There was a little blond boy darting about a corridor. Dressed in a lacey frock and black coat, the large bow beneath his chin was wilted, and his hair mussed from being pulled at
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Oh look~ I didn't have to wait after all. <3hero_of_sabrieOctober 16 2009, 18:10:31 UTC
Jack opened his eyes when he heard the door to the room he'd been napping in slam.
Strange . . .
That's when he heard the panicked voice outside his door.
It can't be . . . Of course, the idea was entirely possible. He had met so many others here, and he had even been granted life. If that were the case then he had to go to him. Despite the groggy feeling of sleep still weighing him down, Jack sprang to his feet and ran outside the door. He looked left and right, but saw nothing but an empty hallway.
Was it my imagination or-Then he could hear the soft weeping of a child. Though sounding somewhat distant, he recognized it instantly. He turned the corner to see Vincent, as he was when he was alive, when he had been in his care, when he had called him "Master
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"Master Jack!" Vincent gasped, with his face red, his cheeks soaked, and a runny nose; he hardly looked like an angelic child. He was certainly a relieved one however. He moved to throw his arms around Jack's neck and put his face in his hair.
"Master, I was so frightened, where's Gil? I haven't been able to find him!" he whimpered, he had somehow become lost in the house, the first time he had ever done so. He already never wanted it to happen again. He never let Jack go if he could, or at least, until they found his big brother.
*is loving this*hero_of_sabrieOctober 16 2009, 18:48:36 UTC
Jack responded whole-heartedly, returning the embrace and burying his face in the boy's neck. Jack lifted him up easily, his arms going under Vincent to support him, "Hold onto me, okay?"
He smiled sweetly, "I haven't seen your brother around here either Vincent, at least, well-not the one you're used to-" Jack realized the complication of the whole situation and tried to cover up his bringing it up in the first place, "Rather, no, I haven't seen Gilbert, but I'm sure he is safe, Vincent."
"There is a handkerchief in my breast pocket. Dry your eyes, okay?" The elder would have gotten it for him, but he was too busy holding onto him as he carried Vincent down the hallway.
"Did you just get here, Vincent? I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner."
It's so sad. D:bymisfortuneOctober 16 2009, 19:32:45 UTC
Vincent did as Jack asked, delicately taking the handkerchief and wiping his eyes. He neatly folded it and put it back in the man's pocket when he was done, like Gilbert would have done. He leaned against Jack's neck and tightened his hold as he was carried down the hall. He like to believe Jack that Gilbert was safe, but Vincent would not stop feeling anxious until he saw the other boy with his own eyes.
"I got lost Master Jack, I'm sorry. I went around the wrong corner I guess," he said morosely, recalling that awful feeling of turning around and Gilbert not being there. That rising fear in his chest he had purposely been abandoned by his brother at last. He leaned up to give his guardian a kiss on the cheek to show he was not upset at him, though his presence was a consolation prize to Gilbert's.
Jack returned the kiss with another, this one being placed on the boy's forehead. "Let's get you something to eat and then we'll search for little Gilbert together, okay?"
"What would Vincent like to eat today?" Jack secretly hoped it wasn't anything other than what could be made with bread, eggs, or some other form of food that required almost no cooking. He was a terrible cook. If anything, Vincent and Gilbert both could outdo him any day in the kitchen. Jack blushed from his own hopelessness. Half the time the boys were really taking care of him.
"Just a jelly sandwich," Vincent said softly, Gilbert liked those too, he secretly hoped his brother would already be in the kitchen, making tea for them.
"He may already be in the kitchen, We were walking there when I made the wrong turn," he informed Jack. He frowned, "though maybe he's still looking for me."
He felt that small pang of guilt that rose whenever he believed he caused his brother distress. Guilt, and another hot feeling, something akin to vindication that the boy couldn't identify at his age. It made him sigh however and slump against his master who treated him more like he was his younger brother.
Yet he didn't feel for Jack what he did for Gilbert, the latter was undoubtedly his brother, the former, something Vincent had yet to define. A friend? A parent? Vincent knew nothing of such relationships, perhaps Gilbert was correct in simply calling Jack 'Master', he couldn't be defined by anything else.
Jack inwardly made a sigh of relief at the typical request. He was quite proficient in jelly sandwiches.
At Vincent's next words Jack's heart sunk down into his stomach. The likelihood of Gilbert being in the kitchen was low, still, it was his job to remain optimistic even in the darkest of situations. "Maybe he is. If the two of you were on your way to the kitchen, then the logical place for him to be would be there, and once we're there, perhaps we should wait for him?"
Jack let his head rest against Vincent's slightly as a means of comforting him. "I should make a jelly sandwich for him too, right?"
"Yes, thank you, Master," Vincent agreed, smiling as he cuddled against Jack. He did have a tendency to be affectionate once he had gotten over his initial terror. He clinged to Gilbert, but now he also clinged to the man who had taken them in.
"Gilbert will come to the kitchen," he said confidentially. Gilbert may fret but he always figured out the right thing to do. Then they would have lunch and Vincent could forget about that horrible feeling that he'd had a few minutes prior. That consuming horror of loneliness.
He looked up however with an expression of trepidation, "I'm sorry about slamming your doors Master. Gilbert said it's bad for the door to do that."
OMNOMNOM Shotas~hero_of_sabrieOctober 16 2009, 21:06:41 UTC
"My doors-?" jack stopped. That made sense. If Vincent was thinking that Gilbert would be on his way to the kitchen that only meant that he was still under the impression that they were still in the Vessalius mansion.
"Don't worry about it, Vincent. Just be glad mother isn't home. I would get scolded by her, and then I'd have to tickle you as punishment! Hahaha," he smiled back at Vincent, "Of course, I could just tickle you anyway!" Jack managed to pinch the skin on the side of his hips. It wasn't the boy's most ticklish spot, but Jack knew better than to launch a full on tickle attack when he was carrying him.
Vincent wriggled and giggled at the touch, his grip tightened on Jack's neck as his legs swayed. Gilbert was rarely as affectionate as Jack was, and Vincent did lap up the attention. He didn't like any adult but Jack, he was carefully respectful to Jack's mother, but no adult could compare to his Master.
"I won't let you get in trouble Master Jack," he promised, far too enthralled with the man to notice the hallways were strange. He was smiling, so his upset at being lost was being rapidly forgotten as well.
Jack was nervous about how different the mansion's kitchen looked compared to their own. The Vessalius house was no where near the size of this place, but he tried to ignore it. Jack sat Vincent up on the island counter.
"Two jelly sandwiches! So easy to please." He gave Vincent another kiss on the forehead and began to look through the ice box for the jelly.
Vincent did finally notice a distinct unfamiliarity with his surroundings at he turned his gaze away from his Master to look about for Gilbert. His eyes widened and his hands clenched the counter top. Jack was here, but he wasn't where he had been, a distinct feeling of vertigo swept over the child.
"Master Jack?" he asked softly, in almost a whisper, "did you take me some place new?"
Sorry that took forever. ILUhero_of_sabrieOctober 19 2009, 06:31:42 UTC
Jack kept his face in the ice chest. He knew lying wasn't going to work, but then why had he gone along with it in the first place? He felt a headache coming on. This place, this mansion surrounded by unpenetrable walls, was feeling less like a haven where he could experience life again and be reunited with loves ones and more like a hell in which he had to face every sin he had committed and the lives he had affected.
Jack couldn't lie, but he had to be careful. He didn't want to scare Vincent, but he didn't want to color the truth too much, either-neither Vincent nor Gilbert were stupid and were far less naive than many of the boys their age.
"I did Vincent." Taking the blame, it was the least he could do.
"I didn't mean to, but I missed you, so I brought you here. I've seen your brother around, and if we wait here, he will eventually show up. He-" will probably not be your age, but . . .Jack concentrated on spreading the jelly on the bread. He could not imagine Vincent without Gilbert right there beside him for more than only a
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Strange . . .
That's when he heard the panicked voice outside his door.
It can't be . . . Of course, the idea was entirely possible. He had met so many others here, and he had even been granted life. If that were the case then he had to go to him. Despite the groggy feeling of sleep still weighing him down, Jack sprang to his feet and ran outside the door. He looked left and right, but saw nothing but an empty hallway.
Was it my imagination or-Then he could hear the soft weeping of a child. Though sounding somewhat distant, he recognized it instantly. He turned the corner to see Vincent, as he was when he was alive, when he had been in his care, when he had called him "Master ( ... )
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"Master, I was so frightened, where's Gil? I haven't been able to find him!" he whimpered, he had somehow become lost in the house, the first time he had ever done so. He already never wanted it to happen again. He never let Jack go if he could, or at least, until they found his big brother.
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He smiled sweetly, "I haven't seen your brother around here either Vincent, at least, well-not the one you're used to-" Jack realized the complication of the whole situation and tried to cover up his bringing it up in the first place, "Rather, no, I haven't seen Gilbert, but I'm sure he is safe, Vincent."
"There is a handkerchief in my breast pocket. Dry your eyes, okay?" The elder would have gotten it for him, but he was too busy holding onto him as he carried Vincent down the hallway.
"Did you just get here, Vincent? I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner."
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"I got lost Master Jack, I'm sorry. I went around the wrong corner I guess," he said morosely, recalling that awful feeling of turning around and Gilbert not being there. That rising fear in his chest he had purposely been abandoned by his brother at last. He leaned up to give his guardian a kiss on the cheek to show he was not upset at him, though his presence was a consolation prize to Gilbert's.
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"What would Vincent like to eat today?" Jack secretly hoped it wasn't anything other than what could be made with bread, eggs, or some other form of food that required almost no cooking. He was a terrible cook. If anything, Vincent and Gilbert both could outdo him any day in the kitchen. Jack blushed from his own hopelessness. Half the time the boys were really taking care of him.
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"He may already be in the kitchen, We were walking there when I made the wrong turn," he informed Jack. He frowned, "though maybe he's still looking for me."
He felt that small pang of guilt that rose whenever he believed he caused his brother distress. Guilt, and another hot feeling, something akin to vindication that the boy couldn't identify at his age. It made him sigh however and slump against his master who treated him more like he was his younger brother.
Yet he didn't feel for Jack what he did for Gilbert, the latter was undoubtedly his brother, the former, something Vincent had yet to define. A friend? A parent? Vincent knew nothing of such relationships, perhaps Gilbert was correct in simply calling Jack 'Master', he couldn't be defined by anything else.
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At Vincent's next words Jack's heart sunk down into his stomach. The likelihood of Gilbert being in the kitchen was low, still, it was his job to remain optimistic even in the darkest of situations. "Maybe he is. If the two of you were on your way to the kitchen, then the logical place for him to be would be there, and once we're there, perhaps we should wait for him?"
Jack let his head rest against Vincent's slightly as a means of comforting him. "I should make a jelly sandwich for him too, right?"
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"Gilbert will come to the kitchen," he said confidentially. Gilbert may fret but he always figured out the right thing to do. Then they would have lunch and Vincent could forget about that horrible feeling that he'd had a few minutes prior. That consuming horror of loneliness.
He looked up however with an expression of trepidation, "I'm sorry about slamming your doors Master. Gilbert said it's bad for the door to do that."
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"Don't worry about it, Vincent. Just be glad mother isn't home. I would get scolded by her, and then I'd have to tickle you as punishment! Hahaha," he smiled back at Vincent, "Of course, I could just tickle you anyway!" Jack managed to pinch the skin on the side of his hips. It wasn't the boy's most ticklish spot, but Jack knew better than to launch a full on tickle attack when he was carrying him.
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"I won't let you get in trouble Master Jack," he promised, far too enthralled with the man to notice the hallways were strange. He was smiling, so his upset at being lost was being rapidly forgotten as well.
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"Two jelly sandwiches! So easy to please." He gave Vincent another kiss on the forehead and began to look through the ice box for the jelly.
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"Master Jack?" he asked softly, in almost a whisper, "did you take me some place new?"
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Jack couldn't lie, but he had to be careful. He didn't want to scare Vincent, but he didn't want to color the truth too much, either-neither Vincent nor Gilbert were stupid and were far less naive than many of the boys their age.
"I did Vincent." Taking the blame, it was the least he could do.
"I didn't mean to, but I missed you, so I brought you here. I've seen your brother around, and if we wait here, he will eventually show up. He-" will probably not be your age, but . . .Jack concentrated on spreading the jelly on the bread. He could not imagine Vincent without Gilbert right there beside him for more than only a ( ... )
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