♔: He suddenly felt more at liberty to mention the events on his mind, if not subtly, to the blue-haired earl. They were in a far more private place and although Alois wondered if he really had the authority to be in a private parlour, permission was the least of his worries at the moment. He took a moment of hesitation, and when he did speak, it was gently for once. “Yes, I think there is something I’d like to discuss with you” he stated simply.
He could have tried to sugar-coat his words, but he didn’t want to be vague about it and he didn’t want to belittle his own experiences. They were suppressed with in him all the time, and he spent so long making subtle hints about his perpetual discomfort to his butler to try and grab some sort of desperate attention from him; he didn’t want to take the situation likely. He just wanted to know if his assumptions about Ciel were true.
“I think I know someone you used to…” He was being too vague, and he knew the other earl would grow tired and leave if he continued to make him try and guess. However, he also didn’t mean for his words to come out in such a blatant cascade when he decided to get to the point. “I’m sorry, but do you ever remember meeting anyone named Jim Macken?” he asked bluntly.
He realised he’d been too forward, but he’d learned too many times that you cannot change what’s already been said or done. He would either regret saying it or he wouldn’t. He could only bite his bottom lip in anxious await of the blue-eyed earl’s reply.
♕ || If Ciel had allowed him to come with him and he’d walked with so much confidence down the otherwise empty halls, obviously they were alright to be there. For now Ciel saw no reason for them to make themselves particularly comfortable, he didn’t have a clue how long or short this conversation would end up being even if it was leaning towards the former.
Hearing the “I think I know someone you used to” piqued Ciel’s curiosity, and it showed as much on the raised eyebrow and the extra attention Ciel was paying attention. At the very least if it turned out this boy was lying he could get back to the party and force some socialization for something to do.
But as soon as he heard the name it rang an instantaneous bell in Ciel’s mind, and he was transported back two years to a dark, dank basement where he amongst two dozen other boys, one of them being brave enough to speak to the one sitting beside him. Equally as scrawny, and just as dirty and disheveled. Now that his memories were flooding back to him and it was coming back with perfect (much to his dismay) clarity, the boys face did look familiar. The color of the eyes, although the blonde hair is a lot cleaner and well kept this time, as are his clothes, but the shape of his face, it was familiar. And the realization was spreading all over his face, but there was one thing that was confusing him based on something this boy had said not long ago.
But a few minutes ago you said your name was Alois Trancy. You can’t be both of them, that’s not possible to be two people.