tenth.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ For...probably one of the first times since he's been here, Emil actually sounds a bit unhappy when he speaks to the journal (and, you know, the castle as a whole). Probably should have filtered this, but he never remembers about those. ]

I'm sorry, everyone-- I guess that this curse I have can't really be fixed... If that scares anyone, I understand. I'll be fine. After all, I'm kind of used to it by now.

Um, anyway...I just thought I'd let you know about that.

Comments

[siebter.livejournal.com]

[ He'll wait a bit before he starts drinking anything; it's probably a bit hot still. ]

...was?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra shrugs.] He left.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Oh...I'm sorry.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

It's okay. We had good times together. [She sounds like she's repeating someone else's words.]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I guess, but...I know if someone I really liked left, I'd be sad.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra sets her tea down, sighing softly.] He wouldn't want me to be sad so I'm trying not to be.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

But isn't that more because he wants you to be happy? I mean, if you miss him, it's okay to feel sad, and once you're done being sad, you'll be able to be happy again.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra glances at him, unsure of what to say. She hadn't thought about it like that.]

... You think so?

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Well, yes. If you're sad, it just shows that you really cared.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

... [Elektra laughs softly.] You're probably right about that.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

So if you're feeling sad, it's okay. And you can talk about it too, or whatever you want.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

You can talk to me too. If you're sad.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[ Though just how he's doing kind of...depends on if we're playing this as having happened after the thread above this. orz ]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[That would be up to you!]

Any time. It's what friends are for, right? [Normally she would be reluctant to admit as much but, this seemed like a great time for an exception.]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Right...

[ Though he's not...entirely sure if she'll want to be his friend after what he found out. ]

...but if there was something bad-- um, about me-- could we still be friends?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [She can't help wondering what they may be.] I'm not exactly perfect either.

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I'm not really a person...

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

That doesn't matter to me. [She takes a sip of tea.] What do you mean by that exactly?

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I used to be one, a long time ago. But now I'm a weapon. This isn't even a curse, it's what I am.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

A literal weapon?

[siebter.livejournal.com]

I guess so. It's my name, anyway-- Experimental Weapon Number 7.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Your name is whatever you want it to be. [She grips her tea cup tightly. Her voice is a little tense.]

[siebter.livejournal.com]

...are you okay?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Fine. Can I ask you something personal?

[siebter.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course.