Communications Officer Doug Eiffel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
littletonoidea) wrote2022-03-02 01:29 am
littletonoidea) wrote2022-03-02 01:29 am
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"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"
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But that he'd let someone see how much they'd gotten to him. He ignores the pain in his hand, holding it steady when he wants to flex it.
He takes two more steps back, gritting his teeth again as Eiffel once again proves himself incapable of being quiet.
Until he realises exactly what he's said and stops in place. ]
Again.
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[He gets back to his feet, one hand protecting his face while the other is outstretched defensively.]
Y-- you're the one that downloaded Scream directly into my brain, pal, you're the one who showed me your home-grown man-cronomicon! What the hell was I supposed to do?!
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[ It isn't often Elias is rendered speechless, yet here he is again and it's a moment or two before the incomprehension and horror in his eyes is able to be reigned in.
He needs to leave, before he does or says something drastic. And so he turns on his heel, back to Eiffel. And takes a breath. He can walk away with dignity and a calm expression on his face. All the way back to his quarters and away from this-- ]
Once again I'll have to request a rain check.
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[He wasn't trying to be cruel, he'd just needed advice because it was fucking horrifying.
He steps forward without thinking, moving to put his hand on Elias's shoulder again.]
That's not-- I mean it's totally your fault but like--
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He can't help it, his body simply recoils at something being that close to him when he is so very aware of how poorly this all Looks.
And the flinch only makes it worse.
So he closes his eyes and thinks of all he has seen and done and been. This is not him. He is so much more. He was above everyone else in the world and their fear was his to feast on. He will have that again. He won't let this place take that control from him.
He turns; body still, eyes clear, tone cordial and entirely cold. He's used to looking at people like he can see into their heads, it isn't hard to do. He will again. He will have his power again. ]
Do excuse me. I think it would be better if I retire to my cabin. You understand, of course.
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I-- uh, yeah. O-of course, mister Bouchard.
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(only good. nothing else.)
--like food to a starving man. It makes Elias want to keep looking, to take the moment to study Douglas Eiffel properly and see if there are other fears connected to that. Power helps for that, of course. But Elias has lived long enough and known enough people to learn that there multiple ways to get inside a person's fear.
But no. This inane man is beneath him. ]
And I would appreciate it if you checked with me before sharing anything which comes up between us. As warden, you're in a position of power here. I'd hate to feel I couldn't trust you.
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[Amazing, how quickly that dynamic has shifted with Elias showing that icy managerial side. Eiffel is actually glancing away, still rubbing his face with one hand but deliberately avoiding eye contact, glancing sidewards at the floor.]