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[ he'd hit hannah. God, would he have hit hannah had she been al in this very moment. his hands ache and he wants to, that's definite, but he's so very, very worn out and all he can manage is another quiet spilling of tears. ]

I don't understand.

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al_truism

... I don't think anyone does.

[It hurts to admit.]

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ex_apricots766

[ he's not sure what al's saying at all. after a half-minute of resting his cheek against him, he slips away to sit up, pressing the heel of a palm against one eye. ]

What do you mean?

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al_truism

I mean that only you understand what's going on in your mind right now... but that can be changed, depending on how much you want to let us in.

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ex_apricots766

Nothing is, [ and, if he were in a better state of it, he would have managed this convincingly and not so quick that it's defensive. ]

I meant, I don't understand how you can sit here like you are and talk like you fucking do with your fucking voice and make it so difficult to figure out what you must be thinking, and not hit me because I'm bad at chores or I won't do them, I killed your chicken, and I'm really gross and you're just sitting here holding me like nothing's even happened!

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al_truism

[Al stares at him, then sighs softly, deeply.]

... then I'll answer whatever questions you have. I'm not going to hit you because it's wrong to hit someone unless it's in self-defense, and you can't hurt me.

[There was something so simple about it. 'You can't hurt me.' But so... assured, of him.]

I'm holding you because you were crying -- when someone's upset I want to make them feel better.

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ex_apricots766

People aren't like that, [ he says to the floor. ]

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al_truism

I'm like that.

[Firmly, but still in that soft voice.]

Luca is like that.

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ex_apricots766

Luca is different, he's special, there isn't anyone like him.

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al_truism

That's the truth.

[He says it without bothering to conceal the love in his voice. Luca is obviously important to him.]

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ex_apricots766

[ that's. well, it's good, but the conflicting sort! how is he to share his brother after he's 'come back to life' after so long?

he only puckers his lips moodily, though, and sinks slightly in toward himself. ]

You're better for him. I've come and I'm going to mess it all up.

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al_truism

No.

[Al frowns, and it doesn't work on his face. It looks more like a pout. He very lightly pokes Alois' cheek.]

You're not going to mess anything up.

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ex_apricots766

[ both cheeks grow pink, and it might suit him—blushing, but it's such a rare, almost non-existent occurrence. he blinks widely, unsure of himself, at the ground, their legs, and his shoulders have absently hitched themselves and made him look his age, or even younger maybe.

finally, still small: ] ... maybe I can ... stitch the head back. I don't know how to stitch, but maybe ... I mean, things can be ressurected, can't they?

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al_truism

... no, dear one. No. They can't.

[He sets a hand on his hair, tries to swallow back the feeling of sickness, of hurt.]

It's not going to come back.

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ex_apricots766

[ alois only stares at his hands a little blankly. ]

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al_truism

You won't do it again.

[He tells him, quietly.]

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ex_apricots766

[ that can't be certain, and he's averting his gaze doubtfully, guiltily, a touch testily. he deflates, then, and opens his mouth as if he's about to say something, but instead his eyes clench and he drops his face against al's stomach. this time, he clings. ]

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al_truism

[Al pets his hair slowly, desperately hoping nobody comes into the kitchen.]

From:

ex_apricots766

[ it's okay, they can just tell them the chicken had a wild night of intense partying.

with alois, there is an massive chance his constant pressing fear won't ever leave, but there are certain things than can make cracks in his walls. he's been, more or less, imprisoned for close to four years with no human contact at all other than the most godforsaken and terrible kind for one of it. al still makes him tense, but alois has exhausted himself since learning what he had and resting there against him, doing his best to make-believe al's hands are claude's, he finds his voice again. ]

Claude is really good with birds, I think he loves them. [ demons can't love, but it's an evident fondness. ] He takes such great care of the aviary, and I'd find him in there a lot, and the birds think so much of him. They comb his hair. [ 'I want to comb his hair.' ]

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al_truism

So you're jealous of them?

[It's not so much accusatory as trying to understand.]

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ex_apricots766

[ he's wonderingly and affectionately jealous of birds, to be sure. they get to sit on claude's shoulders and they get to go up in the sky, so how can he not be?

alois' heart strains. when he first makes to speak, it's too airy, but the second: ] Claude lied to me.

[ it's slow and quiet, as if he's still trying to untangle any sense in that statement. ]

Edited Date: 2012-10-19 05:30 pm (UTC)

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al_truism

... what did he lie about?

[He tucks Alois' hair back from his face. It makes him look more like the little boy he knew.]

From:

ex_apricots766

He told me. [ his teeth set. a beat, then he's attempting again. ] He said that—

[ too much air goes in, his eyes are wider, and somehow he still has enough in him that he's looking through puddles again. ] He said that it was Sebastian Michaelis, that Sebastian ate Luca.