he's a black magic weilder, some say a witch.

Sep 21, 2011 23:19

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 ( Read more... )

alois trancy, claude faustus

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stabilimentum September 26 2011, 22:19:49 UTC
He is an eyesore. He is impossible to forget, to ignore. He is an unashamed collision of colors as follows: green-and-brown high collar jacket, crimson epaulettes with yellow tassels, white dress shirt and trousers, reinforced brown belt, and a burgundy sash (left shoulder to right hip) that is ugly enough to be offensive. A full-color illustration best describes this man and his patently garish uniform. All in all he seems to belong inside of a storybook, tucked away between pages about high towers and pricked thumbs. Badly dressed but beautiful, he is a work of art once colored in by a child who could not decide which hues were just right. He looks like an idealized fairytale prince and has the invulnerable aura to match the thought ( ... )

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masterbaiting September 26 2011, 23:55:29 UTC
By the time this gaudy, beautiful prince has arrived, Alois has set his hands gingerly against his own face, hiding sore cheeks behind sore hands. There are no footfalls to be heard - a child called Jim Macken imagined that princes would glide on the strength of their own grace - but he knows that something is close by, and his eyes go wide as he stares at his knees between his fingers. There you are says the prince, and Alois is holding his breath. The accent isn't right for Claude Faustus, but it's perfect for a promising savior from far away, a stranger in a strange land looking at a strange child.

Though, he isn't really a stranger anymore. The prince is as strange as the boy before him, but while he's a mystery, they've mingled in secret ways; with his elegance, he's been summoned from stories, so of course they've met closely. He is Alois Trancy's childhood, and he's Jim Macken's pall. Proving this, Claude speaks in a language that, even only two words in, is ripe with Europe and romance, and Alois really feels like he's going ( ... )

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stabilimentum September 30 2011, 13:36:03 UTC
Lowering his hand, cautious as a thief, Claude cradles the far side of his poor little one's face and prevents him from looking away. They make eye contact again, gently, and no one gets hurt. Claude's eyes are not a powerful force; they are relaxed and expressive, lacking the sterile composure of the butler. Unhurried, he watches the succession of tears down Alois' bruised, beloved cheeks. He smelled them slip-dripping from miles away, and had smelled the potential for them, for this, for the entire past week. This is the breaking point that simply had to happen ( ... )

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masterbaiting October 2 2011, 22:11:59 UTC
Right now, Alois certainly does feel so little. He wishes to be held, although he can't bear to ask it, and he's watching Claude like he's never seen him before, simply because it's been so long. He hasn't seen Claude's eyes this way in so long. His heart feels like it's beating harder. Alois wonders, too, if he should hold his breath ( ... )

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