Closed rp

[ronderotarel]

When; February 4, nighttime.
Rating; PG
Characters; Claude Faustus xthearaneae and Alois Trancy ronderotarel
Summary; Alois is wandering around the Manor in the middle of the night, and he's lingering in front of Claude's bedroom door.
Log;


He originally planned to go get some milk in the kitchen, and then head straight back to bed.
However, in order to avoid walking down the darkest corridors of the Manor, he'd taken a small detour. He was walking down the corridor of the servant quarters, which has bigger windows and therefore is always lit by the City lights outside.
He'd really tried to head straight to the kitchen, to not think about whose bedroom he was walking past. But his legs had stopped moving right in front of Claude's bedroom door.

And that's where he's still standing right now, more than ten minutes later.

He'd like his pain to disappear like fairy dust, to leave him alone, to allow him to at least be able to walk down a corridor without being haunted by a thousand thoughts about his butler. Is he in his room right now? Or did he go outside? And if he did, where did he go? Is he about to kill some stranger to eat their soul? (The sole thought of Claude devouring anyone else but him makes Alois burn with jealousy).

He can't bring himself to walk inside the room. Not when he's aware that Claude hates him and probably woulnd't like his visit.
Yet at the same time he can't will himself to move and go back to bed.

Just another minute, is what he tells himself. I'll look at the door just another minute, then I'll go to bed.

Because staring at his bedroom door is as close as he can get to his butler these days.

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[ronderotarel]

[And it's that weariness in Claude's eyes that is making Alois cry. A bit because he doesn't want Claude to feel that way, a bit because he's relieved. The closer Claude gets to him, the harder Alois cries. There are too many conflicting thoughts in his mind. He cries because he knows he's acting like the little brat Claude abandoned, and cries harder when he realizes there's nothing he can do about that. He cries because now that Claude is closer, he can see him better. He can see his strong, perfect features in the dim light, and he knows he will never be that perfect himself, so he'll never be worthy of him.

But it doesn't matter, because Claude is cupping his face and is leaning close to him. Alois, in return, leans forward and buries his face against Claude's chest. His tears are wetting the light fabric of Claude's shirt, but he's is too busy smelling Claude's scent to care.]


I haven't smelled you in a long time. [Because Claude was always close enough to him to allow him to smell his scent. But they've been apart for so long Alois nearly forgot what Claude's smell was like. It's a weird way of saying I missed you.]

You left me without your smell for too long.

[I missed you for too long. Now Alois is hitting Claude, bringing his fist against his chest over and over again. He's not putting any effort into this. The blows are too slow and weak, and wouldn't hurt anybody. Yet he keeps hitting Claude's chest because right now he's tired, and nearly hysterical, and there's nothing else he can do. If he can't find the words to express his pain, then he'll keep trying to hurt Claude, to tell him how much he's suffering.]

[xthearaneae]

[ Those tears both infuriated and enraptured him. It reminded him of weakness, of the reason why he'd abandoned this child beneath that blue moon. His sniveling and sudden desperate declaration that was soon lost and never heard from again. And yet, it reminded him of other times. The candlelight didn't help. It often accompanied tears, after all: tears from nightmares, tears from fear...those sorts of tears. But what sort were these?

His fingers absently pass through those golden strands, parting them evenly through his strokes. It was a measured motion, one he had done time and time again...perhaps even the last thing Alois felt before that crushing blow.

The memory causes a frown to crease those fine features. This entire... leaving him for too long bit makes no sense. The last time he'd been in close quarters with Alois was mere minutes before arriving in this accursed city. Apparently, the boy had been here far longer than he had, long enough to miss him and yet remembered his death. Yet another thing he constantly mulled over through the daily grind of work and avoidance. ]

How long...?

[ronderotarel]

[Those two simple words infuriate him. He wants to beat Claude harder for saying such a thing. He knows the only reason Claude wants to know how long he's been in the City is to gain more information, to weave a new spiderweb.

Yet at the same time he cannot stop himself from answering. There's nothing he could ever deny Claude.]

Two months. [His voice is little more than a whisper. He's sobbing too hard to speak properly.] We were in a nice place before. You and I. Then I was brought here.


[He remembers his last moments in Nirvana perfectly well. He was resting his head on Claude's shoulder, and Claude had one arm around him. He was making a flower crown. Then he felt that pulling sensation, and he was taken away from his beloved bluebell field.

But it doesn't matter now. Because no matter if Claude doesn't remember, he's still here with him. Alois begins to calm down a little bit, and sighs tiredly as he lets Claude stroke his hair.]

[xthearaneae]

[ Perhaps it was that. Both that and natural curiosity that made him want to ask. After all, it couldn't have been that long. The way Alois was, he could make two days seem like a year apart between them. Two months must have been an eternity.

As much as he loathed to admit it, there was something oddly calming about having the boy in his arms again. It brought a sense of normalcy when he so desperately needed just the tiniest hint of it. Out of habit, he finds himself resting his head against Alois' own, lost in silence and his own thoughts as he mulled over all of this. From different times, different places... this was overwhelming, to say the least, even for someone like him. ]

...unfortunate...

[ronderotarel]

[This is the main reason why, even after all this time, Alois keeps loving and forgiving Claude. It's because he knows that no matter how many times Claude betrays him, there's always a moment in which Claude goes back to being his Prince Charming (His Highness).

He savours the moment, resting his cheek against Claude's chest, closing his eyes. The fabric of Claude's shirt is so thin Alois feels as if he's leaning against Claude's bare chest. He'd stay like this forever if he could.]

Don't do it again. Don't ever leave me alone for so long again. You're mine, Claude- [ His voice should be more forceful, it should express all his desperate possessiveness towards his demon. But he's too charmed by the way Claude is holding him. His voice comes out in a soft whisper, as if he were lulling himself to sleep on his feet, pressed against Claude's chest. He yawns.]

[xthearaneae]

[ These moments, however fleeting are lost to the night and to Alois' dreams most likely... save for this one moment where perhaps they both needed it despite neither one willing to voice this need. Except maybe through the boy's sudden order. Death didn't change him apparently. He was always so secure in his place, always so willful... always so stubborn with his love. He didn't know what else to say, what else there was to be said to that order. The same words, of course. ]

...Yes, your highness.

[ But what more could he do, really? Again, his weariness overcame him. Nothing tired a demon physically but there were a million and one reasons for him to feel at the least weary and burdened. There was a short breath as he found himself leaning slightly against the windowsill, still with the boy in his arms. He felt the sudden weight though and it's with one single movement that he picks Alois up only to gently set him down on his bed. It was the only move, considering the boy would probably be stubborn enough not to want to leave. ]

[ronderotarel]

[Yes Your Highness. There are few things about Claude Alois missed more than hearing him say those three words. He wonders if Claude really considers him His Highness, or if he's just calling him that to soothe him.

But it doesn't matter. Everything is forgiven the moment Claude picks him up and sits him on the bed.

Alois curls up in a tight ball and looks up at Claude through his blonde bangs. He's tired, and he looks even smaller, all curled up like that. He feels vulnerable, but he's still wilful enough to order Claudd around.]

Come here with me. [It's little morethan a whisper, but he knows Claude can hear him anyway. ]