Elf

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[There’s a small sipping sound over the phone, and he clears his throat before beginning to recite.]

It was far in the sameness of the wood;
I was running with joy on the Demon’s trail,
Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
It was just as the light was beginning to fail
That I suddenly heard—all I needed to hear:
It has lasted me many and many a year.

The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As of one who utterly couldn’t care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.

I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
And checked my steps to make pretence
It was something among the leaves I sought
(Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
Thereafter I sat me against a tree.


[A pause then. When Wilhelm speaks again, there’s a small slur to his voice.]

Very often, we seem to lose sight of what we had been running after, had been trying to attain. And once we lose sight of it, we no longer control it to any degree, and it overtakes us. What we had thought we had been chasing turns false, even if we had known it to be false before.

How many here have chased their own “Demons”, attempted to catch their own goals, only to find that the goal had already been passed and lost, and taken a life of its own? A traitorous goal, that was no longer what you had wished it, but something else dressed in the cloth of that desire?

How many of you escaped, and how many overcome?

[Hey, members of Xenohaus. Feel free to see Wilhelm slightly slumping in his chair as he speaks on the phone, and a glass of wine and near empty bottle of it beside him.

Guess who decided to test and see what effects alcohol would have on his now-human body and what it would be like to be intoxicated?]

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[Action] I would, but I'm about to start in on a gaming session IRL so AIM isn't really a go

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[After a moment, there's the sound of slight muttering before the sound of breaking glass. There's a short silence before Wilhelm speaks.]

Dammit.

[That's a first, huh, Albedo?]

[Action] Ahh well...and I need a shocked icon here >.<;

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*The breaking glass only got faint amusement, since he'd half expected Wilhelm to knock something over, but the expletive surprised him and his eyes went wide as his mouth dropped slightly open. Even his hand on Theta's shoulder suddenly went limp.* Indeed...that's not at all like him.

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[Theta's head snaps up when Albedo's hand goes limp, and she stares at him in shock for a split second before turning her attention towards the kitchen. She may not know Wilhelm well yet, but even she could tell -that- was unusual.]

I think you'd better go check on him, Darling.

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[repeatsalvation.livejournal.com]

Oh no. No. I am quite fine. It simply seems my physical control has become impaired far more then I believed.

...Perhaps it would be better for you to get your own glass, Albedo.

[There's a small, brushing sound. Apparently, Wilhelm has found a broom and dustpan and is trying to clean the glass up.]

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*Albedo lifts his hand off of Theta's shoulder and into the kitchen, still mildly surprised by how much the alcohol was affecting Wilhelm. He'd definitely have to remember this.* And perhaps you'd best not handle glass in that state, Partner~

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[Theta waits patiently for them to come back, and works on drinking her brandy. It's starting to hit her, and she smiles about that, pouring more.]