Eternal Love

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F/d: Favourite/Dress

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[Alfred and the Professor finished getting changed]

PROFESSOR

My grandson, 
We are off to explore.
Don't rush yourself.

[Y/n smiled at them and waved them off, waiting for the door to close so he could get dressed. He stands up and heads to the corner of the room, where his dresses were laid out. He chose F/d and started to get out of his nightclothes. Meanwhile, Chagal had just passed two of his newest guests, and wandered to their room, in case something was wrong. Definitely not just to try and flirt with the one he believed to be a woman. He peeked through the keyhole, watching as the male bends down to grab his dress. Chagal jumps backwards, and speed walks away, eyes wide at the fact he just saw another man's dick. Y/n looks towards the door at the sound, quickly dressing and opening the door, only to see no one. He shrugs and goes to find his grandfather and friend. Chagal joins his wife and mistress outside, forcing himself to forget what he saw]

REBECCA+MAGDA+CHAGAL

Everything's bright when the snow glistens in the sun.
Time goes by fast when you're sitting outside in fresh air.
My saw cuts the wood like a knife through butter.
And during goose-plucking, the feathers fly around.
Everything's fine when the sun melts the cold away.
The fresh air makes our labour much easier.
What a joy it is to swing my knife around!
Everything has to be better today!

[A grunt is heard and the three drop their things and rush to the door. Chagal closes the door when the women are inside and turns around to greet the visitor]

CHAGAL

At your service, Mr Koukol!
What can I do for you,
On this fine morning? [Koukol groans]
Candles! [Koukol points and nods at him]
Oi, that's too bad,
We're short ourselves! [Koukol jumps at him]
Ah, it's okay, Koukol!
Don't get upset!
Didn't I say we don't have any candles? [He jumps again]
I'll find some, don't worry!
Wait here!

[Chagal runs inside while Sarah leans out the window. Koukol points at her]

KOUKOL

You!...
Tonight!...
Come!
You!
Tonight!

CHAGAL

Here you go, Koukol.
Two dozen, non-dripping. [He grabs them and walks off]
Extend my humble regards to His Excellency.
Remind him of his unpaid debts once in a while!

[The professor, Y/n and Alfred walk outside with Rebecca and Magda]

PROFESSOR

Too bad that gentleman has already gone!
Who was that? [Alfred looks up at Sarah's window while Y/n starts talking to Magda]
A cri__le -
But you fear him!
That's a puzzle I want to solve.
Logic! Logic!
The way to truth is logic! [Chagal warns Alfred and returns to chopping wood, slightly glaring at Y/n while he helps her sew]
Why are you scared?
Of whom and how?
Where does this man come from?
What keeps you so silent?
And which of you was so mean,
To almost bash my head in last night? [Rebecca looks away]
No one can confuse me,
The only thing that matters to me is fact.
No one can mislead me,
Because I only trust certainties.
I seek truth!
And truth always demands clarity!
My mind is incorruptible,
I study the positives.
I am never superficial,
I always look deeper.
Because truth always demands clarity!
My thirst for knowledge never rests,
As long as there's doubt still in me.
I don't allow secrets,
I never stop questioning.

How and what and who and where and when?
How and what and who and where and when?

REBECCA+MAGDA

Everything's easy when the day began with music.
Much is achieved,
When you forget your sorrows.
No one needs to be angry or tortured today.

As long as no one asks stupid questions!

[The professor walks over to Alfred and motions for Y/n to stand with them, whispering into their ears]

PROFESSOR

When suspicions in me rise and tell me,
Someone's hiding something from me.
Then I try with all my might,
To find out the truth.
Even in the crib,
I already started bending my toys open. [The young men follow him as he walks away]
In my wild thirst for knowledge,
I even dismantled the cuckoo clock!
Whether Easter Bunny or Santa Claus,
I never let myself be deceived.
In school, I quickly found out,
That every teacher is a liar.
No answer given could ever satisfy me.
While buried in books,
I learned about all the mysteries of nature!
I believe that reason will triumph in the end.
And may the professor's guild ignore my knowledge,
But I hate emotions, no one can provoke me.
With no thought for my safety,
I wi always follow truth!
My mind is incorruptible,
I study the positives.
I am never superficial,
I always look deeper.
Because I collect evidence,
And evaluate motives.
Yes, the only thing I serve,
Is progress and human culture!

REBECCA+MAGDA+CHAGAL+PROFESSOR

His mind is incorruptible.
He studies the positives.
He is never superficial.
He always looks deeper.
Because he collects evidence,
And evaluates motives.
Yes, the only thing he serves,
Is progress and human culture!
For human culture!
I seek truth, I seek clarity.
For human culture.
For progress and human culture!
For human culture.
I seek truth, I seek clarity.
For human culture.
For progress and human culture.
For human culture.
I seek truth, I seek clarity.
For human culture.
For progress and human culture.
For human culture.
For human culture.
For human culture.
For human culture.

PROFESSOR

Where a goose is plucked,
There will be a roast.
Where there's snow and ice,
No tomatoes will grow.
Where there's nightly ruckus,
No one can sleep.
And where there's someone hunching,
You'll find a Count!
I'd bet the Nobel Prize,
That the hunchback is his servant! [He rushes to Alfred and his Grandson]
Why didn't you follow him?
Any child could figure that out!

[Y/n shakes his head and heads back inside, a growing headache due to his Grandfather's rambling fills his brain. He walks to their room again and sits on the chair, looking out the window at the castle beyond the trees, which Abronsius had yet to notice somehow. He looks away as he hears the rambling still going on outside and takes notice of the bookshelf, which he immediately picks out a book with a forest-green cover. He takes his time reading, attempting to visualize each sentence in a daydream, it was a short romance story, following a fated love between a human boy and a girl the size of his thumb. Y/n had read a similar book once, it had the same characters but a different ending, Arrietty, he believed the name was. This one showed a tale of her elder sister, who had managed to go through her love story. Although, the last few pages were blank, which he questioned, but assumed it had been written by a previous dweller of the room had been writing during their time here, unable to finish due to no longer having the room. Alfred walks in the room]

ALFRED

Y/n?
I've been meaning to ask,
Does it bother you,
That people believe you as a woman?

Y/N

Not anymore,
It only means that
I suit the dresses I wear.

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:)

Wasn't a lot of Y/n in this chapter but I promise he will be speaking more in other chapters