Aloisia Chasterell And Whoever The Hell Is This Louis Or Alois Or Whatever Their Name Is?! - Blog Posts

Epilogue

I finally decided to tell Tori about the charcoal sketch. I invited her, and she came to my house. I showed her the sketch of Alois Vilhelm and said that he might've been the inspiration for my family members' names.

"Interesting. Who do you think wrote the endearments?"

"I don't know. The portrait dates from 1819, so the person who wrote it must've lived during those times.."

"The naming of Louis variant names was started by your fifth great-grandfather, right?" Tori asked.

I think about it for a while. "I don't think he's the one who wrote it, Tori. He's born in 1815, so he probably wouldn't address Alois by his first name."

"You're right, Al." Tori continued, "And it couldn't be your sixth great-grandmother, since your sixth great-grandfather and her divorced a year before."

Suddenly, I remembered about the exhibit.

"Tori? Remember about that letter from 'Victor'? What if.. what if Victor was indeed my sixth great-grandfather, and this Alois.. was his beloved?"

"We can't confirm it yet. We need more proof."

I replied quickly. "I got the sketch from a secret storage under my bed! Maybe there's more things in there!"

"Let's check it!" She turned on the flashlight function on her phone. I opened the secret storage and pulled out a pile of unsealed envelopes.

With shaking hands, I opened one of them and examined the content. A love letter for 'Victor', signed by "Your Beloved". Tori held Alois's sketch, and we compared his handwriting to the letter.

"It fits," we said in union. Then, Tori quickly opened her gallery app, viewing the letter from 'Victor', then comparing it with the endearments behind the sketch, and finally, to Claus Chasterell's handwritten original script of "The Knight and The Elven Bard".

"Is it him?" I asked. She nodded. "Yes, it is Claus's handwriting."

"So, does it mean, the reason my fifth great-grandfather named his son Alois.. is because Alois Vilhelm dated Claus Chasterell?"

"Yes."

We both looked at each other. We did it. We found out who's this Alois my family members are named after.

His name is Alois Vilhelm, and he's my sixth great-grandfather's lover.

(A/N : sorry if this is so rushed, guys! I just wanted to make sure this wouldn't end up unfinished like Cosette and Louisette.. also the secret is pretty guessable isn't it?)

Beans, My Beloved (Aloisia's POV)

I woke up. It seems like there's been a heavy rain last night. Raindrops were still visible on my window. I went out to check if any of my flowers were affected. Thankfully, they're quite alright.

"Meow!"

I searched for the source of the sound. A cat was hiding in a bush. I picked him up.

He's not hurt, but his white and black fur was wet. I took him in and dried his fur. I noticed something: his toe beans are pink in one paw and black on the other.

"Aloisia, what are you doing?" Mum suddenly appeared behind me. She saw the cat. "Oh, how cute! Too bad I'm allergic to cat fur, so he can't stay here.."

"Mum, I found him in a bush in the garden. He was hiding from the storm. I don't want him to get affected by the storm again..."

Mum sighed. "Fine, you can keep him. Just.. make sure there's no furs and you don't bring him near me, okay?"

I smiled. "Okay!" I carried the cat to my room. He laid down. "What should I call you, kitty?" He then stretched, showing his toe beans again.

I nodded. "I guess I'll call you Beans."

Bonus Chapter: After The Date (Tori's POV)

The bus stopped. I hugged Aloisia one last time before they walked home. Then, I walked to mine, just a few blocks away. I walked quickly, because I knew Papa must've cooked something nice. Even if he didn't, well, we could just eat instant noodles.

House no. 182. I knocked the door. Pops opened the door.

"How's the date, Tori?"

"Amazing!"

He patted my head. "Tell us more after you change your clothes, okay?"

I nodded. "Sure!"

After I changed into my PJs, I walked to the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"

"Hmm.. it's been a while since we ate instant noodles, right?" Pops asked, glancing at Papa.

"Instant noodles doesn't have that many nutrition, you know?" Papa asked back. But, he ended up grabbing a spicy cheese noodle. "This is the last one, too bad.." He smirked at Pops.

"I'll let you have it," Pops responded, picking a curry flavoured one. Papa pinched Pops' cheek softly (ugh they flirt like clingy teens). I grabbed the original fried noodle (fried here means that it has no broth, FYI) and we cooked it. After a few minutes, I mixed my noodles with the premade seasoning and fried onion.

I was going to walk to the living room and eat there with Pops (A/N: as a +62 citizen, this is actually how my family eats, even tho we have a dining table), but Papa patted my back. "Have some rice with it, kiddo. Noodles isn't really filling."

"Yes, Papa." The three of us sat down on the carpet of the living room. We ate.

"So, how's the date?"

"There's this new exhibit at the museum about same-sex relationships. They finally acknowledged that couple."

"I knew he's more than his confidant."

I smiled. "Also, dads, I.. I just had my first kiss with Aloisia."

"YOU WHAT?"

I nodded enthusiastically. Papa hugged me. Pops congratulated me. Then, Papa let go and looked at me.

"You should tell your mom after we finish!"

So, we finished our dinner, and then we came back to the living room. I brought my phone, turned it on, and video called Mama.

"Ah, Tori! Hello! And hello too, Victor and Robert!"

"Hi, Mama."

"How are you?"

"Good. Anyway, Mama, I wanna tell you something.."

She looked at me curiously. "What is it?"

"Mama, I just had my first kiss with my sweetheart."

She did the (:0) face. "Aww, congrats!" Then we talked more. Mama hanged up first. Me and my dads brushed our teeth and went to bed. Before I closed my eyes, I looked at a picture of me and Aloisia.

Today was a very nice day.

Disclaimer: Victor (aka Papa) is Tori's biological dad, while Robert (aka Pops) is Tori's stepdad

You've seen Aloisia and Tori's handwriting, so here's the ✨19th century gang✨

Norabella Oakley (left) and Alois Vilhelm (right)

(I drew Alois without a coat because I hadn't found any illustrations of 1819 coats)

He looks.. okay, I guess. Definitely not historically accurate, but it still kinda resembles the real thing :P

(A portrait of Claus Chasterell, A. Vilhelm, 1822)

Claus Chasterell (1783-1852) was a poet, playwright, and actor. Born to a working-class household, he found his luck on winter 1803, having Duchess Isabel of Ellster as his patron. (He later became independent with no patronage)

In Ellster, he met a lot of people who ended up being relevant to his life, such as Norabella Oakley, an actress that he married, only for them to divorce on 1818 (although they still had a good relationship, it just wasn't romantic anymore), and Alois Vilhelm, an artist who used to work as Duchess Isabel's guard, who was also his lifelong friend.

He gained popularity from his play, "Snowstorm", a tragedy, and his wonderful acting only adds to his fame. Although it wasn't the only reason..

Claus was also a very handsome man himself. Lots of people would storm the backroom before his play (where he starred) began, or after it ends, just to see him, or get a strand of his hair, if they're lucky. Percival Chasterell, his son, recounts an event similar to what was described in the previous sentences:

"Those people, they were rushing to the backroom to meet my father. I still can hear their footsteps, until this very day. It turned to such a terrible situation that Mr. Vilhelm, who was accompanying me in the theatre, had to come out and calm down the crowd."

There were some speculations about Claus, such as a theory of him being attracted to men. It originated from a play of him, "The Knight and The Elven Bard", that subtly hinted at romance between two men, and the discovery of some letters to a male recipient which seems to match his handwriting only strengthened the theory.

Claus Chasterell passed away in his birth town, Ferncliff, in 21 March 1852.

In case you're confused about the great-grandparents of Aloisia:

6th great-grandparents are born in the late 18th century.

5th great-grandparents are born in the 1810s.

4th great-grandparents are born in 1840s-early 1850s.

3rd great-grandparents are born in 1860s-1870s

2nd great-grandparents are born in late 19th century

Great-grandparents are born in 1920s.

Grandparents are born in 1940s-1950s.

Parents, aunts and uncles are born in 1970s-1980s.

The cousins, Al and Tori are born in late 1990s-2000s.

A Museum Date, Part 2 (click here for Part 1)

We were walking around in the exhibit. I found something related to my sixth great-grandmothers. But what truly catched my attention was an illustration with a touchscreen and some headphones below it.

"Tori?" I searched for her, but she's already in front of said screen. She looks fond of the illustration.

"Oh. Sorry for not noticing you, darling. I was.. distracted," she said, smiling guiltily. I examined the illustration. There were two men in typical 19th century clothing pulling each other to an embrace, although I couldn't determine which decade. Definitely made pretty recently, as the art style is very anime-ish, and I doubt 19th century artists ever knew about such things.

On the screen, there was only a play button. Tori and I wore the headphones and she pressed play. Classical music begins to play. I glanced at Tori. She looked like she was reminiscing about something.

"Aloisia, have I ever told you about the story behind this piece?"

"No, what is it?"

She sighed. "Well, the composer of this piece is my favourite composer. The meaning of his first name is connected to victory, just like me. And his lover, whom he dedicated this piece to.. well, his first and middle name is a variant of Louis and William, and your first and middle name.." I saw tears form on her eyes. "Aloisia Wilhelmina, is also another variant of those names too.."

"So you were thinking about us?"

"Yes."

I looked at her in the eye, and she understood what I wanted to say.

"You're allowed to."

We moved closer to each other and had our first kiss.

After visiting other exhibits, we returned to our own homes in the evening. I carefully put my shoes under the bed, but my hand hit something unfamiliar.

Anxiously, I tried to feel it. It feels like a knob. I decided to pull the knob upwards. It opened a small, discreet storage. There seems to be some papers inside. I randomly took one out, and it was a charcoal sketch of a man.

Under the man's sketch, there is his handwriting: Alois Vilhelm, self portrait, 1819, and on the other side of the paper, there is another handwriting that looked different to his: My Beloved, My Dearest Alois.

I guess I already knew who's this Alois my family members are named after. Just needed some little research about his connection with the family.

And definitely not now, because I'm already tired.

As you all might've noticed, I changed the title to "Aloisia Chasterell and whoever the hell is this Louis or Alois or whatever their name is?!".

A Museum Date, Part 1

(Author's note: there's a slight mention of period typical homophobia on the 8th paragraph)

Today, me and Tori are going on a museum date. We both wore our favourite outfits. We arrived at 11 am.

"Hey, what if we check that new section over there, Al?" Tori pointed to an exhibit with a sign that says "Violet Wreaths and Green Carnations".

"Sounds good." She held my hand and led me. Turns out, the new exhibit is about same-sex relationships in history.

There were lots of photographs, paintings, written records, you know, things you'll see at most museum exhibits.

"Allie, there's the original draft of that play you were talking about that day !"

"Really? Let's see it, then!"

We looked at the said script, carefully displayed inside a glass box. There's a sign beneath it.

«This is the original script of the play "The Knight And The Elven Bard" by Claus Chasterell. The Rosenhart Theatre refused to perform this version of the script because of its "depiction of unacceptable behavior"(this play depicted romance between two men), saying that it would ruin the public's impression of both Chasterell and the theatre itself. Chasterell then revised it, changing the terms of endearment Alois (the knight) and Albion (the bard) used to refer each other with to platonic terms such as friend, dear companion, etc. He also changed the kiss scene in the epilogue to a warm embrace. But even with the changes, the playwright's true intentions are still recognizable.»

Then, right beside the script was a letter. The sign beneath it said:

«This letter was found by Claudia Izabel Carper on her sixth great-granduncle's house, on the main bedchamber, to be exact. The identity of the sender is unknown, as he (the sender stated he was a man, although not explicitly) used an alias, Victor. But, the handwriting seemed quite similar to the handwriting of the famous poet Claus Chasterell. The recipient is only addressed as "My Beloved", but because of the location this letter was found on, it's safe to say that the recipient was Ms.Carper's sixth great-granduncle.»

"Wait, so your sixth great-grandfather...," Tori whispered. "He liked men too?" We both said in union.

After a long silence, I shrugged. "Well, maybe he does, but, I think it's better to do more research after this date is over, don't you think so, babe?"

Tori nods. "Yeah, I guess so, sweetie."

(A/N: I'll try to finish the second part as soon as possible)

The Next Day (Click here for prologue)

"So, what do you think, Tori?" I asked after I finished talking about my recent realization. "Let me think.. Well, there's this composer, whose name was a variant of Louis .. and your sixth great-grandfather lived in the early 19th century, like him, so maybe he likes his music and idolized him or something? Idk, just.. my thoughts as a musician," Tori said.

"Well, that's actually a pretty neat theory. Nice, Tori." She smiled. I suddenly remembered about my conversation with my sibling last night. "Tori, babe, you remember Claude, right?"

"Your older sibling? Yeah, I remember them. Why?"

I took a deep breath. "Well, they just directed an adaptation of our sixth great-grandfather's play, and the protagonist's name is Alois.."

"Interesting. I'll search that play up, I promise." Tori and I did the pinky promise. "Anyways, my parents probably wants me to go home already, so, sorry, and bye, darling!" She gave me one last hug, and I waved at her as she left my room.

Here's Tori, Aloisia's gf :3

(She identifies as sapphic because it's the label that fits her the most. And she's supposed to be from +62 country, just like me XD)

Prologue :D !!

Today, I finally realized something.

A lot of my family member's name is just a variant of the name "Louis".

It dated back from 1837, when Percival Chasterell,my fifth great-grandfather, named one of his sons Alois. Alois was born after Claus II, who was named after my sixth great-grandfather, Claus Chasterell.

And then, there's great-aunt Louisa, grandfather Alois II, great grandfather Aloysius, great-uncle Louis, cousin Lutz, aunt Mary Lou (yes, Lou is a variant of Louis), niece Louella, and of course, me, myself and I. Aloisia Chasterell.

It makes me wonder, you know? Why is there more people named after variants of Louis than people named after sixth great-grandfather Claus? He was a famous poet, playwright, and actor.. and yet there's only two people in his family named after another variant of his name: Claus II, and my sibling Claude.

I mean, Louis is a great name. It means 'famous warrior' or 'famous in battle'. But who is this Louis, or Alois, or whoever their name is, and what did they do to have more Chasterells named after them than Claus?

MC reveal!