Record: 56

[esoteric_rose]

Seven hundred and thirty.

I never thought the count would get this high, nor see what has happened happen.

Before you start getting worried, if that's your style, I'll say this-this is something positive, so please don't be upset.

Of course, there have been interruptions, and most of the numbers blur into one, but occasionally it serves well to pull one out of the count for consideration. But mainly, they keep their records, I keep mine, and we're content to let that be.

Just the reflections of a mind this morning.

[ooc: Starting from this comment, all further ones in that thread have been struck out.]

Comments

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Which makes you far more independent than you would be otherwise. Unless there was satisfaction under bondage, I don't think you should keep thinking of him as your master. But feel free to disregard my opinion, I can't tell you how to think. [Why was she being so open today? It was odd.]

It's not adding up right. It just...isn't. But without further proof of anything...perhaps patience needs to be the sole recourse.

[hisbutler_bound]

[He's quiet for a few seconds, considering the options. Did he truely need it? Something within him made him wish for it, want for it] When I think about it, I am quite restless. There is something he wanted and something I could do for him and in return, there was something he would give me. I am not sure if I want it or need it.

[And yet he was always hungry. Was a soul truely that delicious?] For a month and more this has been happening. When all the cocoons are gone, I wonder then if someone will begin to worry.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Yet it would keep you. [Why that child, she couldn't know.] If you can, try not to trouble yourself over a matter of who you are. It's not as though you would undertake it for sport.

[Juliet stops, and then looks down] ...Forgive me. I presume too much and then start talking like I know you better than you do.

[hisbutler_bound]

[He knew he was to take his soul but he didn't know how or why. Only that he would complete his wish.] For sport. No, I suppose not. [Though he was starting to think differently lately.

Forgive? For a reason he couldn't conceive that] But you do. You even know my name.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

A name that could mean nothing. Would they even let you hear it? [She laughs briefly] It's not mine to give, only to keep custody of as a section of the past. It's your choice to leave where it rests or to take it.

[hisbutler_bound]

[His fingers curl over the edge of the pan and slips it off the stove, allowing the slightly aged and liquid cheese to drizzle along the side of the omelette. It was enough of a pause to think]

I will not allow anyone or anything to control what I am allowed and not allowed to do, think, say, or hear any longer.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

[A good answer, one that made her smile, though not at him.]

Do you want to know?

[hisbutler_bound]

[This was it. Another opportunity to hear his name without any strings attached]

Yes.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

They called you Sebastian.

[Unless he can hear the first name, she won't give out the second.]

[hisbutler_bound]

[Each word seems to still his voice until he hears it. He hears his name]

Sebastian... [He nearly snorts at how much that sounds like a dog's name]

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Sebastian Michaelis.

[He has the first. He deserves the second.]

[hisbutler_bound]

[Fingers stroked to his chin after setting the pot and pans into the sink]

I was expecting someting different.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Such as?

[She remembers his own explanation of it back in that darkened street. "This is the name the young master gave me, I am 'Sebastian' at the present." How amusing, that both of their old names were not exactly the real ones.]

It's only the one he gave you for that time. Nothing more.

[hisbutler_bound]

Nothing comes to mind in particularly but I hadn't expected something so simple.

[His brow lowers this time with a twitch. Again it was someone deciding something for him. He frowns then]

It was a name he gave me for that time. Then even then that is not my true name.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Maybe we don't even have "true names". Maybe a name is just an affectation. One that's needed for this society, though.

What do you want me to call you?

[hisbutler_bound]

[Black leaned back against the counter and curled his fingers against it. Perhaps he didn't]

Black as that is my name.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Then you'll remain Black to me.

[He's always been Black. A separate person from Sebastian, a separate being. Sebastian is the one she fears, Black is the one she does not.]

If you'd like, you can leave your other name where I left mine.

[hisbutler_bound]

Regardless I would be Black [To which he pauses] but thank you, I suppose.

[A small lift of a brow at that] In the back of our minds?

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

In the past.

[Where she left her name, her other face, Ann, the twelve dead, and everything else she wished to forget.]

Which can also be the back of our minds.

[hisbutler_bound]

In the past...

[He repeats it. It would be in the past for him. All he wanted to know now was about himself, not events]

There are still things about myself I wish to know.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

You have time to learn them. As we have time to simply enjoy life as it remains for now.

[hisbutler_bound]

[Black's eyes close completely as he thinks]

Yes as much as we can enjoy if it shall remain.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Are you worried?

[hisbutler_bound]

Worried is not the word I'd use. No, I am not worried.

[esoteric_rose.livejournal.com]

Would you prefer to speak on it, or has this conversation run too long already?