he's a black magic weilder, some say a witch.
Who: Alois Trancy & Claude Faustus.
When: afternoon of the 21st.
Where: Claude can show him the world, okay.
Summary: Claude Faustus is generally one of two things: Disney princess or fairy tale prince. It's the second that Alois is in need of, right now.
Warnings: While Claude may be one of the above two things, he's always a huge creeper skeeve, so. There's that.
So things have been awful for a while, now.
Ahiru is gone. Everyone knows that, because everyone had loved her, but no one had loved her so much as Alois has and does, or maybe doesn't, because she doesn't deserve to be adored after leaving again, does she? He ought have married her after all; she ought have listened, but- it would have been such a boring marriage, he wouldn't ever have really wanted to kiss her or hold his hands in the way he holds Ciel's. Was it worth it, he wonders? To be able to tie himself to Ciel at the cost of losing his best friend.
Well, yes, it was worth it, and he knows that marriage wouldn't have kept her here anyway, but it's nice at least to blame a cause and effect. She didn't marry him, so she left him. There: all her fault. That's a nicer way to think of it.
He'd left the house because Sebastian Michaelis reeks. You don't need to come with me, he'd said to those who asked. I'm only going out for a little, he'd said. Then he'd found the boys who were tormenting the ducks, and Alois felt like his insides would go up in flames if he didn't hit them right then and there. So he did- one was smaller than him by a little, two were bigger than him by a bit too much, and he'd hit them, and kicked them, and he thinks he remembers pressing a rock against his palm and smacking someone in the face with it. He doesn't care. They were stupid and the ducks limped off all right enough. Alois limped off, too; he thought, I want to go wash my face, and then he thought, Fucking rotty shit, Ciel will lose it if I go in.
That's why he's sitting tucked between two bushes, now, grass stains on his cream stockings, one fallen down his thigh. Both knees are pulled up to his chest and he's got his arms wrapped around his legs, and his bruised face is hidden, tilted down. His shoulders are shaking, too, but his tears are angrier than anything else. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he's saying intermittently, on furious little huffs. Stupid Sebastian. Stupid Ahiru. Stupid himself, too, and stupid practically everyone else.
He hears the ducks making a ruckus, and thinks he'll break someone's teeth if they're being picked on again.
When: afternoon of the 21st.
Where: Claude can show him the world, okay.
Summary: Claude Faustus is generally one of two things: Disney princess or fairy tale prince. It's the second that Alois is in need of, right now.
Warnings: While Claude may be one of the above two things, he's always a huge creeper skeeve, so. There's that.
So things have been awful for a while, now.
Ahiru is gone. Everyone knows that, because everyone had loved her, but no one had loved her so much as Alois has and does, or maybe doesn't, because she doesn't deserve to be adored after leaving again, does she? He ought have married her after all; she ought have listened, but- it would have been such a boring marriage, he wouldn't ever have really wanted to kiss her or hold his hands in the way he holds Ciel's. Was it worth it, he wonders? To be able to tie himself to Ciel at the cost of losing his best friend.
Well, yes, it was worth it, and he knows that marriage wouldn't have kept her here anyway, but it's nice at least to blame a cause and effect. She didn't marry him, so she left him. There: all her fault. That's a nicer way to think of it.
He'd left the house because Sebastian Michaelis reeks. You don't need to come with me, he'd said to those who asked. I'm only going out for a little, he'd said. Then he'd found the boys who were tormenting the ducks, and Alois felt like his insides would go up in flames if he didn't hit them right then and there. So he did- one was smaller than him by a little, two were bigger than him by a bit too much, and he'd hit them, and kicked them, and he thinks he remembers pressing a rock against his palm and smacking someone in the face with it. He doesn't care. They were stupid and the ducks limped off all right enough. Alois limped off, too; he thought, I want to go wash my face, and then he thought, Fucking rotty shit, Ciel will lose it if I go in.
That's why he's sitting tucked between two bushes, now, grass stains on his cream stockings, one fallen down his thigh. Both knees are pulled up to his chest and he's got his arms wrapped around his legs, and his bruised face is hidden, tilted down. His shoulders are shaking, too, but his tears are angrier than anything else. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he's saying intermittently, on furious little huffs. Stupid Sebastian. Stupid Ahiru. Stupid himself, too, and stupid practically everyone else.
He hears the ducks making a ruckus, and thinks he'll break someone's teeth if they're being picked on again.