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sirenspull_logs2012-10-16 08:23 pm
faking) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-16 08:23 pm
Entry tags:
you say you want your love to work out right
Who: alois (too hot) trancy; ciel (too cold) phantomhive
When: tues., oct 16, afternoon.
Where: ciel's office, and then some.
Summary: They probably each suspected it was too good to last.
Warnings: Language? Probably yandere themes? They don't have the greatest hearts. Also slow tags, I'll bet. hurr
It might be cliché, but he lives for that: Alois wakes with a start.
The plush chair yards away from Ciel's desk is a good napping place, and Alois finds himself there sometimes when he's too tired to keep his eyes open during the day. It's nice, because Ciel's presence isn't too far away, and it's probably nice for Ciel too because Alois isn't antagonizing him. Compromise. Usually, then, Alois sleeps easy.
Dreams don't generally color his naps or nights, and he certainly isn't one to be plagued by nightmares all the time. Claude Faustus was the one to dictate the play of Alois' consciousness, more often than not, and while nightmares were sometimes a useful tool to develop Alois' dependency, they don't and almost never have come as frequently, as, say - Ciel Phantomhive's. So, when it comes down to it, Alois simply hasn't built up much of an immunity to dreamy spooks...
His head jerks up from its resting place on back of the chair; his eyes come open quickly. His brows are furrowed, and his skin is chalky and cool, and his lips are parted to accommodate the suddenly labored breaths he must take. Bats and centipedes and stinging beetles, and no spiders to eat them. Was it his skin crawling, or were they underneath...?
He puts his hand to his forehead, mussing his fringe, astounded at his own mind. This isn't normal for him, and it leaves him shaken. He wants his face held right now.
When: tues., oct 16, afternoon.
Where: ciel's office, and then some.
Summary: They probably each suspected it was too good to last.
Warnings: Language? Probably yandere themes? They don't have the greatest hearts. Also slow tags, I'll bet. hurr
It might be cliché, but he lives for that: Alois wakes with a start.
The plush chair yards away from Ciel's desk is a good napping place, and Alois finds himself there sometimes when he's too tired to keep his eyes open during the day. It's nice, because Ciel's presence isn't too far away, and it's probably nice for Ciel too because Alois isn't antagonizing him. Compromise. Usually, then, Alois sleeps easy.
Dreams don't generally color his naps or nights, and he certainly isn't one to be plagued by nightmares all the time. Claude Faustus was the one to dictate the play of Alois' consciousness, more often than not, and while nightmares were sometimes a useful tool to develop Alois' dependency, they don't and almost never have come as frequently, as, say - Ciel Phantomhive's. So, when it comes down to it, Alois simply hasn't built up much of an immunity to dreamy spooks...
His head jerks up from its resting place on back of the chair; his eyes come open quickly. His brows are furrowed, and his skin is chalky and cool, and his lips are parted to accommodate the suddenly labored breaths he must take. Bats and centipedes and stinging beetles, and no spiders to eat them. Was it his skin crawling, or were they underneath...?
He puts his hand to his forehead, mussing his fringe, astounded at his own mind. This isn't normal for him, and it leaves him shaken. He wants his face held right now.