is this love, or prison?
Who: Alois Trancy and Claude Faustus.
When: the evening of november fifth.
Where: Claude's bedroom!!
Summary: He wished for a prince, managed two, and now he doesn't know what to do.
Warnings: creepin??
So someone finally wants to marry him.
Alois had said yes- of course he had, and of course he'd let the ring onto his finger. Of course he'd said, I love you. And he does love Ciel Phantomhive, oh, he does. But he can imagine Ciel asking, More than anything?
That's the problem.
When Claude comes to his bedroom, he'll find Alois curled up amongst the thick blankets of his bed. He's still got his day clothes on. He's also still got pink blotches round his eyes from crying, and a splitting headache. There's a ring on each hand. One stone is red, and the other is blue. His breathing's nice and even.
Nothing about him feels even. He's looking at spiderwebs. Counting the threads helps.
When: the evening of november fifth.
Where: Claude's bedroom!!
Summary: He wished for a prince, managed two, and now he doesn't know what to do.
Warnings: creepin??
So someone finally wants to marry him.
Alois had said yes- of course he had, and of course he'd let the ring onto his finger. Of course he'd said, I love you. And he does love Ciel Phantomhive, oh, he does. But he can imagine Ciel asking, More than anything?
That's the problem.
When Claude comes to his bedroom, he'll find Alois curled up amongst the thick blankets of his bed. He's still got his day clothes on. He's also still got pink blotches round his eyes from crying, and a splitting headache. There's a ring on each hand. One stone is red, and the other is blue. His breathing's nice and even.
Nothing about him feels even. He's looking at spiderwebs. Counting the threads helps.