#albrecht

- question the divine like it’s the only thing that should be done

- obsess over truth until they half-break themselves

- always teeter between brilliance and madness

- use archaic language

- are sharp, a little unhinged, yet somehow caring in their own way

- thrive on logic like others do on their favorite pastime

…that intrigues me so much?

Summary: Theodore must leave for Clan, and the Classico household has to live with it.

Warnings: None. Theodore is around 13 here.

Words: 300

Prompt: June 27th – Wherever you Will go – the Calling / “To watch you, to guide you"

The air is crisp in those early hours, sky clear and blue as if covered by a sheet of glass. On the steps, Albrecht takes a deep breath, watching the men moving around the carriage.

“Careful with that, I have some important books in there… yes please, put that box with me – thank you!”

Theodore’s among them, giving some last-minute directions as he surveys the finishing touches. His belongings are all stored away – Albrecht had helped with that himself – and so all that remains now is the last few items he’ll need for the journey.

Once that’s done, the men step away, and everyone goes quiet.

“Young Master.”

Theodore turns to look at Albrecht. How strange, that it hits Albrecht only now – right outside the mansion, on the morning of Theodore’s departure to Clan.

The size of him. His height. The cut of his shoulders, his jaw, the baby fat long gone.

Albrecht takes another breath, forcing the words out. “I wish you safe travels. Please let us know as soon as you’ve settled.”

Theodore smiles, and Albrecht bows, feeling his neck itch. Lord Dino had refused to join them; yet the curtains to his study are drawn, windows open.

“To watch you, to guide you… has been my biggest pride. I look forward to seeing what kind of vampire you’ll become.”

There’s a pause, Albrecht still bowing respectfully – and then a weight crashes into his chest.

“Really, Albrecht,” Theodore laughs, pink-cheeked and bright as he hugs him close. “I appreciate the sentiment, but please – save these kinds of farewells for gloomier occasions. I won’t be away forever, alright?”

He pulls away, and oh, how much he’s grown. With a last I’ll see you, stay safe! Theodore boards the carriage, and Albrecht watches it go until it disappears from sight.