, Lelouch. ]

Forgive my presumption, Your Majesty.

[ Somewhere in that humbling is a tease, and also a genuine apology. He declared himself to still be in Lelouch's employ, emotionally and tactically, back when Euphemia learned of how and why her life ended. He offered his service and friendship and life in all seriousness, and knowing what that could mean -- at least, in terms of a "master" such as Lelouch. ]
promisedtolive: (knight | mission accepted)

[personal profile] promisedtolive 2018-10-10 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ In his own mind, he considers himself more equal to Lelouch than his outward behavior might suggest. But the status he earned -- stole, ripped from others, killed to get -- means little here, and without that he's just one more unworthy man trying to pretend he's something more.

He takes a half step back from Lelouch's chair and his hand moves from his shoulder to touch his upper back. ]


Thank you. [ Genuine. ] After you.