Astre didn’t say anything the whole way there, letting Alois lead him through the many winding streets. Up some stairs and walks inside the apartment, looking around. This certainly was different from the mansion. It had nice furniture but not as lavish as what he was used to in his former manor, or that of the Trancy manor. Hearing the door lock behind him he then watched as the blonde moved towards a sitting area.
Following his lead, Astre sat down and leaned back in his seat. “Don’t rush me Trancy. But I did say I would, so hope you like long stories.” Could he really call it long though. It’d be best to start at the part where he told him not to call him Ciel. “As I said out in the streets. I’m not longer Ciel Phantomhive. That was the name of my twin brother whom I thought had died, but it seems that is not the case. You see i’ve been parading around as the earl when actually I was just my brothers spare. My real name is Astre Phantomhive.” He crossed one leg over the other. “I was never going to earn the title of earl, as I was a sickly child. No title, no lands to my name. Nothing.”
He had always lived in his brothers shadow, always the spare. Even though he loved his brother dearly it had pained him greatly to leave his body behind on that altar and not return it home. But he had to live a lie. “My brother and I were kidnapped on our tenth birthday and sold off to a cult. Ciel was used as a sacrifice, and that is when I made a contract with Sebastian. I ordered him to burn down that disgusting place, however recently Undertaker showed up with my so called dead twin at the mansion and I was revealed as a false. I was arrested but I escaped, and now i’m trying to decide what to do next while staying in hiding.”
Alois had thought the two of them similar before, but now-- well, he had underestimated just how alike they really were. Part of him even wants to bring up that fact, but he bites his tongue-- at least Astre was still born into nobility... And Alois isn’t sure how he’d react to his own situation. So, he keeps quiet about that, pressing his chin into his hand thoughtfully.
❝ Well... but you didn’t really do anythin' wrong. If your brother was dead, wouldn’t you have been earl anyway? ❞ True, perhaps there was that bit about assuming an identity, but the inheritance was legitimate nonetheless. For all his inexperience, Alois knew that much. A small frown materialises on his face. People didn’t usually come back from the dead... but then, Alois himself had been an exception, so why wouldn’t the real Ciel be one too?
❝ Well... I s’pose you could stay here, with me an’ Hannah. ❞ Thoughtfully, he glances back. There’s enough room in the apartment, there’s a spare room that could probably be turned into a bedroom. ❝ Don’t think anyone’ll find you here. ❞
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