{ Text; UN: potentia.regere }

[earlofphantoms]

{ It's late and he should be sleeping, but rest evades him more often than he likes. Thus why he sticks to text. The other residents of the house needn't be woken. }

Do you believe in curses or fairytales? Can malicious magic be undone?

I have nothing to lose. Spare me no details.

{ Part of him wants to be disgusted. If someone can manage that then he will be suitably distracted from his own circling thoughts. }

Or we can share embarrassing stories.

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[earlofphantoms]

{ He has a chair ready for him and he rises to lead him to it. Let it never be said that Vincent cannot be thoughtful. It's just that much of the time he forgoes those instincts in favor of some that are more amusing. }

A certain lack of air at night?

[somakemelaugh]

[He'll grant the man that much, but he won't rely on it. He knows better. Still, he'll trust Vincent to get him to that other chair without incident.]

Ah, yes. That. So what shall we do about that?

[earlofphantoms]

{ That's probably best, though Vincent would not let harm befall Undertaker or Ciel knowingly. }

I'm thinking I forgo sleep altogether.

[somakemelaugh]

[What's one more scar among dozens on this body? He might protest the boy, but not his own.]

It's torture, you know. Keeping yourself awake to exhaustion. [Not that he used to do that or anything.] Makes a mess of everything eventually. Are the dreams that bad, milord?

[earlofphantoms]

Torture until you pass out into a quiet rest.

{ Yes, that's the healthy option! }

...yes. { The answer is tight and he turns slightly away. } Yes, they are that bad.

[somakemelaugh]

[He sighs and shakes his head.] If you want to end yourself, there are easier ways to do it. I won't help you with that, but you're more fun when you're alive. So then, we have a problem, it seems. [He lifts a hand to rest his cheek against, watching Vincent.] What to do about it?