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sirenspull_logs2012-09-28 05:00 pm
faking) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-09-28 05:00 pm
Entry tags:
love makes strange enemies.
Who: Hannah "Best Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself" Anafeloz (bosomist), Alois "I Didn't Choose The In Love With Demons Life, The In Love With Demons Life Chose Me" Trancy (faking), Ciel "Cake Is The Only Constant Thing In My Life" Phantomhive (littlest_lord)
When: 9/29, ~4am
Where: Phantomhive-Trancy manor
Summary: Alois wakes the instant Claude Faustus vanishes, and Hannah's the only demon he has left.
Warnings: LANGAUGE? SADS? MAYBE VAGUE MISOGYNISM?
4:06:37 AM. That's when Alois tastes wakefulness again, but it's 4:06:44 by the time his eyelashes flutter and he realizes why. He sits up, goosefleshed, and his throat mocks him with half a sound as he raises his fingers to his mouth. What is this? What is this? But he quits asking himself, because he doesn't want the answer.
It comes anyway. Or, it was already there, but it crashes into his consciousness, stealing any sense of taste he had left, making his whole mouth ache. Hell, he thinks. Shit.
He is crying before he's screaming. The scream is an angry one, maybe directed at himself, since he doesn't want to cry about the rotten shitty grubby maggot-swine shit-fucking piece of refuse that is Claude Faustus (though he wasn't any of those things five minutes ago). Now that he's gone, of course - because that is what has happened - Alois hates him, wishes him back so he could step on that stupid fucking Ice King face (or pull his hair and kiss his forehead)— Alois screams his rage, trying to bolt out of bed but tangling his legs in the sheets and tripping himself in the process. He falls, top half first, and lands hard with his chin on the ground. He's bit his tongue, but can't taste the blood. Ciel is probably scrambling after him, asking what the hell is the matter, but his existence doesn't currently register to Alois, who simply beats angrily at the floor with pale, shaky fists. He does manage to wriggle free of the bedsheets, at least, and then he stumbles back upright, standing awkwardly - cold sweat, quivering knees. He pats himself, running his hands up and down his torso, like he's trying to make sure of his own corporeality. Once that's been confirmed, he gasps back another shriek and digs the heels of his palms into his eyes. Posed like that, and trembling as he is, Alois looks very much like a six-year-old lost somewhere far too large.
"I c—"
It doesn't work; he can't say anything coherent. Instead he screeches through his clenched teeth. Ciel is there, yes, but only barely. Alois curses, peeks through his fingers, sees only through the watery lens of his crying.
So he leaves, abruptly. He brings his hands back down to his sides, fists clenched, and books it from the bedroom, too furious and flighty to even slam the door behind him. And he's quick, of course, especially since he knows exactly where he's going.
The spiders are chittering. He can hear them. Once Claude had arrived, they'd never gotten loud enough for it to be unbearable— but now that he's gone, they're in an uproar, too. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up," he's hissing at them, though it's getting louder and hoarser as he goes. They do not shut up, which makes it feel like they're gnawing at his brain.
Finally, blessedly, after what feels like half a year (or just a split-second rush of white and anger), he finds his destination.
"Open your fucking door!" he screeches, but slams it open himself. He's a hurricane at its most violent; bed-headed, white-knuckled, and smelling of saline, with red splotches near his eyes from the force of his crying. His heartbeat is a hummingbird's tantrum. Standing there, out of breath and wrecked, Alois is livid and wholly heartbroken.
"Hannah!"
(note to members of the household!! Claude is gone; do feel free, if you are so inclined, for your character to have heard, during the timeframe of this log, lots of, um, destruction (both emotional and material, haha). NO WORRIES GUYS IT'S JUST ROUTINE... ALOIS STUFF..............)
bosomist), Alois "I Didn't Choose The In Love With Demons Life, The In Love With Demons Life Chose Me" Trancy (faking), Ciel "Cake Is The Only Constant Thing In My Life" Phantomhive (littlest_lord)When: 9/29, ~4am
Where: Phantomhive-Trancy manor
Summary: Alois wakes the instant Claude Faustus vanishes, and Hannah's the only demon he has left.
Warnings: LANGAUGE? SADS? MAYBE VAGUE MISOGYNISM?
4:06:37 AM. That's when Alois tastes wakefulness again, but it's 4:06:44 by the time his eyelashes flutter and he realizes why. He sits up, goosefleshed, and his throat mocks him with half a sound as he raises his fingers to his mouth. What is this? What is this? But he quits asking himself, because he doesn't want the answer.
It comes anyway. Or, it was already there, but it crashes into his consciousness, stealing any sense of taste he had left, making his whole mouth ache. Hell, he thinks. Shit.
He is crying before he's screaming. The scream is an angry one, maybe directed at himself, since he doesn't want to cry about the rotten shitty grubby maggot-swine shit-fucking piece of refuse that is Claude Faustus (though he wasn't any of those things five minutes ago). Now that he's gone, of course - because that is what has happened - Alois hates him, wishes him back so he could step on that stupid fucking Ice King face (or pull his hair and kiss his forehead)— Alois screams his rage, trying to bolt out of bed but tangling his legs in the sheets and tripping himself in the process. He falls, top half first, and lands hard with his chin on the ground. He's bit his tongue, but can't taste the blood. Ciel is probably scrambling after him, asking what the hell is the matter, but his existence doesn't currently register to Alois, who simply beats angrily at the floor with pale, shaky fists. He does manage to wriggle free of the bedsheets, at least, and then he stumbles back upright, standing awkwardly - cold sweat, quivering knees. He pats himself, running his hands up and down his torso, like he's trying to make sure of his own corporeality. Once that's been confirmed, he gasps back another shriek and digs the heels of his palms into his eyes. Posed like that, and trembling as he is, Alois looks very much like a six-year-old lost somewhere far too large.
"I c—"
It doesn't work; he can't say anything coherent. Instead he screeches through his clenched teeth. Ciel is there, yes, but only barely. Alois curses, peeks through his fingers, sees only through the watery lens of his crying.
So he leaves, abruptly. He brings his hands back down to his sides, fists clenched, and books it from the bedroom, too furious and flighty to even slam the door behind him. And he's quick, of course, especially since he knows exactly where he's going.
The spiders are chittering. He can hear them. Once Claude had arrived, they'd never gotten loud enough for it to be unbearable— but now that he's gone, they're in an uproar, too. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up," he's hissing at them, though it's getting louder and hoarser as he goes. They do not shut up, which makes it feel like they're gnawing at his brain.
Finally, blessedly, after what feels like half a year (or just a split-second rush of white and anger), he finds his destination.
"Open your fucking door!" he screeches, but slams it open himself. He's a hurricane at its most violent; bed-headed, white-knuckled, and smelling of saline, with red splotches near his eyes from the force of his crying. His heartbeat is a hummingbird's tantrum. Standing there, out of breath and wrecked, Alois is livid and wholly heartbroken.
"Hannah!"
(note to members of the household!! Claude is gone; do feel free, if you are so inclined, for your character to have heard, during the timeframe of this log, lots of, um, destruction (both emotional and material, haha). NO WORRIES GUYS IT'S JUST ROUTINE... ALOIS STUFF..............)