mousepad-d2 Part 1 is over!ヽノ
Part 1 is over!ヽノ
[The second part may be a little slower, but it doesn’t matter _(:з√∠)_(Be serious, hey)]
☆、Albedo1
Ralph did not expect that he would meet Theo Clovis again so soon.
It was he who saw each other first on the street.
He was struggling to move through the crowd, trying to protect the figs, white lead, and half a snakeskin in the pocket of his robe.He also needs to buy lye, vinegar, honey and magnesia, but the crowds are too much for him to bear, and he is tired of the long stares of foreign traders on him every time he buys something. ("He must be an alchemist," they whispered after he turned—as if he really couldn't hear: "I hear these crooks always like to wear black robes. He's lame!" And La Ruff laughs loudly.)
As he walked back he saw a man standing in front of the spice shop to his right.
His profile had appeared countless times in Ralph's damned dreams.
That was Theo Clovis.
Ralph had heard a lot about Clovis during the past six months: he claimed to have made Azot—or Panasia, whatever the rubbish name—and was courted by many alchemists in the Alchemy Tower.They called him an "unbelievable alchemist" and some of the medicines he made even made their way to Ralph's neighborhood - which shows how great Clovis is among the alchemists now He was already a character—but Ralph had always scoffed at the idea that he had become Azot. ("Why didn't he refine the Philosopher's Stone?")
He hadn't forgotten what had happened half a year ago, and it made him hastily put his hood on, trying to stay unobtrusively away from the spice shop to avoid the embarrassment of having to talk to Clovis or being recognized.There must be a reason for Clovis to be here all of a sudden, he thought at that moment, but that has nothing to do with me, and preferably never will.
As he limped his way through the market crowd, he felt someone slam into his back.
"Which little bastard—?!" he snarled.
The people behind him let out a familiar laugh.
It took Ralph a moment to realize that the voice was Clovis's.
Damn it.
"Look who I've met on this trip? I wasn't sure just now—" Clovis drew out behind him in a repulsively arrogant tone: "Mr. Ralph Melotte, this is terrible What a big surprise."
To his ghost surprise.
He turned slowly and gave a smirk. "Surprise," he said dryly, "who said it wasn't, Clovis?"
Theo Clovis gave him the same smirk.
It looked almost identical to Ralph's old colleagues.
He found Theo Clovis in his loathsome robe with the Alchemy Tower insignia, holding the damned Nick Flamel in his hand.The look on his face was almost exactly the same as that of his colleagues who pushed him off the alchemy tower: a group of arrogant, opinionated, self-righteous followers, funny asses-although Ralph's own character has nothing to do with them Very different, but he was convinced they were even more intolerable.
But Clovis's face was still clean and handsome, exactly the same as when Ralph first met him.In this noisy and crowded bazaar, the smirk on his face seemed to be shining like a gem. This discovery made Ralph horrified and delighted, and he couldn't even open his mouth at this time.
He stood there staring at the corners of Clovis' upturned mouth, opening and closing his lips in vain trying to make a sound—like how much he was really pleasantly surprised to see him. (“Not for a second, not even a second, is a joke.”)
"I guess it's not a good place to catch up," Clovis finally said, smiling under his gaze. "How about a different place?"
"I don't want to talk to you about this—" Ralph said gruffly, but before he could finish his sentence, Clovis wrapped his arms around his shoulders with an unaccountable intimacy.
As if a bug had crawled through his shoulder and bit his heart, Ralph jumped out of Clovis' arms and shook his hand away.
"Don't touch me," he growled.
He regretted the sentence: he sounded impersonal and overly rude.This is not his intention, he should be more careful.But then he thought: Why should I be careful?He is obviously the type of person I hate the most now, and he doesn't like me too much. What's wrong with me doing this?
He tried to convince himself with this reasoning, but couldn't hold back the glare at Clovis - which made him mortified.
He saw Clovis froze for a moment.
Then he shrugged, seemingly nonchalantly. "Sorry," he said.
He didn't seem to have any dissatisfaction, and Ralph should have been happy about it, but he found he didn't.
This again irritated Ralph a little: his emotions became out of control when he was with Clovis.
"Where do you want to go?" he said gruffly at last.
☆、Albedo2*
"How's your life?" said Clovis, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair in a nonchalant gesture: "You may have noticed—I've joined the Alchemy Tower. I've heard a lot in it. Regarding your matter, they said that you seem to have fallen from the alchemy tower. Is this true? Is this the reason for your lameness? You insulted your teacher and colleagues because of disagreement?"
Ralph frowned.
Anger started racing through his veins.
Clovis didn't even try to hide the malice and insult in his tone, and he made Ralph start to think that he was stupidly wasting his time on a ridiculous idiot.
Ralph couldn't deny that he still had naive fantasies about him before Clovis opened his mouth to say that, but now...
But now he still can't deny it. ("Ridiculous, ridiculous.")
He even started to hate him for it.
"If you're just going to say these stupid things, you'd better get out now. The alchemist's upbringing has been the same for decades. Congratulations on upgrading from a stupid to an idiot troll. Get out of here, Clovis, see You're just out of luck."
Ralph sneered when he saw with satisfaction that Clovis's face had suddenly turned ugly.
His stomach hurts again, but he tries to ignore it.
The corners of Clovis's mouth twitched, and Ralph realized with horror that he found a secret, condescending pleasure in watching the other's contorted expression.He scolded himself in his heart, but he couldn't suppress the joy.
"I noticed it when I was in Habsburg," Clovis said, and Ralph noticed that his voice was trembling. Do anything to be sorry for you, but your attitude is—” He paused, looking as if he was trying to find the most vicious and obscene word in his mind: “It’s—! And you think I didn't know you were always looking at me secretly - I remember it clearly, your eyes made me sick! You reminded me of those..."
He stopped suddenly.
Clovis looked up and down Ralph's pale face and raised his eyebrows—the anger and embarrassment caused by the memory of the past slowly disappeared from his face.There was a look on his face that Ralph couldn't say what it was, but it did make him uncomfortable.
He tapped on the arm of his chair. "...those perverts who like #1. Are you interested in me?" Clovis said, his blue eyes gleaming in the sun.
This time Ralph's lips began to quiver.
His ears were ringing, his abdomen was in pain, and his limbs were as cold as ice.
The words "a pervert who likes sodomy" hit his heart hard like a boulder.
He lowered his head to avoid Clovis' eyes, but the other's eyes were wrapped around him like silk threads, attached to every corner of his skin.He felt as if he had been helplessly stripped naked in front of a stranger, his naked body ugly and bruised.
He could almost feel the quality of that gaze.
Ralph's hands twitched uncontrollably, but luckily they were hidden under his cloak, out of Clovis' sight.
"...you fucking make me sick!" He tried to hide his panic and roared, his voice was much sharper than he usually sounded: "'cock rape'? Did the Alchemy Tower teach you this vicious and obscene term? I can't believe there are such disgusting things in this world!" He spat hard: "It's disgusting, Clovis. Don't put on this rooster face, I was blind before, but luckily I'm opening my eyes now: you're a filthy ass to me. Damn it, Clovis. I've never seen a dirtier ass than you."
Clovis was no longer provoked by his words.Ralph was horrified to discover this.
"I apologize to you," he said softly instead: "Melotte, I'm sorry, I haven't been able to control my emotions these two days. But you didn't speak very well before, did you?"
Ralph said nothing.He wants to leave.
In fact, he should have left long ago, and he should never have accepted Clovis' invitation.
"I apologize for what I said before," said Clovis, as if he really believed that if he said so, Ralph could act as if he hadn't heard anything before: "Do you live around here? "
Ralph stared at him, his jaw clenched.
"No." he replied.
The author has something to say: With the encouragement of the little angel "Li Daming", I regained my confidence! 【Nose up (you are really shameless)】
I feel that this chapter is written too fast, and some turning points are a bit blunt, so I put a symbol on the title to be changed (in this case, the whole text must have a small mark)
Clovis has slowly realized how to get along with Ralph...although he is a scum *underline highlighted*
ps. I don’t know why the previous replies disappeared, and I don’t know if the little angel saw it. All in all, I’m super happy that someone supports me!If jj hasn't spit out my reply after a while, I will reply again. [jj's comment system really makes people vomit blood]
☆、Albedo3
Ralph walked up and down his room.
The water clock on the table told him that he had wasted a long time (probably from the third to the sixth hour, who knows), but he still couldn't calm down and start practicing as usual.
"You live around here, don't you?" Clovis said yesterday before he left: "I heard that there is a master alchemist named Osius Valkyrie in Geppedia who wants to rent out his alchemy room. Do you know him?"
Of course Ralph knew about Osius Valkyrie.He was one of Ralph's former colleagues, though they had always loathed each other.When they were studying together in the Alchemy Tower, Ralph unceremoniously called him a "disloyal beggar"-Valkyrie is a person who became an alchemist in pursuit of money, and Ralph He believes that only those who are not greedy for money, have a pure heart and pursue and respect the truth are worthy of the title of alchemist. "You're dishonoring our reputation." Ralph once sneered at each other.
This is one of the reasons for his lameness.
But those pasts pale in comparison to Clovis's present questioning.
"Are you not going back to the Alchemy Tower?" He was confused by the information revealed in Clovis' words, which made him subconsciously ignore Clovis' first question, and also forgot that he should walk away now instead of walking away. Continue to sit on the spot: "Why don't you go back to the alchemy tower?"
Clovis smiled, and he looked much kinder now.
"Why can't I?" he replied: "I told Lord Susimos that there are too few women in the Alchemy Tower, and that without this feminine element, the alchemy process would be disharmonious and incomplete. He agreed with me. Opinion. If he didn't have a wife, he'd probably be moving out by now. Isn't that why you came here, Melotte?"
Of course Ralph didn't tell Clovis that he'd come here because it was the cheapest.
Guilt and shame writhed in his stomach, and Clovis' reasoning barely lifted his head.
"I know Valkyrie," he lowered his head to hide from Clovis' sight: "I did hear that he rents out the alchemy room, but I don't know how his alchemy room is. I have to go, I have to buy Lye, vinegar, honey, and magnesia..."
Clovis interrupted him gently. "I have a lot of these," he said. "I can give you some, but can you tell me where you live? If you don't want to see me, I can too." Write to you."
Ralph was speechless.Clovis now is a completely different person than he was just now.This reminded Ralph of their time in Habsburg, and his sarcasm and rejection seemed to be stuck in his throat by these uninteresting memories. His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't say a word. Spit it out.
Clovis smiled at him.
"I'm really sorry," he said, rubbing his sleeves. "I was too outspoken." He took a quick glance at Ralph's expression, then dropped his head: "- Embarrassing, but I've been missing you and my days in Habsburg, the alchemy tower was not what I thought it would be. I apologize for what I did before, but the way you acted and spoke to me, Ralph—may I call you that? You can call me Theo—Ralph, I wasn't too happy when you shook my hand away, I was only going to make a joke with you."
He leans forward.
He stretched out his hand.
His fingers were long and strong, and they gripped the back of Ralph's right hand, which he was trying to hide under his cloak.
"Forgive me, Ralph," he said. "I won't do that again."
Ralph looked at him.Theo Clovis's eyes were as blue as woad dye, and they looked at him so intently and tenderly.
He almost couldn't help thinking of the dream that he had almost forgotten: Clovis' fingers were hotter and stronger than in his dream, and he could almost feel the pulsating heart in Clovis' fingers. Heart.And his heart was trembling violently in his chest because of this, and he even suspected that soon, soon this heart would jump out of his chest, jump in front of Clovis, tell him those nasty and dirty dreams, let him He sees clearly his obscene nature and filthy soul.
As if stepping away from a piece of red-hot iron, he quickly wrenched his hand from Clovis's and walked away as fast as he could.
Clovis vaguely called his name behind him.
You shouldn't be thinking about that anymore, asshole.said Ralph to himself, have you forgotten what he said? "Picky pervert" Have you forgotten this sentence?And look at the water clock, how much time you waste.
But you think so of yourself too.How do you know he is really different from you?This thought flashed through his mind, but was quickly suppressed by him.
Sodomite pervert, he repeated to himself, you are a disgusting sodomite pervert.This is deity, it is immoral, it is disharmonious, and it is not allowed.
An alchemist can't be a disgusting sodomy.
He still didn't dare to touch the back of his right hand.
The author has something to say: "Li Daming" little angel's thunder and comments blew me out of the bottom of the lazy river【How long are you going to lie down】
...too unsteady, Ralph, his heart has been shaken so quickly *touches his beard and shakes his head* [Hey, where did you get the beard]
☆、Albedo4
Clovis was almost sure—Ralph liked him.It's the kind of unbearable love that belongs to a sodomite criminal.
In fact, he had noticed from the time when both he and Ralph were in the Habsburgs that Ralph was always watching him.His gaze was fixed on him secretly from the corners, from under his deliberately lowered eyelids, and from the gaps between the books.And every time Clovis showed that he was aware, that line of sight disappeared quietly.
This made him have to care.
He had a vague guess about the matter in his mind, but he didn't want to believe it: Ralph was too different from Ryan Clovis in both appearance and demeanor (he refused to admit that this gay was his Cousin), not to mention that Ralph is an alchemist recognized by him and should be respected. It is difficult for Clovis to accept the possibility that he is as much a sodomite as that rabbit of Ryan Clovis.
But he was almost sure now—Ralph liked him.It's the kind of unbearable love that belongs to a sodomite criminal.
It's disgusting.
Ryan Clovis ruined his past when he was 11 years old in what should have been a good time with Poiseus and Hermes.The rabbit had ruined him, with his filthy mutilated flesh and his obscene stare (he'd rather be stared at by Ralph than by that fag).To be honest, whenever I think of this, Clovis sincerely thank God: Fortunately, the gay guy is dead, otherwise I don't know what I would have done.
Sodomy is ugly.
A masculine cannot be converted into a feminine, and same-sex unions are incongruous, abnormal, and should not be allowed.Its existence is absurd, it is the product of the master creator [1], and it is the ugliest and most inferior part of this disordered world.
But from the bottom of his heart, Clovis can't deny that he enjoys Ralph's careful attention (or to put it more directly, the humility and longing when facing him), and he can't deny that he feels a kind of love because of it. Subtly smug (“Sure, being gay is disgusting, but it’s also a testament to my own attractiveness.”), and even more satisfying that he’s clearly aware of Ralph’s dirty little secret, but Ralph didn't know that - and what could be more pleasurable than that sense of control? (“No, no more.”)
During his time in Geppetty, Clovis intentionally or unintentionally increased the physical contact between him and Ralph. He stared at Ralph's face during the conversation, smiled and encouraged him, even though he felt that his Many opinions are pitifully outdated and inaccurate.Very, very occasionally he would test Ralph's response with vague words: "loved," "cherished," "most important," crap.
He was never "disappointed" by Ralph's reactions—the dodges, the blushes, the forced composure that made him sick and ridiculous at the same time.Sometimes he couldn't even contain the scorn and sneer on his face, but luckily he wasn't unable to make Ralph ignore them--thinking of it like this, Lane Clovis seemed to be really useful.
He might think I love sodomy as much as he does.He always thought, as he looked at Ralph's flushed face, that maybe he still thought I liked him.It's disgusting.
But he was content with that. ("Just a little bit and nothing more.")
hi and guess what?
He is right.
Ralph actually confessed to him.
The author has something to say: don't hit me [crying]
This paragraph is so difficult to write, although there are only a thousand and a few words, but I calculated, the hand speed of this chapter is about 10-20 words per hour [not so exaggerated (but really slow) 】
To avoid misunderstanding: Lane didn't fuck him, but he did try to seduce Clovis.
After thinking about it, I would like to add an explanation: [1]: The Great Master Creator is Demiurge, which refers to an evil and ignorant inferior god, who is lower than the highest god. [Or it can also be understood as Satan].If you are interested in Gnosticism and Platonism, you can look it up, it is quite interesting.
The second part is over! (?艸｀) The pace is so fast because my outline is very short, and my writing style is not suitable for writing long articles [I have learned a lot of lessons]
☆、Citrinitas1*
"I don't know what you think--" said Ralph.What he was about to say did not seem easy to him, for his face turned pale and his lips trembled, and Clovis noticed that sweat was breaking out of his brow: "—I don't know what you think, But I think you've been acting weird lately." There was a pause, and Clovis thought he was done.
Just when he was about to make a point of his own, Ralph went on again: "I'm not saying I hate your behavior: you've been nice to me lately, but it's not right."
It sounded confused, but Clovis understood him.
It made his heart stop for a moment.
He found out?He thought a little surprised, he found out that I was just watching his jokes, and felt contempt for his behavior?But how did he find out?Just because I've been nice to him lately?There could never be a more absurd suspicion.
Ralph seemed to know what he was thinking, for Clovis heard him let out a sneer.
"Don't look surprised," he said. "Don't you think so?"
Clovis opened his mouth again—but Ralph didn't seem to need any input from him, and he murmured to himself, "—it doesn't matter what you think, I—" His eyeballs quivered suddenly When he woke up, his complexion was as pale as if he was seriously ill.He stood there staring at Clovis for a moment, then staggered back a few steps as if drunk, until he was against the wall.
Perhaps it was the support of the wall that gave him courage, and Ralph's voice rose: "--you've probably figured it out, yes, that's it! I like you! I like you! I like you!" He repeated three times in succession. Over and over, each time sharper than the last.The last "I like you" is as harsh as a fingernail on glass.
Clovis took a few tentative steps in his direction.
Ralph was completely against the wall because of his few steps, and Clovis believed he would probably have embedded himself in it if he could.
"What's the matter with you, Ralph?" So he said with feigned concern, "I know you like me, because I like you too. You don't look very well, what's the matter?"
Ralph looked directly at him.
His body was still trembling, and his fingers were almost digging at the wall, but his eyes were brighter than Clovis had ever seen before.
He shook his head slightly.
"No, you won't like me." He said softly: "And you understand, I like you with desire. I am a disgusting 'chicken 1 criminal'. You must understand again But that's all."
Clovis didn't come any closer to him.
He stood where he was, not as sure as he thought he was.
When he was vaguely convinced that Ralph liked him, he had already imagined today's situation in his mind, but what actually happened was quite different from his imagination: in his imagination, Ralph should not be so painful and The image of madness.After confirming that he may also like him, he should be very excited, can't wait to confess to himself, and look forward to his response.His thinking is shallow, his expectations are unbearable and vulgar, and I will break his unrealistic fantasies and laugh at his pretentiousness and vulnerability.
In the end, he will say that magical stroke: "Didn't you say that you 'can only do alchemy'? Open your eyes and look at yourself. You don't deserve to be called an alchemist at all."
It might be Ralph's awareness of his hypocrisy; It's not as pleasant and high-spirited as he imagined.
He even started to sympathize with him.
"--you make me sick." It was all he could say at last.Every letter in the words was boiling hot, drying his lips and tongue, so he spoke in such a hurry and speed that it sounded unbelievably powerless.
In order to prove his momentum and attitude, he had to repeat again: "You make me sick!"
Ralph just leaned against the wall and watched him.
He wasn't even that pale after Clovis said that, he looked almost relieved.
"Yes, I am," he said. "Now I want you to get out of here and never appear in front of me again."
Clovis knew that he should indeed go, that he should go to the Alchemy Tower or wherever there was no Ralph Melott.But at this moment he hated him, he hated Ralph's indifference to his hypocrisy and disgust, he hated Ralph before he said the phrase "never appear in front of me again", but all this hatred, It's not as good as his hatred for those three "I like you".He hated these three words that had already taken root in his memory, and he hated himself even more for feeling pity for Ralph because of this.
He seemed to see himself in a state of embarrassment half a year ago again, but Ralph never cared - even though he had been out of the Alchemy Tower for many years, now he was unknown and his ideas were outdated, nothing but poverty and the past Nothing else, not even a goddam fag--he never cared, and he, Theo Clovis, was always the most messed up.
The hatred drove him, his hands were shaking with anger, he didn't even know he was talking.
"Are you trying to threaten me, Melotte? I haven't had time to tell you that I'm going back to the Alchemy Tower today, have I? If Helmont knows—"
He hadn't finished speaking when he saw Ralph bounce off the wall with unbelievable speed.Before he knew it, Ralph's hands were firmly around his neck.
His palms were wet and cold, trembling with such strength that Clovis had no doubts that he would strangle himself here.
"If you dare tell him a single letter, Theo Clovis--"
"No...cough...I don't...will."
Ralph stared at him.They had never been so close, Ralph's breath against his skin, and Clovis could clearly see his now flushed face through his dark brown eyes. ("It's ugly.") And he found a small mole on Ralph's skin near the hairline, and the lines of his cheekbones jutting out of the skin were almost graceful.
For a moment Clovis thought Ralph would kiss him.
But finally Ralph let go slowly, and the moment his hand left Clovis' neck, he slumped to the ground.
He didn't kiss him.
"You go." He just said.
The author has something to say: This paragraph is completely different from what I envisioned in the outline!one!Sample!
I think the writing of this paragraph is very sloppy now... I will probably revise it a few more times... [And I have used too many parallel sentences from the beginning to now]
Calvin stuck driving me crazy, sorry for the late update...
The original expectation was that there are still 3 chapters left before the end, but because the direction of this paragraph is completely wrong, the next plot will probably have to be changed [try to change it within 3 chapters]
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Changed three times ah ah ah ah ah ah!I think it is still very difficult to read!And it feels so bloody! ! 【Crazy】
ps. You should still remember Helmont... After counting, he is the only supporting actor who really gave the space
[I have to edit the full text again to add the specific age and time. Does the current timeline sound a bit messy? 】
☆、Citrinitas2*
Ralph sat on the ground.
Theo Clovis was gone long ago, fast as if he had wings, but if he really had wings, he'd better fly faster and farther, after this shameful "confession" Ralph swore that he would never want to see Clovis's face anywhere in his life.
If only I could be like Quicksilver.That's what he thought suddenly when Clovis said to him, "You make me sick."But the idea was so terrible (and impossible) that he immediately forced himself to forget it.But now he remembered it again.If only I could be like Quicksilver, he thought sincerely at this time, if that's the case, my individual harmony and perfection will be enough, and these "fags" and other shit may not appear in my life.
stand up.But soon he said to himself that it was ugly enough now.And it's been a week, what have you been doing in a week other than watching "The Wise Man's Ladder" and "Secret of Secrets"?To an alchemist you are unforgivable.Do you want to degenerate yourself and become a person dominated by evil?stand up!stand up!Think of the Philosopher's Stone!
But his legs seemed to have a soul of their own, they rejected the request from reason, stubbornly froze on the ground, and began to gradually integrate with it.Ralph gave up after trying for a while, deciding to let himself sit on the ground a little longer ("Only for a little while.")—his lower body was as cold as real stone, but he didn't bother to bother.
Together with his legs, his hands had soul, and they still couldn't stop shaking.Ralph tried to hold them together or tuck them under his arm, but it didn't help, he could still clearly feel the warmth of Clovis' skin in his palm and the throbbing veins under his skin.The sensation burned his palm and left a scar on it that he couldn't see.He's been trying to pick the scar off, and he's even bleeding his hand.
To no avail, none of his attempts succeeded.
Finally he gave up.
He sat on the ground again for a while.
"Truth is certain, beyond doubt. Below is the same as above, and above is equal to below, and the strangeness of something is at work. As all things arise from the one, and emerge from the observation of the one, so all things emerge from it through change. Born once..."【1】
Ralph paused because of the stomach pains—his stomach pains had been getting more frequent lately, and he sometimes vomited blood.He knew that he should go to a doctor, but he still needed to buy so many alchemy materials. If he found a doctor, where would he get the money to buy the alchemy materials?
If I do die, maybe it's all right.He coughed and thought, I shouldn't be alive. Except for the Philosopher's Stone, my life is full of sin and misery. As Clovis said, I am a disgusting person.I'm the last person to have the title "Alchemist".
He finally got up slowly (a fall in the process, but that was no big deal), his hands were still shaking, but not as violently as before.His stomach still hurts, and he staggers when he walks, but it's not impossible for him to walk to the desk and pull out the previously recorded formula from the pile of tomes.
This is enough.
Even at the end he couldn't help burying his face in his hands, but it wasn't a big deal.Really, nothing.
He never cries.Never even once.No.
The author has something to say: Alas, I forgot to post it after coding yesterday.
I feel that the writing of this paragraph is not very good...probably because it really didn't meet the outline...
【1】: It is "Jade Record", many alchemists will memorize this, they think it contains the truth they are looking for.
☆、Rubedo
At night Ralph could not sleep.
He hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time