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 Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 9:45 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || Trying to enjoy himself
Chris had, through some weird form of magic and in between his running around to do a few more favors, found himself a bottle of the really nice wine that he had been drinking with Alois earlier. It was unopened, untouched, and had Chris not been really into it earlier and basically focused a little too heavily on the bottle he would have ignored it. Hell, if he hadn't been run so ragged he would have probably ignored it anyways, despite the quality of the wine. But he was tired and irritated by the court so he had taken the bottle, taken a glass, and had decided to go find some dark corner to himself.
It was by the stairwell of the Ebony Spiral that he found what he was looking for, a small sitting area that had either been outright ignored or was otherwise abandoned for better festivities. It was a little in the corners, a little far that he would at least get five minutes on his own without interruption and so Chris sat down, uncorked the bottle and poured himself a glass.
Five minutes. That was all he wanted.
Five minutes to not think about what was going on, five minutes to not think about the fake Thorne that was running around, five minutes to not even consider the tithe either but just sit and drink his glass of wine. Maybe even the whole bottle, if he was feeling bold. He'd surely work it off before long, with all the running around he was doing.
melancholi3s come ruin his night, maskedloh
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 9:53 pm
25/25 | Shiloh Beaumont (masked)] | Doesn't have to try to find self enjoyment
He'd been watching.
He'd followed Chris off to this measly little hideaway. If Mr. Watts was anything like he remembered, then he would be busy, over achieving. He worked so hard to keep his students safe. He tried so hard to protect the people he cared about. Funny how fate has a way of ******** that over anyway. Did he actually think he could stop anything? Hell, he hadn't up to this point. He hadn't stopped fate from digging its greedy ******** hands into Shiloh and Thorne.
"You know, my father did the same thing," Shiloh waited until he was taking a long drink before he stepped out of the shadows, dressed up in ruffles like an elegant doll. "The whole 'drinking away his stress' thing. It worked out really well for him." he offered Chris a disdainful smile.
"We're all still waiting for him to come home." he took a seat on one of the steps, nonchalant.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 10:41 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || Having his evening ******** ruined
Chris jumped at the sudden sound, choking on wine. The reaction was anything but graceful as he barely managed to keep the drink from getting on his mostly white outfit, barely managed to not spill the majority of his glass. When he was certain he was safe he flicked his eyes up to see who had come.
It was Shiloh, but it wasn't, and instantly he was tired. He gave him a wary gaze as he sat himself down, taking a glance at the glass before giving it a place to rest too.
"Another poor imitation?" He asked, ignoring what was stated. It sounded like information he shouldn't have been afforded, something he would have preferred to hear from Shiloh directly if he was trusted enough. "What do you want from me?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 10:51 pm
25/25 |Shiloh Beaumont (masked) | Smiling
"Poor imitation? Well ******** you too." Shiloh rolled his eyes, looking somewhat agitated, "Do you talk to all your students the same way? Well, I guess I've graduated technically..."
"I just thought I'd check in. Find any good information yet?" he gave Chris a long, drawn out gaze, "Actually, have you seen Jamie anywhere? I sent him off a while ago to investigate, but I guess he got lost." he followed his words with a shrug, "Would really suck if something happened. You know how much I care about him."
He was grinning again as Chris' hostile demeanor.
"Look, you don't have to take your frustration out on me 'cause s**t went sour with Thorne. I saw you guys earlier, he looked down at his nails—or at least pretended to, since he was wearing gloves—"Adults are so gross."
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 11:25 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || Considering dumping his wine on Shiloh
"It's not a lie. And you're not my student, don't act like you are. I'm not stupid," He rolled his eyes himself, mouth pressed in a thin line. More words, more bullshit. When would it end.
"Shut the ******** up," Chris growled, eyeing his wine glass. "Don't get him wrapped up in this game, he deserves better than having to deal with you. He shouldn't have come at all."
He should have calmed down, should have tried to not rise to the bait. But it was so easy when he was pushing his buttons earlier.
"I wouldn't be taking my frustration out on you if you hadn't just left me alone. What do you want from me?" He repeated again, obviously frustrated. What was it with these ******** people.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 11:37 pm
25/25 |Shiloh Beaumont (masked) | Would not appreciate that
Shiloh frowned a little at all the accusations. "You wouldn't have said that to me a few weeks ago." he stated calmly.
"Anyway, I tried to keep him out of it. He asked me to this dance, y'know? I said he shouldn't come, and he did anyway. It's his problem now." he smiled, "I don't even want anything to do with him, but he still comes crawling back no matter what I do. Believe me Chris, I tried."
Shiloh rose from his seat on the stairs, walking along the edge of one of the steps.
"I told you, I was just checking in. Man, I didn't know you were this sensitive. Guess not all role models can be one-hundred percent all the time, huh?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 11:54 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || Would appreciate being left alone
"Yeah well, a few weeks ago and now are two different times with two different circumstances," Chris said back and this time, actually picked up his wine glass to take another sip. It still had a decent amount of wine in it, left from before.
"If you don't want anything to do with him, then why ask me about him?" Bitter, incredibly bitter. "Just don't ******** with him. Just try and stay the ******** away."
He watched the Imitation with wary eyes, unwilling to move from his seat but unwilling to let him get any closer. He had already learned his lesson.
If he had been impassive to everything else, outright trying to ignore it, this was definitely the rage button. "Oh my god, can you just shut up? I'm not a role model to you, of all ******** things."
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 12:15 am
25/25 |Shiloh Beaumont (masked) | : )
"How can I when he keeps crawling back? He's so goddamn desperate for validation. He hadn't even known him for more than a goddamn month and he was already so smitten." he rolled his eyes again at the thought, "It's like he thought I liked him. Like? I could do no ******** wrong. All it took were a few touches here, some sweet words—a couple gentle kisses," he sighed. "Then again, I guess Thorne did the same thing to you, didn't he? Maybe if you'd been around more you could've noticed it. Poor kid's gonna get his heart broken now."
The frown turned to a grin.
"Guess it just goes into the whole 'poor role model' thing."
Shiloh finally hopped down from the edge of the step, turning to face Chris in a swift motion.
"God, I can only imagine how awful you must feel." his voice sounded a little hallow, a little wispy, like it had been coming from all corners of the corridor. PeanutButterpies Do you feel a little funny? Like there's something gnawing at the edge of your mind? Like there's insecurities bubbling beneath the surface? Your eyes might be playing tricks on you...Chris is experiencing a waking nightmare! This can manifest however you'd like, to your own level of torment. Anything he experiences within it is purely a 'dream', and can have whatever content you desire. Everything is totally your discretion, and should only be played to your personal level of comfort.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 1:20 am
Chris Watts || 25/25 || His hand slipped. and his mind
Chris stood, taking a few steps forward. The wine glass in Chris' hand went forward, dumping everything that was in it on the Imitation. "Do not. Talk about things you have no business talking about," He hissed, his patience finally spent.
He could and would ignore anything about himself. He wouldn't about Jamie, who deserved none of this.
The sound was weird and Chris frowned, staring at the masked Shiloh before him. "What did you do?" He barely managed to get out, edges of his vision starting to blur.
There was a pained sound in the sitting area behind him, one that sounded like Thorne. Chris turned.
Behind him were the true Thorne, the true Shiloh, Jamie dead or dying. The blood was just about a pool on the floor from injuries, spreading outward slowly. Thorne looked up at him with hurt eyes and Chris could only stumble forward mutely.
"Chris," He whispered, "You said you would."
He dropped to his knees, there before Thorne. Unable to say anything, just mutely watch in horror. No, no no no no-
"What did you do?" He whispered again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 9:43 am
25/25 | Shiloh Beaumont (masked) | O: did I do that?
The wine splashed forward. Against the dreamy cream color of Shiloh's coat, it looked like blood.
"What did I do? What didn't you do?" The expression on Shiloh's face was that of misery. "Three long months, Chris. That's enough to break anyone, don't you think?"
The misery twisted into another petite smile.
"I'm doing them a favor, making you repent." he took a step forward, "I can guarantee it's only a fraction of the pain they both had to endure, seeing as Madam let them both live. Death would have been a blessing, I'm sure."
"Thank me." his voice echoed again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 12:36 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || Suffering™
If he had spared a look back, the nightmare would have been complete.
"I didn't- I didn't know," He said, but it sounded more like a beg, a plea, then any actual defense. "I'm sorry." He echoed again.
The Thorne in front of him looked at him with pained eyes, with betrayal. Disappointment.
"Would have?" His voice cracked and he did finally turn to look at the Impostor. "They're dead right in front of ******** you."
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 3:39 pm
25/25 | Shiloh Beaumont (masked) | Is loving it™
"Dead? Far from it. Death would have been a release. They've learned now. They're practiced."
Shiloh looked at his stained clothes with disdain. When he snapped his fingers, they became black, kissed with a pale ghostly blue, ruffles and shorts combined all at once. He reached to his head to adjust the bow, giving pause at the pearly white antlers there. That was new. What on earth was his counterpart getting into?
"Thank me." he repeated, grabbing the bottle of wine that Chris had abandoned, smile all pointed teeth. "Repent." he chanted, "Know your mistakes. You let them down Chris. You failed."
His voice did not boom, nor did it whisper. It crawled from every crevice of the room, from every corner of Chris' mind like a slow lingering disease. It ached. It hungered. It grew.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 5:44 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || Still a willful ******** up, shut up!" Chris yelled. He closed his eyes, unwilling to see anything else.
It couldn't be real, it couldn't. It had to be an illusion of some kind. Yet it sat there in front of him and who knew what this ******** court could ******** you," He bit out again, "I know I ******** up. I know I did, I know."
He opened his eyes again, stared at the Thorne that was laying there. At Shiloh, at Jamie, at all the blood.
"I'll.. why should I even thank you?" He sounded tired, defeated.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 7:34 pm
25/25 | Shiloh Beaumont (masked) | clap clap claps 4 u
Do you actually? Shiloh wondered, tapping his chin. When he saw the look on Chris' face, he knew he spoke the truth. Here sat a man, riddled with fears and plagued with guilt. It was a wound that seeped more than any cut, dug deeper than anything medicine could cure. No, it was infectious, it was so rooted that there would never be relief, it was an itch that would never be scratched. This was something that Chris would take to his dreary little grave. Shiloh loved it.
"Well," he drawled, looking at his fingertips through his new gloves, "In reality, I made his life a lot better—y'know, if he actually ever comes back to enjoy it." Shiloh was leaning against a wall now, yawning. "Took care of that a*****e dad, got his brother out of his hair. He's a goddamn basket case, always fretting; no wonder he was going so ******** stir crazy!" he laughed
"Did you have any idea what sort of s**t he had to carry on his shoulders?" he gave Chris a relatively neutral look, "How much of it was eating away at him? Hell, he didn't need Madam to break him in, he was doing that to himself already."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 7:53 pm
Chris Watts || 25/25 || U could just end him it'd be less painful tbh
"Like he has a choice," Chris said dryly, like Shiloh would even have been given the chance to leave this place on his own accord. Would he have wanted to? Chris wondered briefly, but he let the thought go.
Oh, another round of guilt. Fresh, pulling at him just as hard. He knew nothing of Shiloh, nothing that had been told to him. He had been afraid to push, afraid he'd scare him off. "No, I didn't. He.. He always seemed so closed off. Like one wrong push and I'd never see him again."
"Wait, what did you do?" Chris asked, finally realizing what was said and twisting to look at the other.
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