It Is Always Raining Here: A Cielois Twoshot (#Wattys2017)

Part One: The Spider

"The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout.
Down can the rain and washed the spider out."

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He disliked the gloomy weather. It reminded him of what he felt so long ago. The uncanny suffering that had physically and mentally plagued his mind. The rain was a symbol of his misfortune. The storm clouds that were considered his treacherous past had rolled over him, the heavy downpour was his misery from such traumatic events.

Alois Trancy hated rain.

Too long had it reigned upon him, this rain had. But this was no light drizzle to cool down a heated summer day, this was a monsoon of lecherous proportion forcing him to stay locked inside all on his lonesome in the confines if his overly large, luxuriously stuffy manner.

Of course, the Earl himself was not physically alone, for there were many servants that stalked the very wayward and winding hallways of his massive estate. Many who had taken care of him for quite a prolonged amount of time. They were of a different sort and their master held his expectation of their obligational performances whether they were to clean him up or simply just to entertain the blonde. He held them accountable for almost everything around the manor.

Anyone who hadn't truly gotten to know Earl Trancy would think him mad on the grounds as to what he would order his servants to follow through on. For they did not know simply one of the deep secrets that had enveloped this young boy. Only at the age of fourteen, Alois Trancy had suffered enough loss and anguish to last him a lifetime.

But that was unimportant to Alois, for it was simply the past. For it was simply rain. There was nothing to fear any longer, as now he was free from the burdens that had once pillaged his proud, strengthening soul.

He sat at his study, elbow perched upon the mahogany desk, hand suspending his head which hung lazily as he watched the rain drizzle and splatter aimlessly onto the windows. The blonde Earl let out a small sigh, wishing for the rain to cease, wishing for something to greatly occupy his mind other than this horrid downpour that spilled outside of his homestead.

"Master," a deep voice called from behind the door and Alois Trancy snapped his sharp, icily ironic gaze over to the threshold in which his butler was standing behind the thin layer of wood which divided his study from the adjacent hallway. Alois almost stood up in pure excitement, alas, he needn't the outside when he had his trustworthy manservant to occupy his waking days for what could feel like an eternity.

"Come in, Claude," he said, straightening up the papers in his desk, ruffling them up some to look as if he was busy with work yet he knew he had none.

In came his most handsome butler, waist coat draped down at his sides most suavely, his hair swept to one side in an incredibly attractive manner. His appearance always excelled Alois's expectations and the rambunctious teen earl most approved of it.

His manservant had wheeled in a metallic tray, one the blonde had seen many times before, up to the front of the oaken desk. Claude straightened his glasses and took up a medium-sized porcelain teapot, one Alois had never seen before yet he recalled the man informing him of an arrival of a new set of silver and glassware had arrived just yesterday, carefully Claude had poured in the steaming liquid into a white cup with blueish trim, setting it down in front of the other with a delicate manner.

Alois snatched up the teacup with vigor, two fingers and his thumb wrapped around the handle to prevent himself from being burnt. He held it up to his lips, closing his eyes to inhale the flavorful aroma and then blew way the steam before taking a small sip, swishing the steaming liquid in his mouth. The boy let it singe his tongue and mouth despite the pain he had felt, and then let the scorching tea flow down his throat. He opened his eyes and ran his charred tongue over the roof of his mouth as he smirked up at his butler. There, he sat the cup down and let out a satisfied grunt, perking his eyebrows tauntingly.