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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 5:12 pm
0/25 | Beel | Graciously info dropping
"In a way," Beel remarked vaguely as he took the mask from Jamie, his leather colored flesh sharply contrasting with the ivory white of Jamie's mask, "In this court. Had I given the mask away, I would not have lost my look."
He placed the mask against his skin, sighing in relief as his skin flushed into a softer peach, when his features started to reform from nothing. His body became flawless once more, skin soft and supple. When he removed the mask, his face was that of Shiloh's once more, eyes glittering lapis against his pale, flushed cheeks.
"In your world, it would not matter. The glamour only drops when I walk between the Otherworld and back." He gave Jamie a lofty smile, voice venomous, "How do I look?"
25/25 | Shiloh Beaumont | um ******** excuse me
Patience wearing thin or not, the corpse took Jamie's mask (to which Shiloh made a slight protest, don't do that!), and in a flurry of magic reformed his face before his very eyes. Shiloh gawked. It wasn't the most outlandish thing he'd seen since his stay here in the court, but seeing a doppleganger with his face did something to cement the reality around him. He really had been in Ashdown, living a normal life, doing normal things. The moonwalker—Jamie—had really been his best friend. He felt bad—felt pity—for Jamie, because his fleeting memories were still dancing on the edges of his head. Every time they threatened to resurface, he saw Melany and her tight lipped smile. It was enough to send them back into the depths of his subconscious again. He ignored the comment from the Fetch and moved on with the conversation.
"I... do know you," He did remember one thing. "We were at school," his throat was dry and his voice sounded rough in turn, "I walked into biology, that was—?"
Beel offered the same smile he gave to Jamie to his counterpart, "Me, yes, and Madam. You slapped her hand, selfish p***k." the way he said the last part garbled uneasily as his voice reformed into Shiloh's. It was perfect, flawless.
Shiloh felt somewhat sick. He could recall her hand and her long fingertips reaching out, the sensation of drowning, how cold and alone it was—but he could not put it into words.
His fingertips found his forehead again, nursing an already growing headache. "Why are you telling me this..." it was directed at Jamie in that same pathetic, pained voice from the last time Jamie had confronted him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2016 7:38 pm
Jamie Delacroix | 20/25 | guilty Watching the skin fill and the eyes reform against the backdrop of Beel's decayed and sunken figure was concerning enough on its own, but to see Shiloh's face become his again, to be reminded of the fact that this corpse had fooled him for so long, made it that much worse. The glamour, huh? Though it hadn't always been this way, the stark difference between the way Beel chose to hold himself and the way Shiloh's face was marred by exhaustion, eyes dark and tired, felt almost like an insult.
He chose, like Shiloh, to poignantly ignore the gloat. Beel would win in one way, though. Jamie did look away.
Looking at neither 'twin,' he kept his eyes to the floor. Shiloh's words sounded far away as he contemplated them, wondering if that day at school he glazed over was the day he'd disappeared. So it had been that long ago, had it? Beel seemed to confirm.
Guilt twisted in Jamie's gut. None of this was fair, but life wasn't fair, that was a lesson that had been drilled into him multiple times already. Regardless of that, regardless of how cheated he felt, he had to take responsibility. The only things he had control of in this hellhole were his own choices and not a damn thing else. Even if it was hard, even if he'd hurt Shiloh all over again just like he said he would, Jamie had to keep moving forward.
He was scared and shivering.
"I..." By the crack of Shiloh's voice he knew the question was meant for him. "I... am selfish," he admitted. "But... I thought... you deserved answers. E-Even if... you hadn't actually asked... And, um, I... thought... it might... help you remember something maybe."
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 1:26 pm
25/25 | Shiloh Beaumont | his head hurts...
It always came back to the remembering who he was, what he was. He couldn't pretend like he didn't see the hurt in Jamie's eyes, but how much did it matter when he could scarcely remember him? The way Jamie acted, the way his eyes looked so absolutely heartbroken—it was almost as if they had been friends for years. How long had he known Jamie before all of this?
Beel sighed, thumbing the mask over in his newly gloved hand. His confidence restored by the regeneration of his glamour, he was starting to grow impatient with this whole confrontation. He recalled his conversation with Corr earlier, about meeting the double who he had replaced. Melany had whipped him, that much was obvious, but this?
"After that day," Beel drawled slowly, "I took over your life, and no one was any the wiser." his lips formed a thin line, "To be expected, really. A fetch's glamour is impeccable."
Shiloh shook his head, "I knew that much..." the way he said it sounded like a bitter sulk. He remembered being told and reminded that no one would come looking for him or Thorne. It was a crushing realization, and as Shiloh came to realize... he coped by forgetting. It only hurt when he remembered his friends, his loved ones, the people who said they cared about him but would inevitably never come. Shiloh forgot them. It was better if there was no one to potentially come at all.
"You were in here three months, Shiloh Beaumont." Beel continued, looking to Jamie, "What do you even want me to explain to him?"
Shiloh only looked between the two, eyes looking somewhat downcast and resigned.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 12:03 pm
Jamie Delacroix | 20/25 | doesn't know anymore "I d-don't know," he choked, head bowed further, eyes threatening tears. It was a dangerous line they were playing along and Jamie's resolve slowly but surely felt like it was crumbling out from under him. What had he hoped to accomplish here? The answer was mud in his mind. Maybe there hadn't been a real solution to begin with.
Beel's growing confidence, the same old story he told—the one everyone knew by now—it all picked like gnats at Jamie's will.
"Explain why your madam-" it was spat, all venom and no respect, "-did this!" There was anger behind his eyes as they shimmered wetly, but he looked at the fetch now, summoning the last vestiges of his strength, flicking it on like a light switch. "Why play this stupid game? What's the point?"
That answer from before, the one meant to get under his skin, wasn't what Jamie wanted. Where was the truth? Was there a truth?
He grabbed Beel's arm, fleshy and firm like Shiloh's. "Is there a point at all...?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2016 2:04 pm
Both Shiloh and the impostor that wore his face reacted in mutual shock, eyes widened, mouths tight lines. They were mirror images of one another, both acting on the same impulse; Jamie Delacroix never stood up for himself. Jamie Delacroix never raised his voice—not in anger, not even in anguish. Beel's expression shifted into a rather warm grin, while Shiloh's expression only furrowed again. He was confused; what did it matter if Jamie yelled? Why did he find that so astonishing?
"Perhaps, perhaps not." Beel grunted when his arm was grasped, "I always thought you were more mindful of the arms..."
He shook his head, "Anyway, I can't tell you." and at that his face got serious. "At the crux of this night, you'll see. But I can't tell you right now." he seemed set on the matter.
Shiloh meanwhile stood back, watching the duo with wide eyes. It wasn't an expression of annoyance or irritation and his voice wavered when he spoke out, "J-Jamie?" he was still grappling with whatever he was having internally. saedusk i wrote 75% of this yesterday when i was half awake gomen
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 12:57 pm
Jamie Delacroix | 20/25 | ??! "I'm mindful when I need to be," he huffed and refused to let go. The implication was there: you're not Shiloh. It was true, at least, Beel had given up accuracy a while ago. Jamie continued to find that fact vaguely insulting.
The fire did die down, though, at least a touch. It smoldered beneath the surface, but Beel's denial was like cold breeze, threatening its integrity. "But you know..." he muttered, hand finally dropping from the fetch's arm. "You know and refuse to tell us. E-Even after..." Things weren't as cut and dry and beating Beel up and getting a prize, he knew that, but it still hurt to feel as if it all meant absolutely nothing.
Only Shiloh snapped Jamie out of his dive towards self-loathing. It was his voice, wavering and small, that took his attention away from Beel. If there was one thing that hurt more than his own doubts it was hearing Shiloh this way. It was recalling nights they'd had together, the ones before his friend had been replaced with a monster, where he'd learned more about the things that plagued him than Jamie ever imagined he would.
Hearing Shiloh hurt made Jamie hurt, too.
"Shiloh...?" he replied, turning from Beel, hands held out in front of him like he didn't know where to put them. "What is it?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 2:24 pm
"Humans are so impatient." Beel sighed, fighting the exhaustion that threatened his upright state. ******** Mercer; his magic wasn't anything to toy with. He turned to Shiloh with an equal inquisitiveness.
Shiloh only shook his head. "I-It..." He shook his head again, words failing him.
"Can't remember?" Beel wheezed, laughed. "It's because Jamie never gets mad Shiloh, but you don't know that, do you?"
Shiloh shook his head again, this time more fervently.
"You never did like the yelling, not from anyone, from your Father—"
"STOP"
Beel cackled, watching Shiloh squirm. "Come now, do you even remember him?" but Shiloh was silent, clutching the sketchbook to his chest. saedusk "let's end on my next post" hi i lied
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 5:39 am
Jamie Delacroix | 20/25 The revelation hit Jamie like a dead weight to the chest. Even as he thought of that night spent together, he hadn't put two and two together, he didn't catch that the frustration that made him raise his voice was something that might hurt Shiloh beyond the veil of his repressed memories. If that was that case, then-
"I'm sorry, Shiloh," he muttered, ignoring Beel's jeering and trying to stay calm despite Shiloh's outburst. "It's okay... it'll be okay... I promise."
Delicate hands finally found somewhere to rest; it was on Shiloh's shoulder, on his upper arm, an attempt to be comforting. Jamie told himself in his head, don't flinch, even if he pulls away.
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