ReminiscenceOfRegret
Do you remember your regret?
Elian Mercier
Health: 100%
Location: First Temple, Lyra Outskirts
Apparel: A black button up shirt with a white undershirt beneath it. Dark colored slacks, and hardy walking shoes for the journey - even if it was short for him. An umbrella....for shade, protection from rain, and fighting off any wild animals he might find along the way. Also has a bag with a water bottle, a sleeping bag, rope, and some travel food in case he got hungry.
Mood: Overwhelmed
Interactions: Britt-21
Mentions: Everyone (through observation)
Elian had kept an eye on the others ever since he'd made it to the top, not wanting to engage in any chit-chat. He wasn't here to make friends, not when he knew that they would likely only be here long enough to realize that dream meant nothing. Then they would all go home. He felt silly for coming at all, even though he knew he couldn't help it. Like somehow he'd been played by Life, like this was all a big lie. He looked up to the sky briefly and wondered if Life and Death were liars too. But even then, he knew, it didn't matter whether they were truthful entities or not. He rejected truth and lies equally because he was scared of not being sure. He rejected anything before it had the power to reject him.
He kept his eyes out, though, and watched the interactions before him attentively. He would stay until everyone else began to leave, and he didn't mind that. People watching was one of his favorite pastimes, after all. He remained a bit away from the group, keeping a close eye on everyone while he kept his arms crossed over his chest. Some people were more outgoing, while others made little conversation. Some were engaged in talk with people they seemed to recognize or know, which made him a bit uneasy. How did some of them already know each other? Did he miss something in that dream?
What if he didn't have a soulmate? Or what if he had and they died along the way? What if they didn't make it? Sure, he was scared of having a soulmate at all, of having to be completed by someone else, but he was also scared of never being able to know for sure. He thought if he could maybe meet his 'soulmate' then he could decide he didn't want to be a part of this and back out. He felt that if he could brush off his soulmate, that he could prove he was complete by himself. He decided that was his quest for the day, and was firm in sticking to it...until a girl with dark hair materialized in his field of sight.
She had ebony colored locks and amethyst eyes, and although she stood shorter than him she was easily seen. He felt a pang in his chest when he first looked at her eyes, and suddenly he wasn't sure what that meant. He looked away, quickly, and worked to compose himself. Turning back to her with his usual gloomy expression, he gave her a short wave back.
"Dylan...." He mumbled, wondering if he should commit that name to memory. Wondering if it mattered to do so. He decided that being polite wouldn't hurt for the moment. This interaction would be over quickly, as would this trip. Then they would seperate and he didn't have to worry about the feeling that seemed to suddenly pop up in his chest. "I'm...Elian. Elian Mercier, but you don't have to worry about remembering that. No one ever does."
He said this because people usually confused his name for Elliot whenever he said it. He stopped correcting them after a while. He glanced back at her eyes, but the pang remained, and so he tried to focus on something else.
"You don't have to talk to me because you feel pity on me either. Trust me on that." He used her words back at her, and he wanted to see her reaction. Would she brush him off and walk away? Would she be upset he made such a comment?