@ominasapphirus

A lost soul travels down the streets of London, unsure of his surroundings as footsteps rang out. The rain was pounding down hard, a mysterious helmet covering his head as he was lost in thought.

Whenever he puts the helmet on, he was almost like a mechanical toy as his movements become that of a robot.

He never did associate with most, just his siblings, those from the orphanage he was raised in and his "father".

It was all he knows and the oath that he took, he plans to keep it in order to protect those he cherishes.

This was not his home, this was another world. He was slowly becoming panicked within his mind, slowly drowning despite no water.

His throat feeling tight, like a rope wrapped around and not daring to let him go.

He noticed a tall structure just in the distance so he approached it, looking around as he scanned the various things there.

CONTINUED

"Ciel, you are a clever, clever man! However! Cleverness doesn't constitute kindness. You are a kind, refined gentleman. I know this. Make sure others around you know so as well!"

There were moments when Francis truly shone through her daughter. At the moment, it was taking the form of lecturing the Earl of Phantomhive on manners, ignoring her own discourtesy in visiting without warning. Her hands were placed firmly on her hips, a petulant stance as she huffed and puffed indignantly. Really, this hadn't been quite how she planned her visit to go. She'd expected to be trying to put a smile on his face. Not this... little tiff.

His apology did mollify her. However slightly. Her shoulders slumped slightly and her narrowed emerald glare softened. Moodswings were more than common to the youngest Midford and quick to change like the tides. Still! This wasn't quite right!

"I do not think I am the one you owe an apology to, dear Ciel. Promise me you'll say sorry properly."

@ominasapphirus asked: ”It’s not easy being small!” (bby beano Ciel to UT!)

𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑… — Hey Duggee sentence starters.

"Hihiiii, but milord has so many advantages that he is taking for granted at his given size." The Undertaker tittered, crouching down in one silent swoop with hands crowning his knees. He craned his head one way, then he craned it the other, looking beneath tables and looking at spots behind furniture. "You can get to just about anywhere, if'n you're quiet enough - quiet as a mouse, I would say. Have you ever tried to--" Ow. Ow. Ow, ow, ow.

A Countess caught the mortician by his ear, pinching it and making his head tilt back.

"Don't you listen to him, pup." Claudia clicked her tongue disapprovingly, tugging enough to where the usually unshakable man toppled at her mercy. "You go skitterin' about where we can't see ya and I'll have to set Sebastian prowlin' about after you."

This is what he gets for tryin' to teach the boy important lessons of life, ey?

@ominasapphirus asked: tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse. (surprise me!)

‘ via the system of touch ’ .

"Think of it this way: I ain't going into town with you, but I'll be with you every step of the way." Claudia reasoned, tying the little green ribbon around Sirius's neck and pinning her own green brooch to the middle of the bow. The accessory might have looked a little silly, like a child deciding to try on their parents cravats and rings too sizable for their fingers and necks, but it oddly enough rested just right, like a doll almost. Rachel cooed behind her, kneeling down behind the grandmother to admire the child decked out in green hues from head-to-toe.

Maybe it was the dressings or the fact the fireplace was brewing, but a very warm and cozy feeling rested on Sirius with the final adjustment of his grandmother's brooch, something that almost felt like a hug. The surface shined and glinted under the light, reflecting the world around him.

"My lucky clover." Rachel giggled, cupping Sirius's face and mushing it gently. "That's it! You're my lucky clover today, Sirius. Everything is going to be wonderful and go just our way!" Scoop! The mother stole the grandchild right from under Claudia's own hands and bounced him in her arms. "What do you say? I think we should visit the gelato shop while we're in town."

"In this weaaather?!" Claudia gawked, head spun nearly off her shoulders to STARE at Rachel. "You're goin' to have him turned to an icicle!"

"No, no." Rachel flapped her hand dismissively, radiating brightly as she began waltzing from the manor with child in arm. "The gelato shop might have iced desserts, but I assure you they keep the shop well-warmed! It's going to be just fine. ~"

"And what sense is that?? Iced treats in a warm shop?? You must be pullin' my ear, girl." Claudia stalked after, briefly reaching up to fuss over Sirius's hat and hair before leaving him be. "Ho-ho, I've never been in that gelato shop before, but I can tell ya the others I've been to have been damned frosted."

"Mother, language!"

Finally managed to get along @ominasapphirus

((So sorry for the radio silence by the way...))

// @ominasapphirus {x}

"Of course, my lord. Right away."

Instantly, the tune of mischief and sadism is replaced with subservience and poise. Being sent off so suddenly and with such an aggressive tone only cements Sebastian's victory, at least in his mind. The earl might feel an entirely different way about things, but that is the very flaw of perception, is it not? How does one know whether the truth is, in fact, the unbiased reality?

Returning swiftly with a flute of some beverage or another (non-alcoholic, of course), Sebastian extends the glass to his crabby young master.

Sebastian Michaelis worked hard to be the very definition of perfection. Having adopted grace and finesse to their truest meanings, he simply refuses to entertain even the slightest mistake. But if this is the case, how could the errant jostle of a passing noble upset the butler's grip so soundly that what once swayed within a thin glass body now sinks into Ciel's rich fabric?

"Oh dear," Sebastian monotones, as if reading from a dull script. "What a mess. Do excuse me, young master. Perhaps we ought to step away and handle this privately."

    

                               @ominasapphirus┆╳ (Accepting)

No matter what, He MUST NOT allow the young master to discern his immaculate retained secret. Veraciously, the butler has been caring for a kitten in his chamber, coddling her ever since she has been cast aside by her mother in view of her ailing body. Much to his disappointment, the young master has always been sensitized towards feline fur due to his feeble lungs. Their fur would usually chafe the child's stimuli & ordinarily be precipitating the young Earl to fall ill. Considering it is salient, Sebastian ensures to always change his attire before attending his young master in order to tend to the child's wellbeing. He must now allow the young master to be stricken with illness. Now that he has been summoned by his young master in his study room. Sebastian briefly brushes off & laces his attire straight with his velvety gloved hands before proceeding to enter into the room nimbly, his countenance placid. ❝ —Yes, my Lord. Is there something you need from me? ❞

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                    ❝  Gods,  Ciel,  I haven’t the faintest idea where the key to that cabinet went !!  ❞      A FLAGRANT LIE ;    if not evident by the booming tone far too jovial to be befitting of the circumstances,  then by the face-splitting smile cracking into full blossom at near the same instance as the young Earl’s gaze had strayed to take note of his little   ( entirely planted )   predicament at hand.      ❝  — but another loyal friend of yours in this estate might grace you with a timely clue at five thirty !  ❞

He’d stuck a folded paper slip between the 5 and the 6 inside the clock in the foyer.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

(R!Ciel!)

random misc dialogue … sentence starters

“You were not meant to hear that.” Elizabeth spoke so, so quietly, one would suspect only mice would be able to understand her. Meek and withdrawn, she drew her diary close to her chest to hide the contents. What a terrible habit, speaking what she wrote aloud.. Talking to one’s self is not at all what a young woman should do, not at all, and yet she found it becoming an ill habit more and more as of late since both of their stay at the Music Hall.

An entry concerning details such as poisoning herself with “self pity” and going on about how something is terribly wrong with her for it. Ridiculous anxieties of being taken to an asylum for it all. Of all the pages for her beloved to overhear, it had to be the most ugly one.

“It is only an entry for a silly old diary, dearest. I know there is not, of course. Pay it no mind.”

that’s what i remember most .  those screams …

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬 . meme (accepting!)

Yet again, the boy awakens drenched in sweat--it is, of course, no surprise to the demon; no matter how proud his little lord might be, he is haunted by horrors and twisted images from the past, the likes of which merely serve to evoke pure bliss in Sebastian.

Most of the time, however, the Earl tries not to mention the events of that day: this seems to be a rare moment of vulnerability, one he later will most likely deny ever happened.

Broken voices screaming themselves hoarse as they begged the demon not to take their lives, to spare their miserable existence--tearing them apart had been a delectable experience. Foolish, greedy humans, all so eager to obtain a demon's favour--and they had all ended up being part of the ritual they had so desperately wished for; though perhaps not in the way they had anticipated.

"Come now, Young Master." Kind. Poised. A voice dripping with sickening sweetness.

His tall figure obstructs the light pouring in from the window, and for a second, just a small, insignificant second... one could almost feel as if the shadows around him are alive.

His eyes glisten, and he knows well that the contract hidden behind his lord's eyepatch pulsates in response.

"They cannot hurt you any longer. You ensured that." Through him, of course.

And thus, yet another day begins.

Random starter for @ominasapphirus

Misha gulped a little as he slowly ventured down the rather busy streets in front of him as this looks so much different then his homeworld of Penacony, everything was old fashioned, a unique change of scenery to the bright lights back home.

He was unsure if people here can see him as he was like a phantom back in his own world, he slowly approaches a rather large structure, admiring the polished walls as this was more detailed then the other houses here.

It looked like a mansion, a high ranking one at that. Best to be cautious as he walks closer, peering into one of the windows as the smell of food caught his attention.

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Continued from here @ominasapphirus

If she had to describe what she saw, she would only be able to say she was looking at the form of Death itself. His skin looked so pale and thin she fear he could be cut by a brush of her hand. Ciel looked sickly. What horrors had he been through to have come back to her in this state? A cult? He'd been taken by a cult? That couldn't be true. But she'd never known Ciel to be a liar. He had never lied to her.

She stared at his outstretched hand, thoughts racing by. Her left hand pulled the glove from her right unconsciously. Her skirt haloed around her as she knelt by his side and took his beckoning hand in her own. It was real. After all this time, she'd finally found her fiancé. The implications, the lies she'd been told weren't lost on her. She would deal with them later. Her thumb brushed against the back of his hand.

"...You have nothing to apologize for, Ciel," She murmured. "I should be the one apologizing, I-- forgive me. I can't... How long have you been here, you should have-- Undertaker should have-- I would have come. If he, anyone, had told me, I would have come. Dearest Ciel, I won't leave you again, I promise."

@ominasapphirus asked: (absolutely belated!! But—!!) trick!! (From Rachel for the twins?)

trick or treat! // accepting!

"Boys," Rachel called dulcetly, doing her best to keep the giggles swallowed down as she carried a porcelain bowl filled with freshly peeled grapes and a dash of spring water close in her arms. "I have something I want to show you, but you can't peek, all right~? You have to keep your eyes closed. It's a surprise."

This trick never got ol- well to her it would never get old. It lost its charm on Angie throughout the years, earning her more of a knowing, tired sneeeer and squint of the eyes and a temporary loss of trust during this time of the year. Vincent would play along and go back and forth with Rachel about just what was in the bowl, being the only one to really entertain her favorite prank. Now, though! Now, her children were old enough to have it at its most innocent form! Rachel was excited.

Kneeling before them, she held out the bowl. "I found something interesting in the kitchen today! Could you reach into the bowl and tell me what it is? I can't quite figure it out myself."

Waiting..

Waiting...

Those little hands reaching into the bowl would feel that slimy, squishiness between their fingers. The water squelched and mushed some of the smaller grapes into mush in their fingers.

"Oh! Oh no, they're eyeballs!"

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ (O!Ciel!)

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. // accepting!

”Oh sweet son, come here.“ The grandmother tittered, folding hershawl over the boy's head with a hug around the crown, temporarily blinding him. A curse! A curse laid upon her boy! A curse, and one that every Head of the family was tragically familiar with more than they could care to share. Well, perhaps with exception for that one great-great-great-great grandfather of the family who is told be an absolute steam engine of a man, but he is neither here nor there nor anywhere anymore. Everyone suffered, and continues to suffer, and that suffering is about to blow the nob off of the youngest in the family.

”I know that vulture of a butler said it was unwise for you to have a snack, but how about we quiet our way down to the kitchen anyhow, mm? I know just the cure for a noggin on the verge of poppin'.“

{Post is a continuation from here with @ominasapphirus}

The rather impactful response certainly grabbed the other young Earl’s attention; this was something Ciel had thought on before. Though he did wonder if it was to the depths that he himself had. The charade of a life and power he had stolen from his abuser, and the efforts he was putting in place to rebuild the legacy he never had. If it was all deserved, or if it was simply against the will of the world and it was not meant for him. Unfortunately common thoughts.

Temporarily lost in the thought of it all, the usual boisterous blonde remained silent. Ciel was always the more gifted one on matters of pen to paper and other analytical procedures that they were rarely deemed to work on together. Alois usually chimed in with the occasional distraction or simply offered whatever input that Ciel needed at the time or offer his signature when prompted. This slight shift in thought though offered that little bit of push to keep his attention focused on the task at hand.

“I hadn’t ever much considered the consequences if I am being truthful.” The Earl finally spoke, the icy blue eyes of the queen’s spider still scanning the paper before them. “I read somewhere that every action will bare a consequence, regardless of if it is deserved or not. I suppose all we can do is hope that it is. Though everything we do, we should only accept if the consequence is outweighed.” As he spoke, Alois would grow slightly more self-conscious, the ever present looming coldness of his butler certainly not helping.

“Claude, another pot of tea please. Ours have gotten cold.” The young Earl says with a tone matching the atmosphere of the demon. With a bow, the man was off, a short errand, but one of momentary reprieve nonetheless. “My apologies for coming off as philosophical earlier. I can tell this is something you have thought of as well, Phantomhive. It is hardly my place to impose my own thoughts onto yours.” Oddly civil for Alois, though if Ciel was going to take the step toward cooperation, it was only fair the path be followed by the other. It would mean their work would be finished more swiftly anyhow.  

// @ominasapphirus {x}

A chuckle, deep and tuneful. It is too easy to get under Ciel’s skin, but the child can be just as underhanded when put to the test. Such banter is what perfects their life bond, no?

“I endeavor to do so, my lord, but you have yet to specify a beverage that appeals to you. Unless you find you are no longer so parched?"

Sebastian continues to wheedle the young master, but his dark red eyes cut across the party like he means to decapitate every lord and lady here. The hostess has yet to appear, and he wonders if she is neglecting her duties on accident or consciously trying to avoid the vicious bite of the Queen's Guard Dog.

It is a disappointment either way.