[FIC] As Gold Fades to Black CH. 1
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sweetestpoisonTitle: As Gold Fades to Black
Fandom: Kuro - Post season II AU & Headcanon flashbacks
Pairing: Claude/Sebastian
Word count: ~1030
Dedication: For my dear friend Faust; Happy Birthday
Notes: This is the start of something new for me. It's AU - kind of taking place post season two of the series. If you haven't seen that there are Massive spoilers. Everything from Claude and Sebastian's past is purely headcanon. And yes this will be a Claude/Sebastian fic - expect flashbacks, as well as appearances of Alois, Ciel, Hannah.... Forgive the seeming Out of Character-ness if there is any I haven't written Alois aside from in little ficlets and the same goes for Claude.
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While this place was lovely - beautiful, carefree and flawless he knew he didn't belong here. He could act as if it didn't bother him for only so long; only so many centuries where they would be enough - but in truth they never could possibly be enough. Not that they didn't ease the ache the grew and grew over the passing time, settling down deep starting with that heart he had forgotten he even had. Claude knew he should be grateful, grateful that a demon be allowed into this sacred place but Nirvana wasn't the place for him.
There was no freedom or bliss here to be had. As time ticked by his heart felt increasingly heavy, weighted and pained by chains; chains far stronger than any contract or wish that had ever held him. But he was here because of the wish - the wish of his pretend highness. His own wish was vastly different. In truth, he'd rather be frozen in the waters that had housed the Isle of the Dead an offering upon the altar; a sacrifice to fate and destiny, love for his life.
Such a condition can only go unnoticed for so long especially under the eyes of so many. It's as he's braiding the stems of blue, black, and purple flowers into a crown for the sleeping boy against his master's -if he might even still call him such a thing now- lap that the blond glances at him out of the corner of his eye, a slight frown drawing his lips down. "Claude?" A small hand reading out to still the demon's. "You're not happy here with us are you?"
Just like a child to get right to the point, he muses as his hands still and gold eyes focus on Alois or was it Jim now? No, it was Alois - it would always be Alois. Fingers reach adjusting his glasses just slightly, a habit more than a necessity. "Whatever would give you that impression, Master?" His eyes shift for that instant to pin on Hannah and the triplets, surely they knew better than to even hint at what had truly happened.
Alois's hands came back down, fingers brushing dark bangs away from Luca's brow, eyes focusing on him now rather than Claude. He can see it better than anyone. He saw it when they first met, he saw it again and again over and over. He knew what it was like to give and give and try so very hard for someone, someone you loved and wanted so absolutely desperately that it was everything. "I'm not blind you know. I can see the look on your face when you think no one is looking, the sigh you make when you think no one listens. I'm always looking, always hearing, seeing..."
The former earl inhaled softly, teeth biting into his lower lip as his eyes closed. He opened them snapping his fingers, "Hannah." It didn't take longer then a minute and Hannah was there taking Luca up into her arms, cradling him close to her chest; as gentle and loving as any human mother. Alois was up in the following instant, dusting off his shorts and coat before reaching out for Claude's hand and pulling. "Come walk with me."
There was only one thing to do as he had no words to respond to him with. This place was supposed to be paradise, how could he dare to think of ruining that tranquility. Even though he was confused by this; emotions always made him - his heart stumble and falter it wasn't a new thing but rather a long standing condition. He found his feet arching a brow as Alois tightened his hold on his hand, as if the world had gone dark; as if some great and terrible thing were about to happen. In silence, they would walk til the others were well and out of sight.
"It's a burden seeing you this way, a weight on my chest; crushing, suffocating. I hate you for it. I. Hate. You." He laughed softly bitterly and when at last he stopped and turned the demon could see the tears in his eyes, the bittersweet mix of anger, sadness and love all in the child's face. Small hands gripped the fabric of his coat, knuckles white as he gave a soft hiccup; bowing his head so it his face was pressed into Claude's chest. "But I love you all the same. All the more, even thought I know you don't - can't possibly ever truly return that exact same depth; not for me. Never for me!"
Claude inhaled and a gloved hand came to rest at the back of Alois's head, stroking soothingly over his hair down his back, an arm wrapping around his waist as he moves to kneel on one knee before him. He feels he owes his this much; all this and so much more for the way he murdered him, used him manipulated him and played with his heart. His hand moved to cup his cheek, golden eyes drifting closed as he ponders what to say but all thought stops in an instant.
"Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel..."
It's said so softly at first, a whisper a barely there thread of sound that he, even as a demon, almost doesn't hear it. But he does and his eyes snap open as he feels the familiar flare of power that had been dormant awaken, the back of his left hand burning with that jolt; golden eyes taking on an amaranthine glow. Surprise flares in his chest, he had thought for certain that death ended the contract but that obviously wasn't the case.
"Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel!" He drew away wiping at his cheeks. "That's right, Claude. You're still my butler, still bound to me even in death." As if to further prove his point Alois stuck his tongue out showing the contract that stood out starkly against the natural pink of it. His hands released his coat, both of them sliding upwards; one to rest against his chest the other sliding so that his fingers to fleetingly brush against the side of his neck and jaw.
Fandom: Kuro - Post season II AU & Headcanon flashbacks
Pairing: Claude/Sebastian
Word count: ~1030
Dedication: For my dear friend Faust; Happy Birthday
Notes: This is the start of something new for me. It's AU - kind of taking place post season two of the series. If you haven't seen that there are Massive spoilers. Everything from Claude and Sebastian's past is purely headcanon. And yes this will be a Claude/Sebastian fic - expect flashbacks, as well as appearances of Alois, Ciel, Hannah.... Forgive the seeming Out of Character-ness if there is any I haven't written Alois aside from in little ficlets and the same goes for Claude.
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While this place was lovely - beautiful, carefree and flawless he knew he didn't belong here. He could act as if it didn't bother him for only so long; only so many centuries where they would be enough - but in truth they never could possibly be enough. Not that they didn't ease the ache the grew and grew over the passing time, settling down deep starting with that heart he had forgotten he even had. Claude knew he should be grateful, grateful that a demon be allowed into this sacred place but Nirvana wasn't the place for him.
There was no freedom or bliss here to be had. As time ticked by his heart felt increasingly heavy, weighted and pained by chains; chains far stronger than any contract or wish that had ever held him. But he was here because of the wish - the wish of his pretend highness. His own wish was vastly different. In truth, he'd rather be frozen in the waters that had housed the Isle of the Dead an offering upon the altar; a sacrifice to fate and destiny, love for his life.
Such a condition can only go unnoticed for so long especially under the eyes of so many. It's as he's braiding the stems of blue, black, and purple flowers into a crown for the sleeping boy against his master's -if he might even still call him such a thing now- lap that the blond glances at him out of the corner of his eye, a slight frown drawing his lips down. "Claude?" A small hand reading out to still the demon's. "You're not happy here with us are you?"
Just like a child to get right to the point, he muses as his hands still and gold eyes focus on Alois or was it Jim now? No, it was Alois - it would always be Alois. Fingers reach adjusting his glasses just slightly, a habit more than a necessity. "Whatever would give you that impression, Master?" His eyes shift for that instant to pin on Hannah and the triplets, surely they knew better than to even hint at what had truly happened.
Alois's hands came back down, fingers brushing dark bangs away from Luca's brow, eyes focusing on him now rather than Claude. He can see it better than anyone. He saw it when they first met, he saw it again and again over and over. He knew what it was like to give and give and try so very hard for someone, someone you loved and wanted so absolutely desperately that it was everything. "I'm not blind you know. I can see the look on your face when you think no one is looking, the sigh you make when you think no one listens. I'm always looking, always hearing, seeing..."
The former earl inhaled softly, teeth biting into his lower lip as his eyes closed. He opened them snapping his fingers, "Hannah." It didn't take longer then a minute and Hannah was there taking Luca up into her arms, cradling him close to her chest; as gentle and loving as any human mother. Alois was up in the following instant, dusting off his shorts and coat before reaching out for Claude's hand and pulling. "Come walk with me."
There was only one thing to do as he had no words to respond to him with. This place was supposed to be paradise, how could he dare to think of ruining that tranquility. Even though he was confused by this; emotions always made him - his heart stumble and falter it wasn't a new thing but rather a long standing condition. He found his feet arching a brow as Alois tightened his hold on his hand, as if the world had gone dark; as if some great and terrible thing were about to happen. In silence, they would walk til the others were well and out of sight.
"It's a burden seeing you this way, a weight on my chest; crushing, suffocating. I hate you for it. I. Hate. You." He laughed softly bitterly and when at last he stopped and turned the demon could see the tears in his eyes, the bittersweet mix of anger, sadness and love all in the child's face. Small hands gripped the fabric of his coat, knuckles white as he gave a soft hiccup; bowing his head so it his face was pressed into Claude's chest. "But I love you all the same. All the more, even thought I know you don't - can't possibly ever truly return that exact same depth; not for me. Never for me!"
Claude inhaled and a gloved hand came to rest at the back of Alois's head, stroking soothingly over his hair down his back, an arm wrapping around his waist as he moves to kneel on one knee before him. He feels he owes his this much; all this and so much more for the way he murdered him, used him manipulated him and played with his heart. His hand moved to cup his cheek, golden eyes drifting closed as he ponders what to say but all thought stops in an instant.
"Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel..."
It's said so softly at first, a whisper a barely there thread of sound that he, even as a demon, almost doesn't hear it. But he does and his eyes snap open as he feels the familiar flare of power that had been dormant awaken, the back of his left hand burning with that jolt; golden eyes taking on an amaranthine glow. Surprise flares in his chest, he had thought for certain that death ended the contract but that obviously wasn't the case.
"Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel!" He drew away wiping at his cheeks. "That's right, Claude. You're still my butler, still bound to me even in death." As if to further prove his point Alois stuck his tongue out showing the contract that stood out starkly against the natural pink of it. His hands released his coat, both of them sliding upwards; one to rest against his chest the other sliding so that his fingers to fleetingly brush against the side of his neck and jaw.
