[closed] [incomplete]
Characters: rowdy_count & nebensonne.
Location: CC 6K
Rating: Ha ha ha well! PG for now. :
Time: Sept 28, after this.
Description: Giovanni's looking for a Meister, and Ciel's intrigued. Shenanigans! tl;dr run-on sentences on my part too, I'm sorry.
It doesn't take long. After the connection ends, it's just a matter of five minutes from his door to Ciel's.
But it somehow extends to ten, then fifteen. He's standing, just lingering outside of the featureless closed apartment door, staring at his own hand hovering over the knob, his mouth set in a thin line. Thinking about what he's doing, mainly, even if it's meaningless at this point. Is there anything he really needs to come to terms with, when he's made to be adaptive? He's already decided, he knows; he'll go in regardless. There'll be no other choice if he wants to get his way, if he wants to see results from what he's doing. If he wants to survive another attempt. Or actually succeed.
... This is nothing. Just another minor lapse, like the first. There's been all kinds of obstacles since he arrived, and that's inevitable when the city is so different, when their bodies have been damaged and modified and the rules of engagement have been shaken up. But some things still haven't changed, have they. There are some things he can still count on, even if he's stuck doing this.
Heine still has his weaknesses, he can still be driven to do what he wants, and Giovanni's proved that pretty well. Even here. Outwitting him, getting his attention, that's the easy part. But he needs to be strong enough to make an impact, and maintain it.
It flashes back to him easily.
The way Heine grabbed Kanda's hand with a trust Giovanni had never seen him manage for anyone, the way his flesh dissolved into metal and reflective black and sharp silver edges and Giovanni's hand twitches against the air when he remembers it, the hot feeling of the edge cutting through his fingertip, the hot feeling of Kanda's flinty eyes staring him down, daring him to try something. Holding Heine up to him, and something about that had twisted a knot in his gut. It felt a little bit like being shot through, the familiar pain of sucking air into his lungs and feeling it escape through bulletholes, never quite catching his breath. Purely shock. Nothing else.
Heine. What has he become, since he arrived? Has he really changed that much?
... But, well. How could that be. No, he was already right about it, hadn't he proven that? Heine hasn't changed at all. That's why he keeps snapping at the bit at the slightest provocation from him, and he's improved at hiding it, at least to others, but that doesn't mean it's not there. It doesn't mean Giovanni doesn't see it easily.
It doesn't mean that denying it will ever make it go away.
Giovanni finally seals his fingers around the metal. He doesn't know much about Ciel, not past the voice greeting him and inviting him willingly over, the old demise feeds he'd looked up after their discussion, and it isn't much to go by, but. At the very least, he isn't any kind of concern. There's no risk involved. There's nothing about Ciel that feels particularly disconcerting to him.
If he doesn't like it, he'll walk away without an issue.
... So much justification. He kills the train of thought as it forms, finally twists his wrist and pushes the door open without any prior warning. No need to knock if Ciel's expecting him, after all.
Location: CC 6K
Rating: Ha ha ha well! PG for now. :
Time: Sept 28, after this.
Description: Giovanni's looking for a Meister, and Ciel's intrigued. Shenanigans! tl;dr run-on sentences on my part too, I'm sorry.
It doesn't take long. After the connection ends, it's just a matter of five minutes from his door to Ciel's.
But it somehow extends to ten, then fifteen. He's standing, just lingering outside of the featureless closed apartment door, staring at his own hand hovering over the knob, his mouth set in a thin line. Thinking about what he's doing, mainly, even if it's meaningless at this point. Is there anything he really needs to come to terms with, when he's made to be adaptive? He's already decided, he knows; he'll go in regardless. There'll be no other choice if he wants to get his way, if he wants to see results from what he's doing. If he wants to survive another attempt. Or actually succeed.
... This is nothing. Just another minor lapse, like the first. There's been all kinds of obstacles since he arrived, and that's inevitable when the city is so different, when their bodies have been damaged and modified and the rules of engagement have been shaken up. But some things still haven't changed, have they. There are some things he can still count on, even if he's stuck doing this.
Heine still has his weaknesses, he can still be driven to do what he wants, and Giovanni's proved that pretty well. Even here. Outwitting him, getting his attention, that's the easy part. But he needs to be strong enough to make an impact, and maintain it.
It flashes back to him easily.
The way Heine grabbed Kanda's hand with a trust Giovanni had never seen him manage for anyone, the way his flesh dissolved into metal and reflective black and sharp silver edges and Giovanni's hand twitches against the air when he remembers it, the hot feeling of the edge cutting through his fingertip, the hot feeling of Kanda's flinty eyes staring him down, daring him to try something. Holding Heine up to him, and something about that had twisted a knot in his gut. It felt a little bit like being shot through, the familiar pain of sucking air into his lungs and feeling it escape through bulletholes, never quite catching his breath. Purely shock. Nothing else.
Heine. What has he become, since he arrived? Has he really changed that much?
... But, well. How could that be. No, he was already right about it, hadn't he proven that? Heine hasn't changed at all. That's why he keeps snapping at the bit at the slightest provocation from him, and he's improved at hiding it, at least to others, but that doesn't mean it's not there. It doesn't mean Giovanni doesn't see it easily.
It doesn't mean that denying it will ever make it go away.
Giovanni finally seals his fingers around the metal. He doesn't know much about Ciel, not past the voice greeting him and inviting him willingly over, the old demise feeds he'd looked up after their discussion, and it isn't much to go by, but. At the very least, he isn't any kind of concern. There's no risk involved. There's nothing about Ciel that feels particularly disconcerting to him.
If he doesn't like it, he'll walk away without an issue.
... So much justification. He kills the train of thought as it forms, finally twists his wrist and pushes the door open without any prior warning. No need to knock if Ciel's expecting him, after all.