sebastian leventis (hostingdeath) wrote in camulus, @ 2011-07-08 11:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, brielle leblanc, sebastian leventis |
Who: Sebastian Leventis [DEATH HOST] and Brielle Leblanc [THE GUARDIAN]
When: 7th July 2037, evening after musical rehearsal
Where: Brielle's room. DUN DUN DUN.
What: 12318239283982 comments and texts later and after sleeping over twice in her room, Sebastian finds out something about Brielle and confronts her about it. Yeaaaaah.
Rating: PG-13 for disturbing images? LOL
Sitting behind Brielle’s study desk, he held the vial up, peering at the liquid. Sebastian knew what it was for. His skill in Potions wasn’t up to par, but he had learned about it, and it was difficult to miss seeing the potion when he woke up for the second time that week in her room. It explained more than enough, though what Sebastian actually felt like doing was to set Professor Park on fire. Not that he was actually going to do that, no -- the professor taught him things he wanted to know, and Sebastian was normally a rational person who didn’t lose his temper. This was probably one of his training methods, but while he had some respect for the mentor, that didn’t mean he was about to agree with everything he was teaching. And he wasn’t stupid enough to get on Park’s bad side. He wondered if Brielle knew what she was doing, whether she had willingly taken the potion herself -- or if she had been tricked into it. None of the possibilities would have surprised him. At the back of his mind, Sebastian also wondered if some of her behavior and the things she said to him had actually been her or the potions’ effects. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. But that wasn’t the most important matter. If he was being honest with himself, he knew he wasn’t the right person to talk about it with her. There were other people she trusted, and they would be better at this than he was. But Sebastian had found out about it, and he wanted to talk to her first before going to anyone else. Getting inside her room again was easy enough -- he didn’t need to break through her window. Sebastian glanced at the time display on his watch, noting that her musical practice should have been done by now. Her schedule was more hectic now and Brielle hoped that following the musical, things would soon calm down. Between school, training, and rehearsal, she wasn’t quite sure where the time went -- she hadnt even had the time to pratice with Professor Park for the past two days. Well, that and chatting on her journal, as well as her epic text sprees with Sebastian. She certainly was much more talkative lately, and thank goodness that American phones had unlimited texting. But in all honesty, there really were times when Brielle couldn’t remember minutes to moment, when things were starting to get blurry. She noted to writing in her journal more often on the private filter to keep things straight. Perhaps the potions were starting to have a bad side effect, she would need to speak to Professor Park about that. Brielle could feel Sebastian before she even opened her room door. Yes, he exuded a certain aura that gave most people the chills, but not only was she used to it, Brie was also more in touch with her senses. “Are you aware that I’ve missed two runs in the morning now because of you?” she asked as soon as the door opened. Immediately setting her keys in the appropriate spot and putting down her things, she turned to Sebastian with a smile. Under the normal circumstances, Sebastian would have cracked a joke about how early morning jogs were overrated (and he thought they were, really). And under normal circumstances, he really wouldn’t be there to talk about this with her -- Sebastian had been having a lazy week overall and he had every plan to continue having one. He turned around when she came in, looking at her and noting that the dark magic energy surrounding her had increased again -- he didn’t need Madara’s extra senses to notice it. It was enough being near her. It would be a complete lie to say that he didn’t like it, because it did. It was more comfortable than the usual white magic aura that she normally exuded. There was barely a trace of smile on his mouth as he set the vial down on the desk. “Brielle,” he began, his tone serious. “Do you know what this is?” Her smile immediately disappeared. Skepticism and suspect arose instead. Had he come in her room and find it just now? But then Brielle remember she had left the vile there from yesterday. She mentality scolded herself before turning her attention back to Sebastian. She didn’t want others to know about the potion, not only because most of the campus didn’t trust Boksu, but also because was helping her to be at an advantage. Strengthen her powers. For some reason, she didn’t want her friends to look down at her for resorting to this, but it was only temporary. She only had a few more left. “Enlighten me.” Her voice was almost sarcastic, the false smile drawing upon her face was clearly forced, and the agitation was apparent. He noted the slight sarcasm in her voice, and while he felt a twinge of irritation, Sebastian remained calm. There was a clear shift in the room, and he knew that it wasn’t him that was causing it. It was admittedly a little difficult for him not to be entranced by it, mostly because he favoured that energy more than anything else. He had lived with it for his entire life. But his mind was still working, and he knew that the method she was using was wrong. Possibly right for most people who were okay with that kind of thing, but Sebastian wasn’t, and knowing Brielle, he doubted she was too. “It decreases your morality with every sip you take,” he eyed the vial, and then turned his gaze back at her. “He told you to drink this, didn’t he?” Suddenly, Brielle was taken aback. Her head tilted slightly to the side, her eyes narrowed at Sebastian. “What?” But whichever way she tried to wrap her head around this statement, it didn’t make sense. What would that do for her? Her powers had been growing stronger, and did it really require lower morals to practice practical magic? No, her opinion was very much the same. Another shift. What was Sebastian getting at? “It’s to strengthen my powers,” she said in an informative tone. So she didn’t know. Sebastian stood up and approached her, vial in his hand. “No,” he shook his head firmly. “I’ve seen this potion before, the same shade, the same taste.” He had taken a small sip of it before she came in. Not exactly the brightest idea, but when Sebastian needed to know something, he would do pretty much anything to find out. “You don’t need this,” he hesitated, before he continued, “if your morality is gone, then what’s the point of your white magic?” Yes, he was actually bringing that into the conversation, even though he was weak against it and had no ounce of it in his body. “He either wants a shortcut for you to learn dark magic, or he doesn’t believe in your abilities, if he’s making you take this,” Sebastian wondered if he would have continued taking it anyway, if he was in her shoes -- just to see what would happen. “And there are no shortcuts. You’d just be cheating your way through it, and magic isn’t something you can cheat.” At first, Brielle hesitated. What did he mean, if her morality was gone? She was still very much set on not using sacrificial magic. Her powers were not being used to harm or injure. Things were the same, she was just practicing a few more spells on the side. Spells that could potential deter an enemy, whether in real life or in battle, could come in handy for her. That wasn’t so wrong, was it? Her brows seemed to furrow together at her thoughts before she leaned against her bed, sitting at the edge. “It’s not dark magic,” seemed to come out almost automatically as he used those words, but her voice seemed half-hearted, not because she didn’t believe what she was saying but because she was still trying to make sense of everything. She shook her head to herself. No, she would confront Professor Park about this. There was no reason for him to lie. She wasn’t strong, she wasn’t doing dark magic, and it wasn’t as if he could even use her to do his bidding, even if he tried. Brielle wasn’t a strong person, she knew that. In a moment of weakness, she decided to lower her guard from feeling so defensive. “I feel normal, See, I feel fine.” Good grief, was this week the ‘Don’t Believe Anything Sebastian Says!’ week? He didn’t have the best track record, but he would have expected more from Brielle, at least. Another wave of irritation with a mix of impatience hit him, though he restrained himself from snapping at her or coming up with a sarcastic comeback. “You’re changing because of the potion,” he told her, his voice still even. “I can see it, and so can everyone else. It’s only to going to get worse if you continue,” He pursed his lips, deciding to leave out the part where he didn’t think she would be talking that much to him that week because of the effects for now. “If you deny that, then you don’t believe us. Or me.” It would have been great if Brielle had agreed with Sebastian, if she had seen the light and everything worked out for the better. And while something in her did tug when Sebastian stated the situation so plainly, it also made her upset. What, did he want her to stop taking this and see if she noticed a change too? He would end up being just like Tori, who didn’t believe her regardless. Brielle felt suffocated, she wanted to cry, which she hadn’t in so long. Her lips drew into a tight line. “Then why can’t you believe me when I say that I’m fine? What is there to worry about when I feel better? More.. more normal? Why do I have to do things according to how people expect me to be? What if I’m, what if this is how I’m supposed to be?” For a few seconds, Sebastian was actually at a loss for words. Trying to save people from themselves had never been in his agenda before and this seemed to be the kind of situation that required him to say something that was supposed to do just that. While his face was almost emotionless, seemingly unaffected by what she was saying, he wanted to say something that would make her feel better. But that wasn’t him. Not when he knew things. “Because I know that potion, I know magic, and I’m telling you what I know,” He drew a short breath. “I also know you, and you’re better than someone who takes Professor Park’s instructions without thinking just because he told you that it’s supposed to improve your powers.” And that very moment, Brielle felt it for the first time. A sense of darkness that seemed to draw around her shoulders and enclose her, protecting her from the lies that every single one of her friends seemed to be telling her. No, Professor Park had been kind to her. He wasn’t at first, and even now, the generosity that he showed her wouldn’t be seen the same way to others, but she felt so much better now, and none of her friends seemed to understand that. They all had their own vices, the things that they did to be happier or escape; drugs, smoking, drinking, sex. But what she was doing now felt good to her, and she deserved it. Yes, she deserved it. He watched her, waiting for a response though he could feel the dark aura increasing steadily around them. This was more difficult than he had thought, though Sebastian had never expected it to be easy. He wasn’t entirely sure what he had been expecting, only that he knew she had to know, hoping that she would have a sense of rationale to think about the things he said. “You don’t believe me,” he said simply. She knew where she was and what was going on, but Brielle felt as if she had fallen into a deep hole. Despite the desk light being on in the room, things seemed so much darker. When she looked at Sebastian, it was as if they were through someone else’s eyes. She squinted, as if it focus on his words, make out what he was saying. She felt that she was swimming up to the surface but she wasn’t getting anywhere. Then, it felt like she was being held under water until the point of suffocation that when she finally snapped out of it, she was gasping for air. Both of her hands went to her neck as she coughed violently. Sebastian saw what was happening -- something was taking effect, and definitely not in a good way. He went to her, his hands reached out to touch her shoulders, looking at her but knowing that he wouldn’t be much help; whatever was going on was happening inside of her. “Brielle,” he said, his voice clear enough for her to hear. For a moment, he was actually afraid that she was going to lose herself, right there and then. If that happened, he knew she’d need more help. “Brielle, come back.” She was coughing up water, as if she had just been revived after being drowned. And once her breathing had somewhat stabilized, Brielle found herself crying. He let her go when she stopped coughing, sitting down next to her but still watching her warily, worriedly, feeling a sense of discomfort when she started crying. Sebastian was still not used to that. But he let her cry without saying anything, wondering if it was really her or whether she had changed. Leaning forward, he muttered, in a low voice but not deep enough that she couldn’t hear him. “Don’t do this to yourself.” He didn’t like telling people what to do; he knew it was her choice, but there were other ways. Brielle found herself reaching out to him when he let go. She felt cold, not so much physically, but on the inside. There were so many tears her vision was blurry, and she opted just to close her eyes instead, leaning in Sebastian’s direction and hoping that he would be there. She felt so tired, her body felt exhausted, and for some reason, being closer to Sebastian made her feel a little better and less queasy. Brielle nodded into him. She didn’t know what was going wrong, and something whispered in the back of her mind that perhaps he had induced this to make her feel sick, to prove a point. Instead, she nodded even more feverishly. “Okay,” she said hoarsely. His mind was reeling with more questions -- was she accepting what he told her? He wasn’t sure, but he knew not to approach the matter again, not when she was like this. It was a step. He didn’t know what kind of step and what it would lead, but he didn’t move from where he sat, letting her lean against him. |