[ al is only saying this because he doesn't know the things alois has done. allowed to be done to him. that he's unclean, profoundly filthy, rotten cored.
he's a terrible child who's only capable of doing bad, tearing off wings, or breaking small bones, or moving them just right over a man. sinful hands. unworthy, bile-inducing hands.
the whole time, alois weeps and weeps, because for once he's at a loss for words, even fragments of sentences because he doesn't know how to say what he feels, or what he thinks, not when it's true or when he's hurting so much. there are tears stubbornly rolling down his cheeks, rebelling against the flighty, small pale hands that come up to wipe the backs of themselves, the knuckles, or wrists against his eyelashes.
a good few minutes of this, then gasping out. ] I didn't want to kill it, I didn't want to, I was so mad.
I'm tired.
I... [ he grows hush here, and the rest is muttered with airy, shock into his palms. ] I want Claude.
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Date: 2012-10-19 05:32 am (UTC)he's a terrible child who's only capable of doing bad, tearing off wings, or breaking small bones, or moving them just right over a man. sinful hands. unworthy, bile-inducing hands.
the whole time, alois weeps and weeps, because for once he's at a loss for words, even fragments of sentences because he doesn't know how to say what he feels, or what he thinks, not when it's true or when he's hurting so much. there are tears stubbornly rolling down his cheeks, rebelling against the flighty, small pale hands that come up to wipe the backs of themselves, the knuckles, or wrists against his eyelashes.
a good few minutes of this, then gasping out. ] I didn't want to kill it, I didn't want to, I was so mad.
I'm tired.
I... [ he grows hush here, and the rest is muttered with airy, shock into his palms. ] I want Claude.