[ as if al's peered right in through his rib cage. his guts twist. he becomes too aware of the stinging of his tongue, the icy air on his hands, the dirt.
what, exactly, is he to do? how is it so many people catch onto him so quickly? his heart is thrumming against his eardrums. ]
[He doesn't hug him close again. Instead he looks at his eyes, his face, watching him and not the surface. Al's eyes aren't flat or distant. There are lines on his face, worry and caring, a note to his voice that begs Alois to listen.]
[ it has a way of making him feel more vulnerable, more revealing. in the span of a couple moments, he peers back with eyes that are too wide, anxious and uncertain, and then they fall away in irritated shame. he swallows, as he has been since cutting his tongue a little, and digs his fingers into the grass to stave himself from another flinch.
it's good it smarts so much. he hopes claude is feeling it, too, somehow. but, he deserves this. al is unnervingly, perfectly kind, and all alois can think of is how disgusting he is.
just like that, though, he's looking back up, laughing everything off lightly. ]
Didn't you say something like that inside? I heard you. It's fine! Don't be strange. Let's put her to sleep, now. Let's give her flowers. She'll grow her own, too, you know. Isn't that beautiful?
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Date: 2012-10-22 03:04 am (UTC)what, exactly, is he to do? how is it so many people catch onto him so quickly? his heart is thrumming against his eardrums. ]
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Date: 2012-10-22 04:34 am (UTC)[He doesn't hug him close again. Instead he looks at his eyes, his face, watching him and not the surface. Al's eyes aren't flat or distant. There are lines on his face, worry and caring, a note to his voice that begs Alois to listen.]
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Date: 2012-10-22 07:51 pm (UTC)it's good it smarts so much. he hopes claude is feeling it, too, somehow. but, he deserves this. al is unnervingly, perfectly kind, and all alois can think of is how disgusting he is.
just like that, though, he's looking back up, laughing everything off lightly. ]
Didn't you say something like that inside? I heard you. It's fine! Don't be strange. Let's put her to sleep, now. Let's give her flowers. She'll grow her own, too, you know. Isn't that beautiful?
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Date: 2012-10-23 05:36 am (UTC)All right. Be ready to cover her.
[He lays the hen gently in the hole, watching it, deep in thought.]