the boy who flew

Once upon a time, on a day not so long ago, a little prince fell from the sky. He said he came from another planet. Who could claim otherwise? Behind him sat a broken spaceship, buried halfway into the ground. [independent oc]

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for those who haven't noticed

ciel's moved

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I have a drastic proposal.

I'd like to move Ciel's current canon to an AU or abolish it completely. I love his planet and race desperately and I hate to throw away a good bit of worldbuilding, but there's no room for progress. You know as well as I do that almost no one on tumblr is willing to rp with an alien.

The new canon timeline would feature Ciel as entirely human. Under normal circumstances, I'd never dream of throwing away a solid two years of development, but not much has been going on with him lately and most of the people he'd had any kind of relationship with have gone away. I'll consider keeping the alien timeline around as an AU for the couple of people who are still left, but to be honest, the idea doesn't thrill me all that much. He's just...plateaued in the worst possible way.

...Or, I guess alien!Ciel could come into play only in applicable universes--say, with an X-Men AU or something with the Avengers or SHIELD. And I guess even with things where the fae come into play I could treat his race as some sort of fantastical, Earthbound species?

But yeah. Bringing human Ciel to the forefront. If there aren't any objections, I'd like to try to get Ciel back on track. I really miss him, and if changing his species and parts of his background is what it takes to get him back, I'm willing to mix things up.

I'm just really tired of not being able to find people to rp with because of his origins.

Thank you.

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Ezra Koenig at the Festival Hall in Melbourne, Australia (Photo by Tim O’Connor for thevine.com.au)

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when Ezra can’t answer an interview question (x)

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He didn’t provide any explanation, only legitimately waiting with his grimace of pain beginning to transform into a scowl if it wasn’t for a spike of pain. Ciel was overthinking and challenging his authority again, and God help that brat if he didn’t turn around. Purple eyes flashed rather dangerously as Ciel began to whine, but thankfully, he did turn around — and began to babble nonsense about killing.

Vital managed to take a moment to shake his head, then stiffly shed his shirt, exhaling a pained sigh as he set it aside with Ciel’s. Groaning softly behind Ciel’s back, he contorted slightly, the sound that followed was a metallic clasping and clanking. Then the metal clattered to the floor, and in that moment he was quick to snatch the shirts, pressing them to his chest and back, part of him wondering if he should sit so that he wouldn’t have to go through the effort of holding the makeshift bandage-towel-whatever it was to his back. But he could’ve passed out.

The sweet and pungent trademark scent of his blood was filling the air.           “Ugh… j-just… fuck…” he began, obviously wanting to snarl in return to Ciel’s demands yet not having the ability. “Just get cotton and ice!!”

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Now things were starting to make sense. It was the smell of blood that said it all. It wasn't the typical smell of blood, obviously. Nothing was typical about the ghostly man. Wasn't sure what had happened. The smell hadn't exactly occurred "suddenly" but close enough to it. Ciel could have sworn he hadn't smelled it a minute ago--even thirty seconds ago.

"Cotton. Ice. Got it. Well, I don't have it, but--" he shook his head. Vital knew what he meant. Ciel didn't want to frustrate the man any more than he had to, not in this state. All the same, Ciel worried that asking if he could turn around would cause Vital even more undue stress. Already, he could hardly talk. "Hang tight, kid. Comin' to the rescue." And he was, as much as he was able to.

First, the cotton. Ice melted. It had to come last. Just "cotton" alone was too broad. There was his shirt, but apparently that didn't serve well enough. He dashed to the bathroom to check the cabinets. Q-tips were tiny. Ineffectual. Ciel snatched up a bag of cotton balls. It would have to do. Ice came quickly afterward in the form of two cups. He'd gone to the freezer and emptied the cubes into the glasses, carrying them as best he could with the cotton tucked haphazardly under his arm.

"I'm gonna have to look, alright?" It wasn't that he wanted to be contrary or even that he wanted to look, period. His senses as a human were pretty dull. As an alien, he might have been able to navigate the room blind, using his antennae as a guide. Not now. And so he hopped over to Vital, anxiously eyeing the shirts wadded up against his body. "What now, doc?" Stop the bleeding, obviously, but-- "I mean, how?"

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At the other’s questions, he only shook his head repeatedly, especially as Ciel pulled off his shirt. Pausing, Vital seemed to reconsider as he let out another unearthly gasp of pain, reaching over and snatching the shirt.

Setting it down, he tugged at the edge of his own shirt, shakily forcing himself to shed his jacket, taking in oxygen in slow, long, controlled breaths as if that would help anything. Not for him, but perhaps mentally it kept him from panicking. Though despite that — he wasn’t mentally panicked, for this had happened before, yet he still was undergoing pain of a different brand than he regularly experienced.

          “T-turn around…” he still insisted, despite the situation, as he began to tug off his shirt.

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Oh. He didn't need cotton. He needed to get rid of it. Now that was inexplicable. Ciel couldn't see the reasoning behind it. He figured it was a magic thing. Or a dead guy thing. It could have been many things, but he didn't have the time to think through the possibilities. Vital was in danger at the moment. Or at least appeared to be. Honestly, Ciel was completely lost. Vital might have been prone to drinking and complaining, but there was nothing predictable about his biology.

"I don't wanna turn around though," he whined. "I gotta keep an eye on you." Still, he slowly turned to face the other direction. "Don't kill me, got it? I'm not ready to die yet." Because anything could happen to him. There was no guarantee anything would be alright. "Don't kill yourself either." A pause. "Unless you have to. I mean, if that's the only way to make things right."

His fists clenched as he tried hard not to swivel on the spot and drag him to the nearest magic expert. Which was actually a considerably far distance, given that Ciel wasn't even sure this was actually magic. It could have been an actual biological problem. "Damn it! Vital, what the hell is goin' on here? I can't help you if I don't know what's happening."

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          “Uh… ah… merda, che fa male…” He was wanting to curl up, tension running throughout his limbs as pain seemed to wrack his nerves, stemming from his sternum. “Find… m-maybe Viktor. Text.” Words were sputtered forth almost as if he couldn’t even draw the breath to speak them. Ciel’s light touch felt like fire on his sensitive skin at this time, but he has a bigger priority threatening to consume his senses.

          “… cotton… or Theodore…”

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He nods quickly. Viktor. That's something he can do. He thinks. He hasn't seen Viktor since before he'd last seen Vital. If his number's changed, then there's no hope. Still, he pulls out his phone and quickly texts the other man a simple message:

VITL NE EDS HELP FAST

Ciel's never seen him this out of sorts. It scares him. Vital is Superman. He can't look weak. He can't be weak. "You mean like...a blanket? Or something?" Because he's sure that he can bring cotton to Vital a lot easier than a cat. He's pretty sure Theodore doesn't like him very much. Still, he calls out the cat's name, rushing to fetch a sheet, a blanket, a cotton shirt. Anything. Actually--that's not a bad idea. He pulls his shirt over his head and holds it out to Vital. "This?"

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          { ♔ ; — “Arthur! Caelin! … someone…” 

Tone urgent, but weak as he trails, not even sure if he was heard. What followed forthwith was a thorough shudder, hand clutching his chest and form doubling over as he let out a bit of a wheeze.

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"Shit." He doesn't know what's going on. He doesn't need to know what's going on. Something is wrong with Vital and it sounds bad. That's all that matters. "W--d'you need me to get someone?" Because he's not Arthur and he's definitely not Caelin. Biting his lip, Ciel rushes over and places a hand on the man's back.

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While Ciel's designs might be adopted and revered by those from a variety of cultures or walks of life, the smaller details in his clothing are reflective of his first home. Among other things, certain motifs in his embroidery, such as the crocus flower, are characteristic of traditional Errusjan costume.

He isn't consciously aware of his lingering ties to his roots.

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{ ♔ ; — “For a long-ass time. And I don’t think they’re coming back anytime soon, or at least if they do I’ll send their ass back to the dirt." At least he made it clear that it wasn’t an apparent friendship, but almost it seemed more like some sort of ancient rivalry as far as he was concerned. ”Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m just… I dunno, since he’s been back I think my cynicism’s lifted a bit."  But that promise echoed, and though they went a long time without seeing one another, Ciel really did pop up to check up on him, evidently true to his word. Vital only gave a small nod, not at all surprised to hear that the other nearly regretted it. ”Well, you don’t have to keep any promises around me. I like to pretend I’ve got tough skin.”

Childishly, he pursed his lips and eyebrows knit in mild irritation at the refusal to be called a wolf, instead more akin to the Beast from that stupid fairytale. ”I do not! At least… well… not anymore! So there!" Huffing, he crossed his arms, wrinkling his nose at Ciel. ”Yeah, well your Mom just up and left the family, so it’s time to move on. I sure have." There was definite bitterness and vindication in his tone, he wouldn’t hide how the disappearance had bugged him despite the several warnings he had gotten. 

But true to his mood swings, the foulness in his visage was gone as his expression softened, eyes drifting ever so slightly. ”No… I know I’m loved. If I took your advice, I’d betray that love and trust that I get. I don’t want to do that to him, even though he’s one of the few who can handle it. It’d be kind of a pain in the ass." But purple gaze quickly darted back to Ciel, sharpening in a predatory, dangerous manner. ”Why would you even suggest that, Ciel?? Tell me your thoughts, sheqy.”

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        Now he was confused. Vital kept mentioning someone that came back. No names, of course. That wasn't the Vital Way. Ciel was used to that, not knowing, but it unnerved him all the same. “Heh. Sure. Maybe you're not the type to care about promises, but I am.” His thumbs hooked jauntily in his pockets. “Gotta make sure I keep my integrity intact somehow, eh?” Not that he expected Vital to agree with his sentiments. They didn't seem to agree on much of anything. Either that, or Vital always managed to be petulant enough to deny that he was in agreement.

        “Maybe it's not important to you, but it is to me. I mean, someone's gotta come an' listen to you complain. I know you're being sarcastic, but y'said it yourself--your skin's not as thick as you want everyone to think.” He blinked. “At least I think you're a pretty sensitive guy under all that. I mean, you drink. Or drank. People who really don't care don't do that. ” He let Vital's small outburst speak for itself. Yeah, he'd moved on. Obviously. That offended tone didn't mean a thing. “Aw, jesus. I don't miss him that much. I just...I hate to admit it, but he was good for you.” His posture relaxed as Vital left his foul mood in the dust.

        “If y'know you're loved, then what've you got to complain about? I mean, assumin' you love the one who loves you. Ain't nothin' that can beat that.” He'd kill for someone to love and be loved by. Coworkers and roommates didn't exactly foot the bill. There had to be something more. “Now, c'mon. Out with it. Who the hell's this 'he'? You got a new boyfriend or somethin'?”

       Ciel's eyes narrowed, smile bemused. He tilted his head as he stared at the pale man, studying him. "I'm not tryin' to get between you an' this secret lover. Not even tryin' to encourage self-destruction. You just...” He frowned, trying to figure out the right phrasing. “You're a guy with a helluva lotta energy. You gotta find a way to burn it off or you get into these moods. You're like...the Flash or somethin'. You wear sweaters and like kittens, but you're hardly some leisurely sap. You like explosions and killin' people, don'cha? Go for a run or somethin'. I got a feeling that'll help more than tryin' to talk to me.”

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{ ♔ ; — “They’re someone of no consequence, long since dead.” He provided a soft smirk, shaking his head to himself yet not quite sharing his thoughts or reminisces. Ciel had almost hit the nail on the head, he was so very close! ”I sometimes do think myself the tragic hero, I won’t lie. Guess I’m just in an honest mood. But at the same time I could just as well be that big bad wolf. Perspective, right?" With an easy shrug, Vital then offered the other an equally casual smile. ”The real me is pretty damn tired if I haven’t lost it under all the masks. It’s fragmented — I’m not complete without the other half. Broken from the get-go, if my memory gap is any pointer.” Trust Ciel to jump in philosophical conversations about id and ego even though they hadn’t seen each other in months.

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        “Dead for how long?” Not that it really mattered. His first thought was The Dead Boyfriend--Husband, whatever. Leave it to Vital to pine away for someone gone that long. Like Ciel could talk. “Nevermind. I don' actually care who it is that's gotcha down. Y'know, I think that might be the most straightforward answer you've ever given me. You're gettin' soft in your old age, grandpa.” He crossed his arms. “You do a pretty poor job of playin' the hero, kid. Sometimes I almost regret that promise a' mine.” To stick by your side. Ciel wasn't sure at what point exactly he'd become disillusioned with Vital but it was hard to rekindle the old sense of wonder and awe that filled him whenever he looked upon the white-haired mess.

        “I wouldn't call you a wolf either. That's givin' you too much credit.” His eyebrows wiggled in suggestion. “You're more The Beast, if anything. Lockin' yourself away, moanin' about how you'll never be loved. I don't know what to do with you.” He rubbed the back of his neck, slightly abashed. “Kinda weird sayin' it, but you were actually a lot more stable when you had, uh, Mom.” He couldn't actually say the man's name aloud. It'd feel too strange. To a degree, he even missed the black hellhound. And he'd have to--he owed the mutt everything. “You can't just...take some kinda vacation? Drop your masks for just a weekend? Or even an hour. Might be enough to satisfy you for another century. Or somethin'.” But he knew the answer already. The real Vital was someone so monstrous that no one could handle him, that he could destroy the planet, blah-blah, heard it all before.

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{ ♔ ; — ”They think they know me inside and out, but they don’t even see the changes for what they are. I’ve stopped drinking just to drown emotions, I’m down to one cat, I talk to people, and most importantly — I haven’t killed someone in several months. It’s a little bit like the old days before it all went to shit. Makes me wish they’d pop by so I could just prove them fuck-all wrong. It’s just so bloody classic since they don’t realize that it’s all a facade, I guess.”

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        “Who's this 'they?'” His smile doesn't reach his eyes. He knows he's never been able to see Vital as changing, as in flux as a regular human. “Anyone I know?” And yet he doesn't think that Vital is talking about him. It can't possibly be him. He hasn't seen the man in god knows how long. “Which side is the real you, then? Y'musta changed yourself hundreds a' times in all those years you've been alive. You mighta stopped drinking, but it sounds like you still don't know how to deal with your emotions all that well. Y'think you're some kinda tragic hero?”

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          “Welcome to the Southern Isles. I… don’t believe I’ve seen you around this court before.”

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"That's...a little odd, not that I'm complaining. Maybe my name precedes me--I'm known around this area mainly as Ciel of Lutetia, designer of that fine vest you're wearing. Kinda strange thing to pick up on, you'd think, but I've got an eye for that. It's the stitching around the lapels. "

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          — - "Are you kidding me? I could do better in my sleep.”

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       “Really? I'd like to see you try. Can't say I'm the best objectively, but I put in a good effort an' that has to count for something.”

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to-do

draw ciel as prince of the north (general disney au)

figure out indian prince au (for keyisumser)

reply to praedonum

reply to ourbloodisthicker

get a verses page up maybe

actually rp