Title: Identity
Prompt: Prompt 1
Character/Pairing: Leo, Glen,
A/N: Ahh, my titles are so bad and have nothing to do with anything. Also, kinda a companion piece to the Oswald one in terms of theme. :)
Summary: The voices drown him and he tries not to breath. It's better that way.
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"Glen."
His instinct is to correct, to say Leo. To brush down his hair and put on his glasses. The lights are too bright now, covering everything.
He has spent too many years hiding behind his bangs and now he is blinded for it.
"Glen," the woman repeats. Her name escapes him—Lottie, someone suggests helpfully.
Someone. Himself. The knowledge sinks into him, the events of centuries encoded into his DNA. He is a Baskerville.
He is Glen.
(He is not Elliot's valet, he should never have been his valet, he killed—)
"Yes?" he replies, finally. Acknowledging the moniker. He can feel the weight of it all now and it floods over him.
A dozen Glens vie for his attention. A dozen Glens greet him with curiosity.
He lets them take over, lets them guide his hand.
Their voices drown him and he tries not to breathe.