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Title: Trial and Error
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Characters: Guy
Genre: Angst, Drama
The second he'd turned twenty, Guy had gone to the nearest, cheapest bar Baticul could offer and gotten so drunk he'd passed out on the way back to the manor. Later, as he suffered through a horrible, vomiting hangover, Pere sitting at his bedside with a soft, wrinkled hand upon his forehead, he'd thrown an arm over his eyes and cried. Drinking himself into a stupor hadn't made him forget a thing, not even for a moment.
He had been hoping it would.
Guy had scared the maids, and Luke as well. While they hadn't seen or heard him crying -only Pere was allowed into his room, as his request, and somehow Madame Fabre had managed to convince the Duke to leave the reprimand and punishment for later, bless her soul- they'd heard him getting sick at an alarming frequency. Luke, while he wasn't permitted to enter Guy and Pere's quarters by command of his father -having fed him the excuse of improper fraternization with the unbefitting of his status, although Guy suspected the Duke saw him as a threat in multiple ways, especially after catching him at Luke's window once before- the young aristocrat contented himself with settling in the hallway, just beside the door, ignoring Ramdas' pleas to move (as sitting on the floor outside a servant's room was rather undignified). When night fell, Luke even went as far as to drag a spare set of blankets and pillows to curl up before the door he'd relentlessly kept vigil on the entire day.
As Guy left in the early hours of the morning to bathe, he'd nearly tripped over the redheaded bundle. The bath was temporarily forgotten as Guy sat beside Luke, gently stroking his hair for nearly an hour, careful not to wake him. Mary's bloodied face faded a little from his mind as he did.
When Luke had confided in him later that day that he'd felt safer sleeping outside of Guy's room, on the floor, than he did inside of his own, Guy's stomach clenched and the realization he'd been subconsciously dreading dawned upon him.
He would never have his revenge.
ILU, fontech~
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Characters: Guy
Genre: Angst, Drama
The second he'd turned twenty, Guy had gone to the nearest, cheapest bar Baticul could offer and gotten so drunk he'd passed out on the way back to the manor. Later, as he suffered through a horrible, vomiting hangover, Pere sitting at his bedside with a soft, wrinkled hand upon his forehead, he'd thrown an arm over his eyes and cried. Drinking himself into a stupor hadn't made him forget a thing, not even for a moment.
He had been hoping it would.
Guy had scared the maids, and Luke as well. While they hadn't seen or heard him crying -only Pere was allowed into his room, as his request, and somehow Madame Fabre had managed to convince the Duke to leave the reprimand and punishment for later, bless her soul- they'd heard him getting sick at an alarming frequency. Luke, while he wasn't permitted to enter Guy and Pere's quarters by command of his father -having fed him the excuse of improper fraternization with the unbefitting of his status, although Guy suspected the Duke saw him as a threat in multiple ways, especially after catching him at Luke's window once before- the young aristocrat contented himself with settling in the hallway, just beside the door, ignoring Ramdas' pleas to move (as sitting on the floor outside a servant's room was rather undignified). When night fell, Luke even went as far as to drag a spare set of blankets and pillows to curl up before the door he'd relentlessly kept vigil on the entire day.
As Guy left in the early hours of the morning to bathe, he'd nearly tripped over the redheaded bundle. The bath was temporarily forgotten as Guy sat beside Luke, gently stroking his hair for nearly an hour, careful not to wake him. Mary's bloodied face faded a little from his mind as he did.
When Luke had confided in him later that day that he'd felt safer sleeping outside of Guy's room, on the floor, than he did inside of his own, Guy's stomach clenched and the realization he'd been subconsciously dreading dawned upon him.
He would never have his revenge.
ILU, fontech~