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"Aren't you enthusiastic today. Curious, but what brought this on all of a sudden?" Astre stood with his arms folded over his chest. While he knew the blonde to get over excited about things it, was the first time that the former earl had heard something like this be spoken. "It's uncertain what the future will be stepping forward. Anything could happen however, that is I suppose I can agree with you. I'll believe in the future and survive the present. We can do it together!"
Will the future be bright or bleak. He hadn't thought that far ahead. Astre only focused on the now and, doing what he needed to do to push forward.
Enthousiasm who fluctuate during one second, as an unpleasant pout welcomed slowly his features, before dissolving for return inside current brightness he was experencing. Rightfully, he had matter to remaining depressive, though Claude’s absence eventually came to be accepted --- even if remnant of denial remained anchored inside his being, even associated to various guilt and sentiment of responsability for hadn’t been good enough for an demon … where sadly, mentally, his mind had to preparing himself for eventually ended up terrified for an couple of weeks … To himself, he needing motives for carry on living. To himself, he needing an impression of belonging inside his own name, inside his own environment, knowing how difficult everything will be … The past … The past will forever haunt him, staying behind him, clinging over his tiny hopes. Perception of the present, though associated to amusing irony inside current circumstances, had to be overcome … Eventually the future will fulfilled of brightness, where on his case, it would be consequence of all the actions realized in the present. Eventually, in the future, if he believed and motivated himself enough, if he managed to win bet for open Purgatory’s doors, he will be a witch.
It would change nothing of his full support towards Astre Phantomhive. Though mocking amusing teasing was felt towards circumstances irony, he touched something he cannot experience, where he couldn’t be saved, and honestly, didn’t saw the point anymore to get free of his special prison --- ❝ I’m not always depressive~ ❞ He noticed with an childhish voice, as he knew, self-depreciation was fast to appear inside his expression and remembrances were mostly painful. Gratefully, Astre had showing up inside his house when he had slowly overcomed initial despair state he had been, nevertheless, by moments, he remained with low energy and little will to do something, and still, sometimes he was scared about future circumstances he would face. Surviving his present mean surviving Philip Butler --- and that element was enough for making him internally scream. How he was supposed to bring an interest in front of an leader of underground, where he was nothing alike the boy he had been so much impressed with ? How he was supposed to gain whatever access door to the Golden Witch ? ❝ Oh, I have been thinking. ❞ He shrugged. Imagining himself as an discrete influence of the underground … simply that picture inside an long-away future … ❝ Uncertain ? ❞ He repeated amusingly. ❝ Not mine. ❞ He corrected slowly. Considering he should have been dead for quite a while, for sure, he will avoid to pass another time by the case Death … especially where there must be consequences to get his soul being destroyed from inside for months, where his emotional issues had deteriorated as a result … Hades removed that curse, but he had no specific indication about how he was supposed to survive the aftermatch, neither if his soul had been damaged or something. Sadly, it wasn’t enough for perceiving golden butterflies for example. ❝ My future isn’t uncertain … yours might be, but I’m sure I can do something about it. For Phantomhive living an certain future where everything will be fine~ ❞ For one second, he can forget he has still an demon’s deal, and will possibly died --- he wasn’t Alois Trancy enough to anticipated how compromise an deal with the God of the Underground ( besides to have no idea how to talk with him, and no knowing how to access to the Underground itself ) neither to make right now such an large difference … where he could seek to save his life either way. ❝ Though, I need to believe the future will be good for survive the present, and someday, not looking back and sensing all of that had been for nothing~ ❞ He laughed slowly. ❝ We will do it together~ I’m the one supposed to help you anyway, and see your face every day is my present daily gift, illuminating my present~ Am I good company ? ~ ❞
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Okay so I needed to start fresh for Astre, since this blog was a hot mess. So if you want to still role play with Astre you can find him over at his shiney new blog, same url falseearl. I have also updated my rules so make sure you read them.
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@falseearl.
As the plate of food was set down in front of him, Smile could feel his eye twitch a little. “Doll. As grateful as I am that you got this food for me. Don’t you think you went a tad bit over with the amount? I mean this could bloody well feed four people easily.” He looked at the heaped up plate of food just as his stomach growled, the rich aroma of food hitting him. It smelled so delicious but he’d get sick if he ate this much.
❝ WHAT’RE ya talkin ‘ about , smile ? s’always good t’ eat as much as ya can , anytime ya get the chance , right ? ❞ she wore a WIDE grin as she spoke despite the darkness lingering under those words -- of course , she never knew when the next time she’d get a meal was ... before . regardless of whether she realized she was doing it herself , freckles was loading up on as much as she could - that underlying worry there that it might not come again .
❝ OH , an ‘ , uh ... ❞ she leans in almost uncomfortably close , cupping one side of her mouth with her hand as she spoke to block any of the first - string members from overhearing or reading her lips . ❝ call me freckles when ah’m like this . no one outside’a the first - string knows my secret , ‘ kay ? ❞ she pulls back with a teasing smile , beginning to stuff her face . half - muffled by her breakfast as she tries to keep talking .
❝ but y’can just gimme anythin ‘ ya can’t finish . i’ll try not ta get’cha so much from now on . ❞
#falseearl#i Love that she doesnt question why ciel cant rly fight for food himself & just shares w him#she starts makin sure she can nab 2 shares everytime to make sure hes good n fed!!#&& . * muse : freckles / doll . ( the circus life is great . no one beats ya - ya can eat as many sweets as yer tum can hold . )
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“stay in bed and let me look after you.”
hurt sentence starters
((Putting this under a read more due to potentially triggering content involving mentions of accidental self harm, mental illness, and trauma.))
This was why he couldn’t ever, in a million years, go against Ciel Phantomhive. This right here. A flicker of kindness in an abyssal darkness. He was his only coworker, the only other ‘Earl of Evil’ so to speak. At least, to a point where they would commit murders for the Queen if asked well enough. Ciel was the watchdog, the detective... He was the spider, the assassin. His expertise was murder and it got him into quite a bit of trouble. Killing someone and then framing someone else for the Queen’s sake was always a difficult and dangerous job... On occasions he’d do his own detective work, and on occasions Astre would commit a murder, but for the most part they had their roles... Sometimes they worked together, sometimes they worked autonomously, they were cogs in a machine constantly playing off of each other but hardly truly interacting. It hurt his heart, just a little bit, for a number of reasons. There was a part of him that obsessed over the earl, and there was a part of him that craved his attention and recognition. To say that the other was a role model would be a grossly large understatement-- a permanent fixation was much more akin to what fit. At the same time however, he wanted to turn down this kindness so graciously given to him... He felt he didn’t deserve it, not with how these wounds came to be.
His emotions were easy enough to predict while all the while being the most chaotic things on the face of this earth. for days on end, weeks, maybe even months he would be happy-go-lucky. in such an overwhelmingly good mood that he seemed to be on cloud nine. he would smile, grin, play, hell he’d even treat servants like Hannah with much more kindness and grace. other than a few small outbursts, he was, for the most part, utterly impossible to bring down. However his emotions were like a rubber band being pulled taught, eventually, to avoid breaking altogether, the band will have to snap back to form; and that’s what exactly would happen. He would be happy and then suddenly snap into a heavy aggression. He would enact violence and then immediately after fall into a deep depression. These aggressive spells could last minutes, or the entire day. He’d rip apart wallpaper, tear down curtains, beat his servants, even Claude wasn’t safe from his wrath on some days. by The end of it the room, or even the manor in it’s entirety, would be in shambles. Everything would be falling apart. But that wasn’t the most terrifying part… His aggression is terrifying in one way, but the deep depression he’d fall into after that was what really frightened most.
For almost twice the time(usually) that he’d been happy, he’d fall into this pit. He wouldn’t have the energy to get out of bed save for bathroom trips, wouldn’t have the energy to change his clothes, and wouldn’t have the energy to eat. It wasn’t uncommon for Claude to have to force him into a new night gown, or for servants to have to team up to lift him up while they changed his bedding. It also wasn’t entirely uncommon for Claude to have to force food into his mouth. He’d struggle against it, but as soon as whatever meal he was trying to get Alois to eat touched the earl’s tongue, he’d take it with little complaint. At one point the child had even bitten into the butler’s arm in one attempt to refuse a meal, only for it to be his own downfall as Claude wouldn’t allow Alois to close his mouth until a forkful of stake was on his tongue. Then that jaw would be forced into a closed position and that’d be the end of it. if Claude was a human there would definitely be a scar on that arm from the earl’s sharp canines. But he wasn’t, so no evidence of the violent action was left behind. In these deep depressions his world view would become malformed, so distorted in fact that he would often suffer bouts of what seemed to be psychosis or even vivid hallucinations. He would have flashbacks and terrible nightmares which only added to the terrible illusion of reality.
It wasn’t uncommon for him to request Claude stay by his side during terrible nights… This in of itself wouldn’t be too bad if not for how restless he’d be in the night and how at some points he’d still wake up screaming… It is in the delirium that he faced from his fragmented mind that servants would be ordered to keep a close eye on the earl, keep sharp objects and poisons away from him at all time, monitor all the things he has in his rooms– no belts, no rope, no buckles, no glass, nothing that he could inflict any damage upon himself. Alois didn’t want to commit suicide or hurt himself, not truly. In fact most of the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it until someone pulled him out of his near sleepwalking type of state. Often times, when this would happen, he would panic and attack whoever stirred him– as such it was imperative to grab him in a way that would neutralize any danger he posed. If he had a knife and was cutting up his legs, grab his arm and disarm him before he has a chance to truly struggle, then subdue him. That was the orders given, that was the instruction received. There was always the idea put forth by some that perhaps he needed mental care, but the prospect of an asylum was so outright awful that instead of treatment the only option was to hide his mental deterioration behind closed doors. He did well enough in public, it was just in private where things fell apart.
Sending the ‘young master’ to an asylum just to be tortured for ‘treatment’ was never a viable option and was something nobody would allow.
When Claude found him, the his white nightgown was stained a deep red. Blood caked his legs to the point where it was near impossible to tell wound from coated skin. He had to be washed before any bandaging could be done and by the end of it all, the bathwater was red and his wounds were being staunched by restrictive bandages. Bed rest was what was forced upon him. No leaving his bed until he recovered unless someone was there with him. There were so many scars upon his legs now, hidden behind his boots and socks. Perhaps a pair of tights. He wouldn’t allow for a soul to see them. They were his sin, his delusion, and nobody could see into his fragmented mind. And yet... there was one person who he knew could see through the veil he hid behind. Someone who had yet to step beyond it but could see ever so clearly through it to the other side. The only person that could possibly enact that switch to flip early in his brain to return him to either a positive or negative state of mind... Depending on how it all played out. The Earl of Phantomhive was easily a mental catalyst...
“Why would you want to do something like that?” He asked him, blue eyes somewhat downcast, he couldn’t find the will to look him straight in the eyes. There was a heavy feeling of shame fluttering in his mind. Why is it he felt no shame for the bad things he did on purpose, and yet felt so much shame for the things he couldn’t control? Why did he pull his hair out when he thought about how he fell on his ass while dancing with someone, but not when he thought about how he gouged out Hannah’s eyes. “Look after me, I mean... It cannot be pleasant I imagine, to care after your... wounded coworker.“ He was going to say ‘mad’, but held his tongue. He didn’t know the extent for which the other knew. While he trusted Astre, he also did fear that he’d tell the Queen, not truly knowing how awful Asylum life was. “You don’t have to stay here, Ciel...” And yet he wanted him to... He wanted nothing more than the company of someone other than his servants. Someone that understood him much better... Even if just a little bit. Just one more soul.
Just one more wounded soul.
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#falseearl#verse:butterfly#tw:self harm#tw:blood#tw:gore#tw:mental illness#tw:trauma#tw#blood#gore#mental illness#self harm#trauma
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"Your timing couldn't have been more perfect."
The Lion King: Sentence Starters
Stepping into the office, a cruel yet satisfying smirk settled on his lips. “I see, why would that be, my lord? Do you require my assistance?”
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What fanfic trope are you?
love confessions & light angst
you’re either a hopeless romantic or endlessly confused about romance in general. probably oikawa, killua, or bakugou kin
tagged by: @silvcrreaper tagging: @motylheir @acollapsar @chainedfate @falseearl @hancfubuki
#;musings#;dash games#(( hmmm yeah except it more like heavy angst lmfao ))#(( def confused about romance this one ))#(( also tick i hate u for making me read kin stuff with my own two eyes ))
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❝ ‘Ey, it’s Smile, right? Ye’re the one who’s always hangin’ around with the other new fella Black? ❞
Wendy was not the most sociable of people when it came to the lower ranking members, but she remembered seeing Smile and his friend the night she’d injured her foot. She understood how difficult it could be to have to perform an act you'd had no time to prepare for, and so she wanted to give the former butler (that was what he’d told Joker he was, if she remembered correctly) her thanks.
❝ Well, could ye pass on a message fer me? Peter ‘n I really appreciate him steppin’ in to take over our act the other night. We don’ know what we’d have done wiv’out his help. ❞
❝ An’ I’ve been meanin’ ta ask, how are ye settlin’ in? Any issues or concerns ye’d like me ta deal with? ❞
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"They mean nothing! We make our own laws and nothing can stand in our way. We'll make them kneel and show them we are a force not to be reckoned with."
Bright enthousiasm embraced his entire features. After all, concerning the sentence he had been exposing earlier --- it had been an confession. Laws of the universe mean nothing to him --- even how thight could be Fate’s threads. With all his rudeness, he was the one who control it, not the other way around, and would influencing them for get all he wanted, whatever about terrible consequences it would bring. It was quite an pleasant landscape to admire kings crowns for better smartly stole them on their head, and left them with an inevitable hell ! Considering his selfish perspective towards Phantomhive, far away of honest affections of his twin, he was quite pleased with his reaction. No, he hadn't that wonderful idea, as everyone else who knew him enough, for try to stop him … and was an wonderful indication about what his twin could do all the same, which was an interesting open door. At least, Phantomhive showing himself to be interesting for once, it changed about how boresome he usually was. ❝ Oooooooh~ You are interested too for what I can see~ ❞ Playfulness rythmed every word. Silent grin was welcomed with an powerful happy smile, as he had to hold back an giggle. Tourment people was his main hobby as daily sweetness and he was rather good at it --- find sensitive point was just long watching spot who had to be used carefully until the bone marrow, as it would be too kind to left someone he tortured with an fragment of hope … Ah, he really had been well-educated ! ❝ We can being an wonderful team : world’s destroyers, London’s terrors. ❞ Though, for that, he wanted to see how far Phantomhive could go. Wasn’t like he was worried. Amount of dangerous people exposing immediate red flag was usual compagny for him. ❝ Ah, I’m pretty good to make people kneel at me … I’m interested to see how you’re doing the same~ With me around, nothing will be left for people standing in our ways ☆ ❞ He grinned slowly.
#falseearl#ic :: alois ii trancy#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#an gremlin will awake all worst inside him :'D
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"I'm fi-" His words were cut off as another fit of coughs came over him. Astre had not been feeling well and and had been outside in the cold air for too long. His body felt like it was going to give way any moment and well if he was burning up it meant he had a fever. "I just need a good rest and i'll be fine."
An short panic instant betrayed his features. Possibly, he wouldn’t never be able again to picturing someone coughting without recollecting what happened to him … Still, as much his gaze showed serious anxiety for something so small, he anchored himself into recent physical touch he did in his forehand. With some rest, eventually, it will pass … and he can use him as teddy bear … if he didn’t invinting himself for bring affectionnate reassurances towards him. It came naturally to him to simply enjoying every occassion to be close to Phantomhive ! There was still that fear about be rejected, that permanent terror he might doing something wrong … but well … with the time, he must have been accoustumed to what to expect from him, right ? It wasn’t like he was famous for behaving normally … or even having some common sense ! Or consideration about social norms, all associated bullshit associated with his status, all associated boredom linked towards ‘normality’. For a couple of seconds, there was an emotion of responsability, who was still oppressing inside his being. ❝ Why not laying down for some moments ? You will have some nurse with you. ❞ He would apology in advance for what he will do … for been totally powerless to take care of someone. Managing to take care of himself, not to rest some days into comforting ambiance of his sheets, sometimes remained a feat. He was able to stay enthused longer, to pretend he hadn’t been emotionally shaken by what had happened, yet his despair only grew deeper. Recollections of his curse into details like those were fragmented remembrance of an sadness he did his best not to show … He invited gently Astre to lay down over one of luxurious couchs.
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"Hmm, well you do well enough pulling off wearing dresses. And especially wigs. So why not dress up as a princess it would be very amusing at least for me." Just as long as he wasn't dragged into being dolled up. Astre did NOT want to wear a corset again.
An wave of enthousiasm wrapped his features, flattered towards sudden compliments … over that long time ago memory. He expressed his first sentence playfully, considering how much he touched for other reasons the experience of ‘boy in distress’ — though yet unable to offering complete derision over the topic without be triggered back and breaking down … for still yet … digest … circumstances about how his life will be until his last breath, how he was supposed to bring justice over a legacy without be allowed to confess full details. He didn’t really get an occassion to ask Phantomhive about his 'opinion’ back over that particular reference : their relationship was different, he was walking into a path of illusions … His late approbation was gratefully welcomed. Though, he would remaining true to himself. Sadly, there was no occassion to testing that point over his metaphoric twin, treating that topic as a domain of complete freedom about expected behavior … if he even wanted to playing such role. He appreciated, with Astre, to not focusing solely over the boy he was supposed to be — to tasting one more that sensation to act as much he desired, without consideration for feedback. ❝ Oooooh, I’ll be your beautiful princess waiting full of affection from her prince~ ❞ He charmed back, when joyfully, he crossed once more personal space by moving along his face. ❝ A magnificent prince ready to help his princess in distress ! ❞ He playfully dramatized. ❝ I appreciate that you loved the maid ~ You will surely enjoy rest of my lonely hobbies~ ❞
#falseearl#ic :: alois trancy#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot#alois muse sometimes doesn't know patience i'm not surprised
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Oh? So you're saying you can predict the future? Funny thing is just when you think everything is going fine it finds a wall to all come crashing down. And nothing ever goes fine for me."
Excitement filling his previous reassuring sentence fated out dramatically. Into others circumstances, he would have found disappointment how Astre ruined everything — however, there was a sympathy gaze offered instead. Once upon a time, he had been silently holding towards this mentality. Once upon a time, he would have loved heard that sentence multiple time. Even today, there was an indirect need to believing it still remained true. Paradox of personality, despite be emotionally aloud, most of time uncontrollably for didn’t have decency to holding his feelings, there was density of emotions he wasn’t speaking. For once, role and reality interconnected together : if he hadn’t passed from similar step a layer of understanding would have been missed out. ❝ I can’t predict the future. ❞ Something he dreadfully dreamed to anticipating as beautifully as the original. So far, he was an intimidating spider able barely to paying attention to his prey. Not as the point to forcing concerned fall into his web and didn’t understanding what happened to them. ❝ Staying defeated won’t get you any good. Except if you want to spend your time brooding in your corner. ❞ There was an accidental confession into his words choice, when regardless of shrugging with disinterest, a passing sadness appeared. Internally cursing himself for have stayed observer. A vivid effort was generated for not obsessing over the recollection. ❝ You aren’t interested to fight that wall ? ❞ He asked, when surprisingly, he appreciated those moments when he became completely the illusion. ❝ Not eager to give a different turn ? ❞
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"I guess we both had to learn how to live independently. Having everything done for you and not having to lift a finger was a luxury. But when the rug gets pulled from underneath you and the cold harsh water of reality hits you it stings." Learning to get dressed yourself, defend yourself without the help of your butler. Attempt to do things for oneself, it was a struggle. Something Astre was still adapting to.
He no longer held the title of lord anymore and what happened that night at the manor when he returned home still dug into him deeply like a wound which would never close. "I suppose it's nice to see you as well Alois."
There was one subject he didn’t wanted speak directly — complete absence of Claude. It was an matter of time until his beloved friend with no title, who was previously his enemy, and accidently who try to kill him afterwards avoided be killed with his adorable hands … wondering where the hell was his demon butler always at his side … or even what happened since the last time they cross each other a long time ago … what kind of adventures he had experienced. It was on that cimented topic he had to learning ‘independance’. Eventually becoming competent enough for holding an entire somber business into darkness, to becoming that beacon of darkness inside the underground … to get everything he wanted from them by himself … Currently, by moments, when he disliked his own incompetence, when his own reflection on the mirror turning too much heavier … he was screaming at the God of the Underground help. Annoying the God of the Underground beyond anything else. Did he projected anger ? Did he exposed his complete despair and sadness over past circumstances ? Did he confessed how much he regretted to had survived for be unable to fit the legacy of that stolen name ? Himself … didn’t knew anymore. It was simply out of question Hades forget about him. It was some endless recollections about these circumstances remaining sealed. He was an complete disaster who wished to be a king, he was an complete incompetent wishing to rule as a king … forced to found his supports by himself. He needed to gain approval of Hades in one way or another. He needed that bastard of Lelouch for be acknowledged also into a terror tourment him — probably not at the point to fight intellectually into same playground, but still, receiving couple of lessons about how be a piece of shit as he was so inclining to show it himself. He needed found the key of witch realm, and for that, he needed acknoweldgement of the underground … His existence was focused solely over that single purpose. He needed to became Alois Trancy in one way or another, and not simply remembering to himself he was a merely impostor who was too fragile and too useless for mattered into whatever court …
There was an compassionate smile towards Astre comment. Compared to him, even though he get welcomed with harsh reality with cold water … he never experienced to living in the streets, been all day and night unsafe without a comfortable place to rest, agony of hunger … He never experienced what true misery looked like. How it was fully pushed behind by everyone, to have no one, to trust no one … to living into total loneliness and always perceived as weak … Something even that old bastard never stopped to recalled him about. He was worthless. He was a pawn people could use — which had been what really happened, physically and emotionally, to him. Past confessions he had offered him to his greatest surprise hadn’t been forgotten … however his perspective of 'luxury’ was still limited … well … somewhere. His metaphoric twin and him, if circumstances would have been different, wouldn’t have such problem — they would share luxuries of each other, playing along their alike resemblance, team up into ambitions … when they had to do it otherwise. Hide complete existence of a mastermind shadow for better reflecting truth … Nevertheless, as far he knew, Astre still had his demon butler, though he wasn’t always at his side. Partially, he had Hannah helped him. It was Phantomhive and his morosity again ! Still a funny thing, when he could hit record about emotional distress ! Some days, he pretended an inexistent happiness for accepting past enthousiasm had to keep going no matter what — that it will cement of that new existence as Alois Trancy, without yet experiencing a fragment about what his metaphoric twin had been going though … Other times, he enjoyed his good mood without pondering. At his last sentence, an sound of joy exposed naturally, as he naturally embraced him affectionnatly. ❝ I’m happy to see you too, Astre~ I’ll always happy when I see you~ My day become already better! ❞ He caressed a little his hair before pull away, knowing himself another sudden hugs might happens again. ❝ You have always known luxury however you may feel it, you were lucky not to know pure poverty … to have to find your food on your own or to figure out how to survive day by day … that’s cold water that cools you for life ! I try to fulfill some of my desires … ❞ He didn’t finished his sentence, sensing another wave of sadness. ❝ Hell’s antechamber is not a nice place… ❞
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"Clearly you are! You're clining to me very very tightly Alois." Astre was slightly annoyed by the blonde but he would be lying to himself if he were to say he wasn't scared either. "Besides it was you who wante to come here. I was completely against the idea."
Gratefully, he only wanted to try visit his domain at night … not in middle of nowhere inside London or inside the suburbs … or even search to do his ‘job’ as Queen’s Spider to expressing his favors in front of the underground … An shadowing influence of the underground, famous for such reputation, who could supposebly moving out pawns of darkness inside his comfortable seat still horrified by darkness themselves … Regardless about how much they had a light, his level of discomfort never stopped to inscreased. He would have loved bring some kind of strange party in middle of a forest — for touching that secretive witch aspect he could exploring into such domain — but realizing sadly his emotional mind couldn’t take it … Not solely darkness was his problem. There was also the forest itself. The place he could have died … if he didn’t managed to been welcomed with a miracle… to escape his demon butler for not be found and murdered on the spot … Remembrance generated an digust sound inside his throat, clinging further over Astre. Whatever his complains. He trembled instead of be able to say something. ❝ At least, we are still inside my domain. ❞ He noticed. ❝ I thought that could be fun to visit it the night — ❞ Maybe if you had stopped me before getting along that bad idea, we wouldn’t be into such terrible conditions, complained his thoughts, when anyways, there was consciousness the fault was his. ❝ But apparently … it … beyond my abilities … ❞ How he was supposed to talk with the underground ? Inviting them in daylight for tea ? That weight created another sensation of stress, inscreasing his tremblings, feeling tears coming out of his eyes without warning … ❝ Ah, my life is a big joke … say that I am able to touch this level of irony … ❞
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A chuckle rose in the blonde's chest along with a smirk that, perhaps to the untrained eye was just a playful tease to rouse the boy. Though to one who knew him much more such as the younger Earl, he could no doubt see the twinge of malice behind those glacial blue eyes. "Oh do forgive me-" the blonde started off in a grosely sarcastic tone. "I just like know that when I am taking the time to give someone my attention, it is not falling on deaf ears. A man of your status must understand hmm?" And with a little pat on the cheek, Alois releases him from his brief clutch. "So-" He starts, reclining back in his seat, tossing one leg over the other. "Do I have your attention now?"
🤞 (however you prefer~ a wonderful way to start a back and forth I think)
"You will unhand my chin at once!" If there was one thing he would not tolerate it was for another to touch him. He had been perfectly fine averting his gaze elsewhere, only to find his chin being grasped and his head raised to come eye to eye with the blonde.
#(𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖑)#(𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕳𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘)#//this came out a lot more aggressive than I started it out as lol#falseearl
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