You Keep Tapping at my Door, Nevermore [Dalvidyl/Closed]

The solitude and silence of the room wasn't exactly appreciated at all times, but for a moment he wondered if maybe he shouldn't be so bothered by being left alone with his brain when a voice sounded up. Immediately, he sat up in his seat and the impblin immediately fucked off out of the room at Vlad's sudden bristling.

Red eyes focused hard on the blue in the corner, not exactly angry, but an irritated eye twitch showing through before stopping entirely. "Fuck." He knew that voice, and it all came rushing fucking back to him. The memories sat precariously on an edge that he fought to keep them on, not taking much to shake them free.

His name was- fuck what was it? He remembered the face that pulled him free and the face he pulled free. How it changed and became more morbid.

It didn't change how he viewed him though. "Dalvidyl?" he asked, sitting up a little more but not letting his guard down entirely, it could be a trick. It was, after all, the voice that jarred the loose memories off of their shelves and back into the pool below, he had yet to see if it was really him.

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Vlad took a moment, looking to where the Impblin had gone to make sure that he stayed gone. He seemed, eh, considerably more exhausted here in Hyrule than he did in Ikana. Vladimir had no idea how much Dal knew, or how long he had known where he was. Though Dal had more than enough power to keep himself hidden from him should he choose to. "Oh you know, sometimes ghosts just show up completely unprompted." He huffed out, closing the Grimoire next to him. Translating a page could wait.

Looking back to Dalvidyl, he watched him, taking a breath. "I'm not gonna stab you or anything." He finally spoke up, choosing to relax back into his chair some. He still subconsciously trusted Dalvidyl and if he was sent to kill him well then, at least it'd be a good fight. "Don't be fooled. They're just keeping me here. I live in the shack in the graveyard out there." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder, out the window that faced the graveyard he worked in.

Obviously, Vlad looked incredibly tired, done in almost, and with the sudden appearance of Dal, he had to take another moment, looking back down at his shoe. The smell of burning flesh was strong and the memories were overwhelming as they kept coming back to him one by one. The taunts back at the village and the fact that the person in the room with him was literally one of the only people that he could tolerate there.

A part of him wondered why Dal had chosen to come over here. Why would he leave the village?

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He didn't expect Dal to relax any but the easier to read of the two Sheikah didn't mind. Honestly, Dalvidyl had every reason to be bitter towards Vlad, especially if the snide tone said anything about it. One Sheikah had kept honing their skills while the other had, honestly, very tall walls that had been crumbling very quickly. It was overwhelming, but Vlad didn't cry, not in front of others and hardly in front of himself.

"It wasn't half bad as bad as home till the battle that happened here." He commented, knowing that damn well, Kakariko couldn't hold a candle to the presence back in Ikana before the battle at Eldin. The poes were easy to dispatch, there were no gibdo, redead, Garo, Wraiths, Stal-warriors. He eventually moved from his seat though, not approaching Dal but placing a wind rune at the door. Window was on the other side of the room there if Dal wanted it, and Vlad moved to sit back down in his chair heavily.

"What are you doing here?" Vlad knew damn well that if he asked that, Dal would have every right to ask why he had left and as much time as they spent together in the hidden village, he didn't know if Dal would understand the way Vlad had seen the village, or the way the village saw vlad and his family. He was considered cursed after all. It was only a blessing they took him in when he was 6. Whether or not it was out of pity or not, he had no fuckin clue, didn't want to know.

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Dal stepped closer, and Vlad let him. No tensing, no jerking, no nothing. Though his ears did shift some as he noticed the wording that Dal had offered to him. They were dead, all of them. All of the words they spoke Vlad, both while and apparently also while he was not there meant nothing. They weren't anything to be worried about when it clearly meant Dal had to clean up the mess.

"Cursed is one way to put my existence." He attempted a half hearted joke with but only managed to nearly facepalm himself as he looked to Dal. "If that's the case though. It's good to see you're not dead either." Although sometimes Vlad wishes he were dead, he figured that maybe he had some other purpose than to live in mental agony.

Although, if the others were dead then... "How did you survive?" May as well ask. Afterall, bearing open wounds was something neither of them were unfamiliar of. Something that was familiar. If they didn't want to talk about something, he vaguely remembered that he just... wouldn't talk. Vlad wouldn't answer questions he didn't want to answer as a kid.

Though he guessed things changed. He had a fuckin therapist of all things.

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If they were all gone then that definitely meant... Vlad searched Dal's expression before locking eyes with him. They were blue, since when did that happen? He searched them for the sign of contacts that he himself would have but eventually found himself looking away. He was never good with eye contact, even with Dal being one of the only people he could hold it with, if even for only a few seconds.

You got used to a person when you trusted them enough to sleep when surrounded by the undead in a place where no one questions those who go missing. "Just like that..." He looked at the desk, stared at it for a moment. He never liked unnecessary death. Even if they pissed him off, they didn't deserve the death. No... Dal didn't deserve what he was going through.

He knew all too well what it felt like to feel suddenly alone, jarred by a death. The memories kept blinking in, one by one. Each one an individual drop into a pond that he had tried drying up as he left Termina. But there was one thing that stood out in this moment.

"Make sure his curse didn't kill him like it done for the others." and the tone in his voice. Did he think Vlad had a hand in this? He didn't know what to say, or what to think, putting a hand to his temple, he pressed on it then pulled his hair some, shaking off the eye strain headache that was settling in. Spent too much time trying to translate and now the memories coming back hurt.

What was he supposed to say? "Welcome to Hyrule, I fucking hate it here."? At a loss for words, he just huffed. Everyone that knew him knew he wasn't the greatest with talking. "I don't know what to say." Was all he could finally muster up, looking back to Dalvidyl as he slowly stood up, just as skinny as ever.... actually having grown a little bit since he left.

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Vlad opened his mouth to maybe see if he could clap him back for the crass comment but just closed his mouth instead. One, he had nothing, two, it wouldn't have been worth it anyways. He didn't shove his hands into his pockets, just because the air was so tense, so he opted to cross his arms, giving him his sleeves to roll between his fingers.

Vlad's eyes went wide for a moment when Dal talked to him about the Garo. Of course he would bring that up, while everything was rushing back, everything he said put something new into his head but that broke a dam that he... it was a pretty leaky dam already. The smell of burning flesh followed him everywhere but now it was back in full.

His eyes went distant for just a moment. Vlad didn't have many people he cared for, that were alive, like he did Dal and his sister. He remembers hearing screams but they were his own. Rage at the Garo, a surge of a spell he didn't know he could do and him telling his friend not to die as he picked him up to take him to the village. It wasn't often he wore his emotions openly, he didn't know how, they were so big when they happened, and he didn't know why he was always so bad at talking to people.

"I told you not to die. That I couldn't lose you too. I even threatened to slap you with one of those fish you sister made us catch on the way back. You went unresponsive..." But it was still somewhat easier to talk to Dal, words he probably wouldn't be able to get out to anybody else and probably, knowing him, would have just pushed them out of the room with a spell. He reached up to rub the back of his neck.

Dal had been the person to pull dying Vlad from the well where the rest of the clan would have likely left him to die. A part of him expected to be left for dead but a part of him trusted Dal wasn't far behind.

Idly, vlad rubbed a hand underneath his ribs, where beneath the bandages that shielded his skin from touch and view laid one of his largest scars. It took a moment of silence for him to speak again. "It hurt to leave when the time came for me to go. Under the anger I fuckin knew I wouldn't be able to forget my partner. I tried to forget so it'd stop hurting and I could just drone through work but I couldn't... I thought I'd never see you again, if right now didn't make that obvious enough." He spoke the last part under his breath, a little rushed. Since they were tearing open old wounds, he may as well been honest and get it out of the way.

It was still easier to talk to Dal than others, but it was still hard to wear the emotions he'd been working on shelling away and then pulling back out so openly.

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