The Boy King

Then I lost it all. Who can save me now?

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[breathinglifee]

[faustian-master]

                 OutofLies: New Madoka muse needs to leave. I have entirely too many muses as is. Please, kindly get on somewhere.

[lextclionis]

          {♛} —; "Sebastian has more important things to do than babysit a brat." Well, perhaps that particular phrase could have been chosen with a more cautious vocabulary—after all, he left himself rather open for a rather obvious insult that way, the sort that Alois Trancy was prone to making—but it hardly mattered, now. Something once said could not be unspoken, just as what was once lost could never return. He would have to lie in the grave that Alois had dug for the evening…but if this was necessary, the least that he could do was clench a victory out of his obnoxious demands.      The threat fell upon ears not-so-idle, a sigh escaping him. "Oh, for goodness sake." He spat, shifting against the leather of his armchair as he stood to an unimpressive height, thought his stance itself served to make up for his stature. "If you’re going to bloody wander anyway, I might as well earn some time away from you." Without further hesitation, he made his way to the bookshelf adorning the office wall to his left, choosing a tome from the shelf closest to the window that overlooked the gardens. Tucking it beneath his lithe arm, a scowl painted his pretty lips as he pressed past his guest. "If you touch any of my things, you’ll regret it. Take your time finding me." Without another word, he’d disappeared into the hall.

[faustian-master]

               『 ♛ 』: "I would not dream of it." And out the door the Phantomhive boy went. Good. He knew that bugging him would make him change his mind. Now he has the whole opportunity to wander and 'get lost.' He could wander on through and get ideas of where everything was, all while managing to find him. It would be a double win, and it would give him more to rub in Ciel's face. If he's going to be reading a book, all he has to do is listen for the turning of pages and walk as silently as he can manage. To help with this, he's undoing his boots and leaving them in that room, walking with his sock feet right on out the door and down the hallway.                                Now, if he were a Phantomhive, where would he keep his secrets? Of course he could not imagine himself as a Phantomhive, because that would mean he would be imagining himself being killed. No way did he want to think of such things. Well, maybe he should start going into different rooms. This door here on the right seems nice. Let's just open it and hope he doesn't already stumble upon his least favorite person.

[noctemv]

[faustian-master]

“I think maybe you are my highness”

"What a thing to say to a mere butler"

[faustianspider-blog]

This was all too common an occurrence.

Holding back a gentle sigh, Claude completely bridged the gap between himself and his master. A white glove was tugged gently from a hand, ice cold fingers were splayed across the boy’s forehead…— Hypochondria. Yet again. What a terrible malady. "You shall have to be more specific, your highness. Are you in pain?" The demon frowned a little to accompany his words, a forced approximation of sympathy. The dull aches and twinges that humans referred to as ‘agony’ did not even register to one such as him. Broken bones, gaping wounds, infections. The butler had seen them all.— He had felt them all. Without knowing whether this affliction was physical or mental, Claude had no hope of assisting. Despite his prowess, he was not a mind reader.

[faustian-master]

               『 ♛ 』: Boy how he despised feeling sickly. He hated feeling this way, because not only does it make him feel awful, but he looks awful. If he looks awful, people don't want to be around him and he simply cannot have that. There are two things this boy cannot stand: 1. the dark, and 2. being left alone for extended periods of time. As those cold fingers moved against his forehead, he brought his own hand up to press them harder against his skin. It all felt so nice, really. He can't help but want to be as close to this hand--and the rest of the body attached to it as possible.                             "I feel drained.. and warm.." More than likely he just needs to eat something or lay down for a while. He's not in any sort of pain. If anything his mood is affecting his body chemistry. The boy just needs some perking up to be quite honest.

[countxss]

✪

Put a ✪ in my askbox for a kiss

▐  ❝♔——-; Oh! He’s positively charming, she thinks. Blonde hair and the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. Earl Trancy, as far as she knows, isn’t much older than Ciel, so perhaps it’s only natural that she feel a soft, maternal affection for the boy as she swoops to push the hair from his eyes and kiss his forehead. Perhaps the boys will become good friends! It would be nice to see Ciel interact with kids his own age more.

[faustian-master]

              OutofLies: Gosh I have the most brilliant and amazing followers. Thank you so much for giving me the time of day. You've made my return to this blog beyond enjoyable. Alois is a very strong, very big part of me, and the fact that I get to play him out and give him life makes me feel really good. So, thank you again, for being the great people you are and allowing me this privilege. Unfortunately though, I need to get off of here. I'll be lurking a bit longer, so if you want to Skype me or anything, just drop me an ask!

[hsfancharmemes]

Put a ✪ in my askbox for a kiss

[domina-gladiis]

                  {♔} What…what even was this? One moment he had insulted her, pointing out her physical flaws as if they had been written on her clothing, and now he was trying to apologize to her? Okay, so maybe this boy had no true experience with talking to Elizabeth, and she could understand that. But what the blonde couldn’t exactly fathom was why he would even remark something like that unless he truly meant his words. After all, one never spoke such evil things to another without having the intent to hurt them, or so she had read in different novels, so why should she put her full trust and faith into him once more? Well, the little lady supposed she wouldn’t, or at least not fully, until she had known a bit more about the Earl Trancy to determine such a factor herself.

                     ”Alright Alois, I suppose I will forgive you for now. Though I guess I can give you a full warning as to, instead of saying something like this to another, to make sure that you think it wouldn’t hurt ones feelings. After all, if you had said something a tad worse, I probably would’ve given you a form of punishment.” That form of punishment being with her swords. Oh yes; whenever one had angered the countess, a whole new source of Hell was unleashed. Though it was uncommon to ever displeased the Midford girl, just one thing could make her snap. And if it did, one would have to run…run as far away as physically possibly so they would not get hurt by the almighty power of her and her swords.

[faustian-master]

              『 ♛ 』: Jackpot. Ding ding ding! We have a winner. A soft smile spread across once fierce features. Now of course, they have softened for the sake of earning his place back in the Midford girl's life. How precious she really was, how easily tainted she could be. The hand that was holding her own, soon took to lacing their fingers together and he turned from her to begin pulling her along with him. "Of course, my lady! It would be dreadful to receive a punishment of any sort from someone like you. Allow me to make it up to you by taking you to somewhere special." That somewhere special was outside, by the gardens. The roses that were tended there were absolutely stunning, enough so to make a little girl smile.                               That was all it really took to make a girl happy, right? A few pretty words, a compliment, and flowers. Girls like flowers. Once they were out the double doors that led to the garden, he let go of her hand and raised his arms up in a presenting sort of fashion. "..Welcome to the Trancy Gardens, please, enjoy the flowers and scenery to your hearts content." The petals glittered and gleamed thanks to the dew left from the morning. The sun was striking them just right that they almost seemed to glow. What a perfect 'forgive me for everything I meant to say,' present.

[lextclionis]

          {♛} —; Dull? Chess was the most intellectually stimulating sport that a gentleman could hope to gather some skill in. It served to show how thoroughly immature the Trancy Earl was in regards to his false status and starved age…but it couldn’t be helped. At the end of the path that the two had paved to hell with intentions that were anything but good, Alois would remain the broken child that he’d been at the beginning of his journey. Wiser from it, perhaps—even learned…but still a child. Ciel hadn’t been a child for a very long time…not truly, not in his heart…and certainly not within his soul. Thus, the devils salivated for his essence. Thus, he had no interest in a game so trivial as this. And furthermore—      "Allow you free roam of my manor, unsupervised? What sort of fool do you take me for, Trancy?" Obviously one that was frightened somehow, or else intimidated by the child. Hardly. If anything, the itch to sink a bullet into the silken skin of his brow grew with every twitch of those jeering lips, every taunt of that lilting tone. Perhaps a gentleman’s duel would suit the two better…but that wasn’t really much of a game, was it? Hell, it wasn’t even a competition, what with Ciel’s skilled marksmanship despite the depth perception that accompanied the loss of an eye. "Pick something else."

[faustian-master]

               『 ♛ 』: The poor bastard child had to hold onto whatever childish essence he may have, or he might just lose it. He had not the chance to really be a child, what with having to fend for himself at such a young age. There was also his stay at the Trancy manor before the previous Earl's untimely death, but he would never speak of that openly. A soft sigh left the boy's lips and his gaze shifted from the other. Jeez, he was just like an old man. How boring. "One that does not enjoy a good game when he hears one. Honestly. You obviously have nothing to hide, so why worry about supervising me? If it means that much to you, have your precious butler watch over me. The only thing I'm looking for after all, is you."                                 Yes, because he is the key. This boy is the key to Sebastian's destruction. This boy--is the key to his revenge. This boy is the key to avenging his beloved brother that Sebastian so carelessly destroyed. He was not going to just sit idly by and let that rat of a demon escape through the cracks. Oh if only he knew the truth, he would probably see the boy before him differently. Perhaps they may even could be friends, but there was no time for that now. There is no retribution. "So what will it be? Either you play my game, or I go wander of my own accord and hope to go digging through your closet." Maybe a weird enough threat would get him to crack, likely not, but it was worth a shot.

[domina-gladiis]

                       {♔} How dare he say something as cruel as that! It was never nice for someone to point out a Lady’s shape, especially one that was as petite as hers. Maybe she didn’t have any curves just yet, but she was still merely a child; there was much growing up that needed to be done and he knew that full well! But still, to even say such a thing; oh how that angered Elizabeth so. “What an atrocious statement Alois! And to think that I had felt bad for you at the party and even danced with you for you had no one else to dance with! I thought you were nice but now I see that you are cruel! And I do not like cruel people; not even in the slightest bit!”

[faustian-master]

               『 ♛ 』: "Oh dear, I stepped way out of line there. My apologies, my lady." And here it comes. There is the sudden shift in demeanor, the one he's used on so many others before. He goes from an atrocious, monster of a boy to the pitiful soul that everyone would break down and cry for. Gently he strides over, eyes the color of sapphires focused upon his own feet, and gently takes her hand in his. He's leaning down now, pressing the softest of kisses to her knuckles. After all, it was the least he could do after saying something to crude. "..In all truth, I am not that well versed in speaking with those of the fairer sex. I--I guess I just---" To add to the image, he's even letting his voice crack just slightly.

                          "I really have no idea of how to act around someone of such stunning beauty. Women elude me, as do many others. Please, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I will make it worth your while." Yes, he will do his best to make her feel like a princess, then kick her off her pedestal and laugh in her face. This is what the falsified King has to do to make himself feel as if he is actually worth the title he carries. This is what he has to do to feel alive. There is no real meaning in his life anymore other than getting to Ciel. At least with his goal in mind, he has something to distract him from the little value he gives himself.

[domina-gladiis]

{♔} “Just because I did not wish to remove everything in front of you, Alois, does not make me a coward! And as far as I’m concerned, you are the last person to even send me this, so I haven’t a thing to fear about!”

[faustian-master]

               『 ♛ 』: Boy he sure does love being King. He loves to win. He loves to watch peoples faces contort and twist into looks of disapproval and anger from just a few words. "Of course, Lady Elizabeth. After all, why would I want to see someone with no figure undress?" When this was said and done, he would apologize and play the 'I'm just a lonely kid trying to get attention,' card. Really, it always seemed to work before. Why not now, especially with such a sentimental and loving young lady as Elizabeth.

[faustian-master]

             OutofLies: Hello everyone! Thank you to all my new followers for following me, though there is something I should warn you about. This is the first time I've been on this blog in a while. Not only is Alois a bit rusty, but I might not be on as often as I would like. I have a million blogs to run, and I have school and work. Most of my day is consumed by school and work. It really sucks major booty. So, if you want to rp with me or contact me in some way other than here, feel free to drop me an ask and I'll give you my Skype!

[saint]

Pain changes people.

Unknown  (via epikhi)

[lextclionis]

    {♛} —; What sort, indeed…perhaps the sort that preferred no to be bothered in the midst of their work by uninvited guests, or sudden interruptions…then again, living in this household, neither of those things were out of the ordinary. All the same, the spider had managed to ensnare the watchdog in his web. The famous Phantomhive hospitality would not allow him to send the boy off so quickly. Instead, he would bear the burden until his meeting.      Once more and unsurprisingly so, he found the golden-locked masquerader standing far too closely to himself for his own comfort, though he would fail to back down this time as he had moments before. A glare sharp as the steel that he wielded during his fencing lessons cut across the boy’s cheeky disposition, the mischief gleaming behind his sparkling eyes, clear and blue as the surface of the River Thames on a sunny day, yet heavy with the darkness that his just below the surface. With a delicately arched brow and a dangerous intention simmering under his controlled tone, he proposed. "…Chess?"

[faustian-master]

               『 ♛ 』: He cannot be serious. Chess? Chess of all things? What a dull and boring sport. Of course the boy isn't backing down, rather he's pushing his boundaries and moving even closer. He was not going to let himself resort to petty guest games. He did not want to play that sort of mind game with the young Phantomhive. No. This royal fraud wanted something much more dangerous. He wanted a challenge. He wanted to get the boy alone and out of the way of interfering hands. If things went sour, Claude would come running. After all, the demon seems to drool at the thought of being anywhere close to this gem of a soul before him.                                        "How drab. You would go for something so dull. How about, we play hide and seek~?" Hide and seek is such a fun game. Oh the secrets he could learn about the boy while he was 'seeking' him out. If he learned his darkest secrets, not only does he get more information, but he knows what draws Claude to him so. He also might be able to get under his skin. Getting under Ciel's skin is always a big bonus. "Or are you too scared?~"

[faustian-master]

Original by Yamada Ako : here | Colored by : faustian-master