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tampered2012-02-04 04:42 pm
ronderotarel) wrote in tampered2012-02-04 04:42 pm
Entry tags:
Closed rp
When; February 4, nighttime.
Rating; PG
Characters; Claude Faustusxthearaneae 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.
Rating; PG
Characters; Claude Faustus
xthearaneae and Alois Trancy ronderotarelSummary; 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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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. ]