true frans don't need permission to break into each other's places!! ...wait

[ex_seventh238]

Who: Ciel and Charles
What: Charles' house looked weird from her stalking angle for a while now so Ciel just decided to go ahead and break in gets a surprise housecall that he wasn't supposed to know about!! Shenanigans ensue, alas.
Where: 767 Bunker Street
When: Oct. 19th, ridiculous hour in the morning like at 2AM
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Tsukihime/Blood+, also casual talk of gore... will update this as needed!

[Not that Charles has been acting particularly suspicious of late, no. If anything, Ciel can honestly say that the babby bat's temperament has been improving. She'd know, with how much time she spends around the Chiropteran even if they're not remotely close in living together... How did this even happen.

BUT! What's essential is that for a while now, he seems to act... not quite as he used to, back at his place. NOT that Ciel actually keeps an active watch all the time to his house, but woman's intuition + her inherent passive perception + predisposed mama henbear instinct + legit stalking has tipped her off to something unusual. ...Which coincides with around the time when Charles confirmed to her that he's traded Horace back at the post office, come to think of it!! He never DID tell her what he received in return, though there has been another few rounds of regains distributed since also, if she recalls correctly.

Either way, it's been something at the back of her mind for a while now, even if she's never given any serious thought to act upon the desire to investigate... Until now, apparently, when she just so happens to pass by during her usual patrol at ungodly hours. Ciel's no amateur at this, specializing in stealth and well deserving of her true profession and title of 'agent', so even if there are non-drone members within the household, she ought to be quiet and discreet enough to slip in by a window completely unnoticed. This theoretically shouldn't take long, she's just wondering if there's anything noteworthy in the house! That means checking the basement would be top priority, buuut she should be able to afford a side trip or two in the living room/study... Charles is out now, probably for his usual midnight stroll, so it should be fine, no worries!~

...Except when have things ever gone to plan, huh. Time is definitely going to end up passing faster than she'd expected, after coming across a certain discovery that she definitely couldn't have guessed. Now when is Charles coming home, she might just need to ask him about this in person, even if she has initially planned for him to NOT find out about her impromptu break-in...]

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[encored]

[he snickers softly to himself, stepping away from Abel after shaking his head.]

A good book is more relaxing to me than the finest cup of tea. [which is true enough, even if it's partially an excuse in this particular case. his "good" mood is fluctuating terribly today, and since he's managed to recapture a sliver of it, he isn't keen on letting it go.]

[bloodsugar]

[ah. he's torn...

Charles seems to have regained some modicum of his equilibrium, but Abel had a firsthand taste how quickly that could unfold. it isn't a comfortable thought he would be leaving with the potential of something terrible happening if he did...

...and, the simple fact that once again, he'd be admitting he was useless in the face of a friend's pain. if he can't even do this much for him, then...]

...

[in the end, the priest is trapped in his own futility, at a loss and staring at the chiropteran make his retreat, uncertain what to do. go...? is he only making this worse?

or is there something he can do to help him--? damnit...]

[encored]

[he stoops over to pluck his book back from the small table he had set it on earlier, resting a hand on the cover with some measure of fondness. after a quick glance toward the window, he turns back to face his disgruntled guest.]

Well then? There are plenty of exits for you. Through the door you came [a gesture there he's like a real flight attendant] or through the window, which I could personally show you to.

[bloodsugar]

[he only leaves another few beats of debate before he feels his choice is made for him. much as he is far from vastly interested in his own well-being, he's not foolishly seeking out needless harm to his person. the threat of a certain exit out the window hints at further violence, and that's the last thing he wants when it would serve absolutely no purpose at all.

Abel's shoulders slope.

...there's nothing more he can do here. not by being present, and not by infringing on the peace Charles is requesting in no uncertain terms. so...

he starts (pathetically, of course) making his way to the door (with a limp in his step-- thank you, Charles, he appreciates your generosity this afternoon...) but...

he hesitates once he's reached it, one hand lightly on the doorframe.]

...it must be hard for you. You're not used to having others to fall back on... to chase after you when you run away, are you? Having someone who's willing to stick around even when you try to push them away.

[he tilts his head in Charles' direction-- not enough to make eye contact; it's a slight and brief gesture.]

Take whatever time you need to learn that's not the case anymore. As long as you learn it, Charles.

[he's making his way out of the door, quietly; just as he requested, he'll make his way out. maybe the only thing he can do is remain his friend when all is said and done. as underwhelming as it seems... he can understand that sometimes, something simple like that holds more value than words ever could.]

[encored]

[whoops he had entirely forgotten about that kick... it's pretty easy to do when Abel hadn't looked like he was affected by any hit he was delivered! there's a brief moment of satisfaction - very take that and childish - but it's quickly swept away by those parting words.

it's true, of course, as the pointed observations he makes often are. he doesn't know why he's still taken by surprise when he catches glimpses of the observation Abel is capable of. he banks on being able to push others away, and up until his arrival in Mayfield, he had been successful nine times out of ten. reacting normally to such a big change is definitely outside of his abilities and it shows, and he knows it shows, which just agitates him.

Abel's words are met with a silence he doesn't break until the priest is out the door and on his way to leave the house. he chews on his bottom lip in anxious frustration, paces from the table to the window and back again several times, puts his book down and picks it back up.

ruined.

of course he'd leave the interaction with his delicate mood ruined again. he laughs when he feels like crying, and even though his frantic energy is piquing again, he forces himself to sit back in his chair (after fixing that little gap between curtains). there's nothing to do now but read. read, and shove the past forty-eight hours of interaction to the unpleasant corner at the back of his mind.]