alois trancy. (fairykind) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2012-03-18 03:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | alois trancy, ciel phantomhive, dietrich von lohengrin, flynn rider, gilbert nightray, luca macken, soubi agatsuma |
video/action.
video. (backdated to mid-afternoon)
Everything has turned out kind of funny, strange— well, in a really good way, I mean.
[ alois trancy, too feminine, baby-face with springtime sky giant daydream crumb eyes, is resting his chin against the edge of a desk. familiar to some, and not to others, pretty and light voiced. he isn't looking directly at the camera, he seems half preoccupied with watching something else not far off screen.
there are crayons, watercolors, paintbrushes, and pastel covered pieces of paper close by, even under chin. ]
I think I might be a little scared, [ understatement, ] by how wonderful things have gotten so quickly. What if I waste too much time blinking and everything good flies away? Only the best of the best, the things really worth having, like to fly off or drop dead. It always happens, and I keep expecting it not to happen at all, even though I know it will. I'm not so sure I'm not only just sleeping right now. It's so strange, things are so strange. [ there's a pitch in his voice here; his own reality is shaking him. when you go from being locked up without anything for four years, expect being beaten, and a quiet house, to have the things you desire most drop into your lap in rapid succession—isn't that cause for constant panic?
don't you want to cling tighter?
this is alois, now.
too long lashes lower half-way (they can't see it, but he's gazing at unprofessionally painted swans and adonis blues), ] I might be falling in love with Marina. Sometimes I have to close my eyes and make sure my heart hasn't stopped beating, run out of steam, from all the things pouring into it. I'm really—
Ah! [ suddenly, he's sitting up very straight, looking much more attentive than he had. ] That's right. An order of business: Ciel Phantomhive, just how long do you intend to avoid me?
(ooc note: please, be aware of somewhat potential NSFW things while threading 'action' with him today, as his wish for Puck's Plot will be somewhat graphic and violent. a- also, if you still want to encounter him, he'll be about the dome pretty much anywhere and at anytime of day, besides too late. library, pet cafe, all over sector four and sector five, are some of the best bets!
pick anywhere, and just mention it. if you want to thread one-on-one with alois, let me know somewhere in the comment. luca can be nearby, just not directly with alois and whoever.
also!!! you can still action it up with him/them if you like, and not have to have your character see anything gross. it's all fine by me.)
[ the only times not spent showing luca around were during breakfast and during the afternoon, when they had returned to their cramped living space, to have a small lunch and color a little bit.
though, throughout the day, something peculiar and alarming has happened. alois can see claude, tall, strikingly handsome, magnificent claude, more vividly than he's used to in waking dreams, bowing close to him. it happens differently each time, but claude is always romantic. in the intense, inhuman look his eyes give alois every time, there's something unquestionably passionate: as though claude cannot be bothered to look at anyone else the way he does alois trancy in these images. he murmurs brief words: 'until the last drop,' or, 'no one else can satisfy me.' and, then, he's pulling the skin of alois trancy's neck back with his teeth, looking utterly captivated as blood goes pouring messily into his mouth, down his chin, staining the ruffles of alois' blouse. or, he's pinching the gossamer wings of a fairy-sized alois, before unhinging his jaw, and dropping him into his mouth whole, licking his lips. sometimes, he restrains him with the spider's silk.
always he comes at him like a violent (and cannibalistic) lover, looking pleased, hungry, greedy. then, the imagery dissipates. mirror, windowpane, or anything else capable of catching them, these grotesque pictures of boy looking at golden-eyed demon as if its a God, laying willing and accepting, of demon looking at boy like a lifelong lover, before destroying his life with his own black nails and white, white sharp teeth, leave alois trancy looking stunned back at himself. it's how sharp, how detailed they are, that frighten him.
he's longed so deeply for this for such a long time, now. awarding claude the utmost, and only, kind of happiness. he spends his time with luca, trying to avoid his reflection entirely, or convince himself that he's just being much more imaginative than usual. ]