Date: 2012-11-13 07:46 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
Why is this so painfully unexpected? He learns of Al's goodness everyday, and even as he let words tumble from his mouth with the intent of hurting, he wished he could suck them back in before a sliver of damage could be made. He's a breathing contradiction.

His eyes well up and up. They stay wide, too, when tears do finally fall out of them, and though his mouth is subtly ajar, he keeps his breath in.

Date: 2012-11-15 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
His eyes snap shut, tightly, and his mouth presses into a line. First, his frightened, uncertain hands cling severely to the edge of the counter, but then those newly bandaged things come up to cradle Al's own hands.

''I couldn't blame you,'' he says, weeping in the quietest way of it. ''I am a tiring thing. I know it. See, I couldn't at all blame you if you did feed me to wolves.''

Date: 2012-11-15 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
Some breaths, a small, timid 'hm,' then his heels softly hit cabinet doors again.

''My birthday came. It was May still, back home. It wouldn't come for some months, but here I'm already older. Not that I feel any.''

Date: 2012-11-15 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
''When's yours?''

Date: 2012-11-15 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
''Shut up,'' on a scandalized gasp, and he's laughing soon after it.

''Maybe eighteen.''

Date: 2012-11-16 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
''I don't at all look even the least bit more refined?'' He holds up his chin and straightens his posture.

Date: 2012-11-16 07:19 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
''Had all of England believing me,'' boastful.

''Al. I didn't hate it, not so very much. When you put your lips on my head.'' This bit is shyly wary, and his eyes are on the floor.

Date: 2012-11-18 07:51 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
It had made him nervous, but he doesn't want to say that aloud, doesn't want to be a gossamer thing for Al's viewing. Although, he is, must be, unintentionally as he's taken too long to say anything and goes on softly swinging his legs.

”That sort of kissing. It's for a mum or dad and a baby. ...Isn't it?”

Such a strange thing, having to pick it apart from his usual ideas when it pertained to elements like lips and skin. Perfectly innocent, perfectly unsoiled. What an ache it gives him, and he picks with a scabbed fingernail at the edge of the counter top.

”Or, how I kiss Luca because he's my very own.” He tilts forward slightly, peering at him.

”I'm older, but I'm not any wiser, am I?”

Date: 2012-11-18 08:06 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
Oh.

... Oh, whoops!

He hasn't been anyone's baby, not like Luca is his, in too, too long, and—

'That was the way I meant it,' Al had just said.

Alois looks at him, now, like a stupid thing. Clutching in his breath, saline turning Al into a mosaic under a pond's surface.

Date: 2012-11-18 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
There is such a blink of a second, where Alois and Jim come into the same body, and not knowing what to do, all his bones and muscles lock up. Then, Jim's ghost is gone; Alois fits his fingers into Al's shirt, and his cheeks get wet.

”Is it going to become dark again?”

Date: 2012-11-18 08:29 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
”Luca might like that. Can't we keep a light on somewhere?”

Date: 2012-11-20 08:22 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] ex_apricots766
”Luca will definitely want to stay the night with you, and have curtains kept open.”

Noticed this habitual excuse he's developed, Al?

”My arm throbs. We need a new mirror, by the way, for the bathroom in the hall.”

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