dear_mun | (no subject)

I haven't any.

[ he does accept it graciously, even daintily. strange boy! & seduction might be a strength, but it isn't really applicable where he is, and wouldn't grant him much of what he's seeking, anyhow.

besides, what a miserable, self-deprecating 'strength' that is. he still hides his damp eyelashes behind his hand while he stains vincent's lovely handkerchief with his stupid tears. ]

You ought to have someone make or purchase you a new one, since it's disgusting now.

I find that hard to believe.

{He pauses a moment before gently guiding Alois over to a chair. Really, he'll wear himself out if he cries that much and it's not like the situation will get any better with the number of tears he sheds.}

I have others. {Which means Alois can keep it.} You are a member of the English nobility I am told. What is your name?

Alois Trancy.

[ there's a measure of nervousness, but he's doing his best to mask it, even if his shoulders are strained. this is real nobility he's in the company of, after all, and his experience with anyone outside of gruesome nobles or clergy, claude, and the other servants is rather limited.

it almost feels like vincent will be able to sense it on him, or spot it, or know about him, or know about 'father' and marvel uncomfortably about how his allegedly stolen-away son can be here or or or. ah, he wrings that little piece of cloth in his hands, now. ]

{If he notices anything amiss, he doesn't say a word. It isn't up to him to pass judgment anymore. That duty falls on Ciel's shoulders.

As far as he's concerned, this is a boy who likes to call himself Alois Trancy. Why complicate it?

Taking a seat himself, he tips his head back and smiles calmly.}

I get the feeling you know who I am already, Alois. Has Ciel spoken of me?

Ciel'd never discuss anything with me, if he could help it, much less his Father.

You don't get along? That is a shame. {Though understandable. Vincent knows his son is made out of tougher stuff.} I am Vincent Phantomhive.

I'd like to, if only he'd let me! I could be a wonderful friend to Ciel, you know.

It's truly a pleasure to make your acquaintanceship. You're awfully more amiable than that son of yours.

I'm afraid I left a heavy burden for Ciel. Only with time and experience will he find himself capable of dealing with it.

{It wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want to die.}

Your persistence might pay off.

Then, I'll continue to hover, in that case.

Once you discover your strengths, you will be an even better friend for him.

[ that word, again. he lets a hum, neither agreeable or non-agreeable, and pulls a thread from his chair. ]

It would be a shame if you wasted your life, hm?

[ YEP. wow, hurry up and devour him, claude, he's sitting here wasting away. ]

{With a single finger under Alois's chin, Vincent makes sure Alois can see his face.}

Tell me about your ambitions.

[ |: to make sebastian suffer and bff4l with ciel & be eaten by a demon. reach for the stars, right? ]

... I don't know.

{Only if the stars eat you.}

You don't know or you're afraid to tell me?

[ a- ah. ]

The latter! {That's interesting.}

[ he shrinks. ] What were yours?

To protect my family and see my son grow. {Clearly he failed.}

Respectable.

Now there is another seeing to my duties.

What is it?

A who rather than a what. Have you seen Ciel's butler?

I've seen him.