late night date

[psychopath]

Who: judge (iudex), jury (littlest_lord) and executioner (psychopath)
When: oct 15th, wee hours of morning
Where: all over the port right up into Phantomhive manor
Summary: A romantic walk in the Port! Featuring gross flesh wounds and broken curfews. (Oswald goes to pick Jack up for being truant, horrible things ensue.)
Warnings: said gross flesh wounds. Cursing. Gratuitous angst. Possibility of pie gallows.


[jack, all in all, was having a fairly good day. Enjolras was in AGI's hands, he still had til sunrise to sneak back into Phantomhive manor, and hey, no amount of Chain-induced weakness would bring his mood down.

Instead it does, and he's lying on his back on some sidewalk in the middle of Sector 4. His motorcycle's parked across the street, and so is his helmet; Jack's just preoccupied with catching his breath because holy shit, using B. Rabbit was an endeavor in endurance. He couldn't remember it being this hard to use him.

Belatedly, he thinks, he should check up on Oz later. But for now, he'll just lie down on cobblestone at one in the morning and watch the stars. Hopefully he has at least five minutes before any sort of monster approaches (again).]

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[psychopath]

I need to punch you in the face!

[shrieking again, but jack acquiesces, what's done is done and he's just going to have to yell at oswald even more. He'll heal, jack knows, but pain is something that haunts a baskerville's bones every time.

He follows oswald, falling into step beside him, and when he removes his own jacket oh, right, wow, thank you motorcycle jacket and shirt for soaking up the blood from that gash in his arm!! Jack quietly just... slips the jacket back on and hopes he doesn't drip all over the floor. That would be nice. Ciel would yell at him less. ]

Ciel didn't need to know I was out.

[iudex]

[indulging:] Later.

[as if he can't handle the pain. it's his right side, but he - (oz's dream revealed a larger cut on that same side) yes, he'll be fine. perfectly fine.

it doesn't hurt as much as jack's betrayal did and still does.]

I needed to know if he knew where you had gone. [and if it was normal, and a sharp look here:] He told me enough.

[god just remembering it makes him quake - that tremble might just be the fatigue. who can really tell? (oswald can't anymore.)]

STABS FACE WOW TY

[psychopath]

Where on earth did I write 'please follow me'? Oswald.

[but he's cooperative, this time, probably herding oswald to Ciel's rooms, because well he had better get this over with so he can dress oswald's wounds and weep into his back. Stupid irritating loved man, why risk pain for someone who did nothing but cause it...?]

Fine, just let Ciel know so I can make sure you're fine later.

HEHEHEHE totally should've left it in there right (troll)

[iudex]

You didn't need to - I wanted to follow you.

[how do you like them apples, mister!! they won't find him in his rooms because ciel's in the kitchen with pies as any child should be at this time of the night, but that's fine! oswald likes being herded when he can't think in a straight line that doesn't end in bed with jack (purely sleeping, tyvm!!!) and that might be his sight going hazy.

oh well.

he pretty much (silently!!) BUSTS INTO CIEL'S ROOM LIKE THE POPO AND- and no ciel in sight. okay. jack your kid is missing... but, hey wait-] I'll be fine. [and then a side note:] Perhaps he's elsewhere.

[yup, sure is turning right back around and heading towards the kitchens. maybe he fell asleep, had another nightmare, and ran to the pantry... totes worth a look.]

you're an evil person :((((

[psychopath]

Oh, I know where he is.

[he murmurs under his breath, and he's faintly surprised that Oswald seems to know as well. Hmm. Are they conspiring--

Jack lifts a hand to comb down a lock of Oswald's hair without thinking, preoccupied with the thought of pacifying Ciel and avoiding the pie gallows. Seriously, that boy. And seriously, this man, why is his life so hard.]

Into the Darkness. You're still a prat. [and then he flushes red.] Prat.

i can get so much worse believe me :((((

[iudex]

[nnnodding, then. that makes sense - jack's known ciel longer, and he clings like a barnacle to a ship so it shouldn't stay on his mind long. ciel seemed restless that night and if he's not in his room, then the kitchen is the way to go. it's a trip downstairs that oswald doesn't mind - he's not clumsy, he won't fall in this state - but his mind is... absent, a bit.

until his hair is being touched and he finds that he doesn't really mind that. into the darkness--] Anywhere. [reaaaching up to catch jack's hand and hold it in his own. yup.] If that makes me a prat, then so be it.

[mentally kanyeshruggin' his suave way into the kitchen with jack in tow anyhow!!

hi ciel we're back is it time for pie--]

I'm the worst of all

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[Ciel was, indeed, in the kitchen, and he'd been waiting for Oswald to return with Jack. In the meantime he'd helped himself to a slice of pie and had gotten out a few pies - three specifically - to set upon the table. A rope had been acquired and there was a chair pushed out, waiting to be sat in.

It was an ominous scene if there ever was one.

Finishing off the piece of pie in hand, Ciel looked up to greet the two who had stumbled into the kitchen.]</sub>

Oswald. Jack. _{[A nod for each.]} Hello.

_{[And then Ciel's attention was turned to Jack as he stood up, setting his plate aside to offer the empty chair to him, rope in hand. You know what's coming, Vessalius...]}

Take a seat, will you Jack?

1/2

[psychopath]

[oh-

jack stares at ciel ,then at oswald, then back at ciel, and he tugs experimentally at oswald's fingers; it doesn't seem like oswald would let him bolt...

oh nooo. He takes a step back.]

NOPING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

[psychopath]

[he'll have to be forced and tied to the chair like any man afraid for the state of his hair!!! He lifts his free hand to tug at his plait. Oswald you traitor :(]

Can't we talk about this, love?

[he pleads with ciel, and oswald might be amused to see that jack is willing, albeit reluctant, to accept punishment, from the boy.]

NOPE DENIED

[iudex]

[yeahhhhh smells like vengeful pie gallows in here tonight, even if oswald has absolutely no idea what's going on. if jack tries to bolt, it's not like oswald can stop him short of keeping him confined in the manor b u t oswald might.. pass out from exhaustion if he does that, yes.

good thing he has jack by the hand like a five-year-old!

either way when jack takes a step back oswald is tugging him back and wondering what the big deal is. he'll just- equate this close to lacie in his head and be done with it.]

Go and sit down, Jack. [on with it :(]

[littlest_lord]

Both Alois and I have warned you plenty about the pie gallows, Jack. You've been foolish and the punishment fits the crime. So please, sit down.

_{[Ciel is all smiles as he says this, although he's clearly tired as he stands barefoot in his nightgown. He'd wanted to sleep, after all. But no.]}

You can try to talk your way out of it, and I will listen, but I doubt you can convince me to not pie you in the face.

[psychopath]

I'll take it, all right- I can explain in the morning.

[resignedly, he takes a seat, giving Oswald a reproachful look. This is your fault why :( ciel is up far too late to listen to jack try and dig himself out of this one, and he feels slightly guilty about keeping the teen awake.]

I'm not going anywhere so the rope-- [not gonna need it!]

[iudex]

[good luck explaining, jack!! oswald is unrepentant as he just- toddles to a wall, ignores the shit out of that look, and leans against it, subtly using it for support.

there are three pies tho does he get one too-- what sort of cruel and unorthodox punishment is this??]

[littlest_lord]

I expect an explanation in the morning over breakfast. I want scrambled eggs and toast and bacon. You can manage that, yes?

<sub>[ENTITLED MUCH? Of course he is. He'll demand what he wants from Jack without repose - you still belong to him, after all. It doesn't help that you sound like Sebastian when you speak like that, and in Ciel's own sick, sadistic way, this is a means of self fulfillment. If he closes his eyes he can pretend he's throwing pies in Sebastian's face again and nothing can really ever come close to the satisfaction he felt that day.

When Jack sits Ciel takes a pie, smiling ever so sweetly at him as he walked forward.]</sub>

Oswald, you can take a pie as well, if you'd like. Any last words, Jack?

[psychopath]

Ah- [wow ty for ordering him around?? Jack knows he deserves it, though, so,] yes, Ciel. [and probably something sweet too. Just not pie.

Jack throws Oswald a Look of oh no don't you dare! But he supposes he deserves that, too.]

That had better not be all cream. [he says, with the air of a man five seconds away from execution.]

[1/2]

[iudex]

[looks at ciel.

looks at jack.

looks at the pie.

looks back at jack.

then back at ciel.

aaaand back at the pie.]

[2/3 i lied]

[iudex]

[fuck yes he wants to take a pie and push it in jack's face!!]

[3/3]

[iudex]

[...but can he push away from the wall? can he? he can, his life nothing but pain right now. he can make room for some pie to (jack's) face and immediately pushes away to snatch one up.]

I'll take the back. [yeah jack he's

he's coming for your hair and sliding over with pie in hand.]

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[Brilliant. Double teaming always works better than a one angled approach.

Thus Ciel reaches out his tiny hand, gently brushing a few strands of gold out of Jack's face before, with a smile, PRESSING THE PIE right into the man's face.

He twists the pie just for good measure, before pulling it back, watching as lumps of pie fall from the man's face onto his lap and the floor, the remaining disaster having smeared brilliantly over his skin.

He loves you Jack, honest.]</sub>

[psychopath]

[Jack will just splutter here and die quietly from the gallows thank you.

Oswald, revenge will be sweet and bloody tasty, just you wait...! There's pie in his face and pie in his hair and oh god he'll just ineffectually try to wipe it off.]

[iudex]

[not even a problem. the gallows were effective, oswald sees. splendid, right jack?? he happily smeared it down your plait too and just kind of leans back and...

and leaves what the pie was in on jack's head and returns to the wall. can't even enjoy himself like this, gosh!!] Have you done what you needed to, Ciel?

[nnnot to ruin ciel's sadistic buzz, but he'd like to be excused. bring your revenge on, jack!! oswald can take it.]

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[Ciel doesn't answer immediately. He's too busy stuffing his little hands into the last pie, grabbing fistfuls of it to put down the front and back of Jack's jacket and shirt. It's clearly obvious Ciel's enjoying himself maybe a little too much. The Earl does have a sadistic streak to him, after all.

When he's finished he cups Jack's cheeks in his palms, smearing thumbs against skin, as if he's wiping away invisible pie tears. Yes, leave him alone.]</sub>

Yes, I'm done. _{[He addresses Oswald first, even though he's staring at Jack.]} Be good now, and go to bed after a bath. Don't you dare sneak out again or you'll be choking on pie next time.

_{[With that he pulls away, but not before swiping a finger down the bridge of Jack's nose. There's some cream there and yup, the finger's stuck right past his lips.]}

Oh, and be sure to clean up the mess Jack. It isn't fair to leave it for Gilbert now, is it?

_{[And with that Ciel's pitter pattering toward the doorway, a sweet smile on his lips.]}

Goodnight, to both of you. Jack, I'll see you for breakfast.

_{[Time to go, which is exactly what Ciel's decided, leaving then to wash his hands off and climb back into bed with Alois, thoroughly satisfied.]}

UMM HOLY SHIT CIEL (unsure)

[psychopath]

[Jack stares at where Ciel's been for a good minute, wondering where the hell did Ciel pull that out from? And then he remembers what sort of broken child Ciel is and he just- sighs out cream and trots to the sink.

Most of it can be washed from his face and hands but his hair and jacket are lost causes. He stalks past Oswald and sniffs haughtily at him, almost offended.]

Pie gallows. [he makes a face. an 'I feel gross right now' face.] Come on then, you can wash my hair because this is your fault.

[He's-- only half-joking, maybe they could conserve water and time and just crowd the bath.]

thank god for being a duke and cielproof (unsure)

[iudex]

[again this is an instance where oswald would roll his eyes if he were a sassy person, but he is not so the most that he does he watch jack. as usual. pie gallows, huh? well, whatever that... was, jack deserved it for going out, and it assuages oswald's own worn out anger for the moment.

- wow so readily blaming it on him. oswald wonders how much else jack blames on him, but. no. banishing that thought. not tonight.]

I don't mind washing your hair. [even without the blame put on him, ty. eyeballing the mess. right.]

You're not going to clean it up?

so as long as you're not jackproof we're good

[psychopath]

I'll clean it in the morning.

[i.e., when you're asleep. Jack makes his way to Oswald's rooms (yes he's decided, the bathtub might be big enough; if it isn't well, tight fit then!) and yes, that is a pout he's throwing over his shoulder.]

You don't even know how long it is! [he mutters, annoyed at Life; as much as he wants to strip oswald of his clothing, he's not entirely too sure pie and open wounds should mix.

He looks belatedly at a hand; there's already blood smeared over his wrist and he absently rubs it on his pie'd jacket.]