text.

[faking]

Luca Macken is dead again



[it's possible he won't respond to much over the NV, or at least with nothing terribly substantial. for housemates' reference, he's shut away inside of his personal bedroom, nightgowned, sleeping for most of this past while.]

Comments

[Action]

[littlest_lord]

You needn't get up now but you must, in the near future. But not now.

[Action]

[faking]

I mustn't. I'm tired, is all.

[Action]

[littlest_lord]

You can`t remain tired forever. What am I to do, if you do?

[Action]

[faking]

Sell sweets. [Eyes are lightly closed again.]

[Action]

[littlest_lord]

That's not much of an existence at all.

[Action]

[faking]

[His face screws up, and his eyelashes are wet, though his eyes remain closed.] I'm tired of it, of them, existences. I'm tired of existences...

[Action]

[littlest_lord]

You need to exist. For me. You know that, don't you? I can't exist without you.

[Action]

[faking]

[There's barely desperation when he speaks.]

But what if my heart has turned to dust?

[Action]

[littlest_lord]

Don't say such things.

[Action]

[faking]

[For a moment, Alois looks like he's going to cry, but he doesn't. Instead, he sinks a little more, and shuts his eyes again.]

Before, I... stopped. I didn't know how to do anything anymore.

[Action]

[littlest_lord]

_{[When he sinks, Ciel simply curls tighter.]}

You'll know once again. I'll help you. What more can I do or say?

[Action]

[faking]

[If it helps - even a little - Alois looks at Ciel, really looks at him, like he's awake and clear. But his expression is perplexed, and a little taken aback.]

I don't know.

[Which is scary. Alois hasn't felt scared in a while, and it's not a welcome sensation.]

[Action]

[littlest_lord]

You'll know in due time. For now, just rest.