So, this is something I wrote a while ago, very short, I know. I absolutely love Descolé and like to psychoanalyze him and his motives. (I do that with every character, but he's fun) so, here is a scene I felt was missing from the movie.
I do not own Professor Layton, he belongs to Nintendo and Level Five.
The cover art is mine, if you want to see it full sized, go to yuguremori on deviantart, the picture is called Bruises.
Bruises
A Professor Layton fic
by Destiny Obaké
Descolé stood silently in the corner of the dark room, waiting for his rival to enter. He knew they would arrive home any minute and he planned to have a chat with the renowned Professor Layton. He had just failed in his attempt to capture the city of Ambrosia, Layton triumphing once again. He had gone a bit- overboard in his anger and had attempted to kill his brother. Something he could never forgive himself for.
The door opened and the silhouette of Hershel Layton entered. Descolé watched as the man removed his coat then, with apparent hesitation, his tall hat. The scientist did wonder why his brother wore such a thing. It was obviously dear to Layton, but the reason was unknown to him.
The masked man watched as Layton moved toward the bathroom, walking stiffly. The light flicked on. Descolé was about to make his presence known as Layton began pulling off the orange shirt he wore, but froze as he saw what was hidden beneath the fabric. Large, ugly bruises mottled the tanned skin of Layton's back, and Descolé recognized the shapes of his controls in the purple and black. He had thrown Hershel into the control panel in his anger. He had caused those marks.
He must have made some sort of sound, because Layton whirled around, his eyes searching the darkness of his flat. "Hello?" He asked, eyes narrowed.
Descolé held still, holding his breath. He couldn't do it now. If he talked to Layton right now he might expose himself as the man's older brother. He couldn't do it. When Layton stepped into the room to turn on the lights, the masked man darted out of the flat through the window, jumping to the pavement below and quickly hiding in the alleyway. He watched as Hershel's head poked out, looking all over the darkened street to find who had been in his home. When he found no one, he moved back inside, closing the window.
Descolé snuck away like a shadow, his cape flaring behind him, vowing to never lose control like that again. He couldn't hurt Theodore again.
