Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170531224253

Usakii wrote: Leon sighed, briskly walking the asphalt pavements, the dim glow of the occasional road light illuminating the night sky. It wasn't like Elizabeth of all people to simply... Snap like that. Collie's death must have hit her harder than he originally thought, and although he resented the fact that she practically attacked Harvard, she needed help.

He paused, halting at the front door of the little cottage. Without even a chance to knock, the door creaked open, Elizabeth, still in her pastel apron, peering out beside it. She took a deep breath before nodding, letting Leon inside without saying a single word.

The stifling tension between the two contrasted greatly to their surroundings. A coffee-stained coffee table sat on the side of the room, pretty pink flowers growing in cute pots by a giant windowsill, while children's toys were scattered on a soft beige carpet, an electric fireplace being the only light source in the room. If he was here on any other occasion, Leon would think that it was homely, but the impact of Collie's death could be seen in little hints around the house. The tan line of a wedding ring on Elizabeth's ring finger, how the pantry only being full enough to feed an adult and two children, all with abnormally small appetites, and how all of Collie's possessions were nowhere to be seen.

He glanced at Elizabeth who was looking dejectedly on the floor, a grim, contemplative look on her face as he reached out towards her shoulder in an attempt of reassurance.

"...'Lizza..."

No answer. Leon sighed, trying to tug her back into her senses.

"'Lizza? Lizz- Please. ...I'm worried. We all are. I understand what you may be going through, but you can't run away from this. The children need to know what happened to their father and you just need to accept that... Collie's not going to come back. If there is anything I could do-"

"Get rid of him."

Leon flinched slightly at her harsh tone, looking at the tiny, furious woman with bewildered eyes.

"Wha-"

"I mean it Leo. 'Get. Rid. Of. Him."

(1/2, will continue later rip)

While Bonnie wandered off to try and make Adrien join their cult while Clyde hesitantly trotted inside the bedroom, sitting near the bedside as he tilted his head, fiery locks of copper falling in front of his emerald eyes, quickly being brushed aside with a tiny little hand.

He really was Collie's son.

"T-Thank you Mister Harvey sir-"

He caught sight of the anti-depressants that were discarded by a tea-stained bedside table. He tilted his head once again, the naive curiosity that seemed to run deeply in Leon and Elizabeth's family causing him to peer at the plethora of medications and a medical bill in confusion, the clash of his parent's traits seeming to roughly mix.

"...Why are you swallowing tic-tacs? Aren't you afraid that you might choke?"

Elizabeth quickly snapped out of her aggressive behaviour towards Leon and turned to Ophelia, smiling sweetly as if nothing ever happened. She quickly brushed her cousin aside, nodding feebly as she welcomed them inside.

"Ah... Yes. I'm fine. You must be Ophelia, hm? It's nice to meet you darling. T-Thank you very much for offering to help. With all the funeral preparations I just didn't have the time to move out all of his belongings..."

She averted her eyes to the floor for a minute, trying to manipulate Ophelia's compassions before looking back up, wiping away fake tears as she smiled weakly once again.

"...There are gingerbread cookies in the oven sweetheart. Please, help yourself. I'll show you which boxes need moving later, I don't want to tire you."

As she ushered Ophelia into the kitchen, she dug her stiletto nails painfully into Leon's wrist, leaving a bleeding wound, whispering under her breath in order to not get caught by her guest.

"I'll talk to you later. Utter a fucking word about what just happened and I will make you regret it."