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Chapter 2

This one is a tiny bit shorter! These are just filler chapters for context for awhile, sorry!
TWS: Not wanting to eat, Negative Self Talk
Thats it really! This one is mostly set in Clotted’s mind as he gets used to Mansion Madeleine

-Cinna

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Clotted blinked as he stepped foot into House Madeleine, while he was used to impressive homes and fancy things for show. This was something else altogether, he wouldn’t be surprised if Madeleine told him the house was the divine light at how bright it was. He shifted awkwardly as he glanced at Madeleine, finally speaking.
“Are you.. positive I will be welcomed here?” He questioned, his voice wavering as he swallowed anxiously. He didn’t want to intrude on the family, he knew how close they were and who was he to intrude?

Madeleine looked at the ex consul, laughing softly as he folded his arms.
“Clotted, my friend! Of course you will be! This is.. an urgent situation but not only that, any friend is welcomed here!” He gently reminded, before looking ahead as his aunties came rushing along.
“What’s happening?!” His first aunt cried, his second one soon joining in as they rushed over to the pair.
“We heard of the terrible news!” She similarly cried, his third aunt nodding with pity.
“Come- come along! We have plenty of spare rooms! We will get you the finest! The best!” They all agreed as they rushed off.
Madeleine raised a brow and smiled softly at Clotted, shrugging his shoulders.
“I told you, my friend. All will be okay, I assure you. Yet for now, let’s go with them okay? We may discuss everything later, but now food and rest is the most pressing matter!” Madeleine insisted in a similar tone to his aunts, gently leading Clotted Cream up the stairs and following his aunts to whatever room they had chosen.

Clotted glanced at the room, immediately overwhelmed by..Well, everything. It was far grander than his old room, he could see himself sinking into the silky sheets of the king sized bed already. He shakes his head a little, he didn’t deserve the luxury of such joyful thoughts. He was lucky enough that Madeleine had run into him, not that he deserved all this. He was the reason Financier was killed, it should’ve been him. He knew that, with every breath he took, he knew he shouldn’t be here. But the likelihood of getting out of this home without someone stopping him, masking their smile with concern? It was very little, and he didn’t have the energy to argue or to run. His body felt weak, he hadn’t rested properly since he had gotten to the Vanilla Kingdom, truthfully. He had so much going on, juggling the ideas of how to get the soul jam and please everyone else was rather difficult. It didn’t leave his brain much space to shut down and allow him to rest.

“Clotted Cream? Dear? Do you like it?” Madeleine’s third aunt spoke up, they were all watching him now. He had kinda spaced out while admiring the room, perhaps they had been trying to speak to him for awhile yet he hadn’t answered. Blinking a little, he was pulled from his disassociation, he looked around. Tensing up immediately, he could feel all their eyes burning into him. He hated it, from a young age he had dealt with social anxiety, it took him a long time to even make eye contact with others. Of course now he had to do it, he was known as charismatic and polite, manners held above everything else.
“Y.. yes.. I..” Clotted began, his voice sounded hoarse, it was rather strained. He struggled to speak properly, it was likely a mix from him screaming, crying, and the argument he had endured with his father.
“I like it.. it is.. nice.. thank you all, I appreciate your kindness towards me..” he continued, yet he sounded so.. hollow. He seemed like a mere shell of the consul he used to be, he hugged himself as his stomach growled. He sighed internally, he wasn’t feeling like eating but alas, he supposed his body needed it.