#angerosea

the woman sat next to her, the delicate rustling noises of her dress accompanying her every little movement, as she eyed Elizabeth. she knew her tutors had left a while ago already, and Paula was away for a moment to attend to the child’s new addition to the garderobe. yet the kid hadn’t moved from her room - unusual to say the least. yet Frances was surprised to see her diligently working on what looked like a bunch of pure white handkerchiefs. 

a silver needle and a strand of pink cotton occupying both her hands, Elizabeth seemed carefully concentrated on her ‘canvas’, to get the right point in a specific design the woman could still not fully decipher; it could be anything, really, she was still at the early stages of her idea it seemed.

❖   POSITIVE. I THINK YOU’RE AWESOME ║ I LIKE YOU ║ I WANT TO GO ON A DATE WITH YOU ( okay listen like .. as much as he doesn’t have time / also doesn’t think of much outside of getting his revenge , you can’t tell me there isn’t a small part of ciel . one he doesn’t even rly feel anymore that just wants to have the time to spend relaxing with lizzy however she would like . just making her happy , genuinely , the two of them able to smile together ) ║  I LOVE YOU ( he tries to act as if he doesn’t have attachments but 100% throughout this whole thing even if he doesn’t realize it fully , he fell for her ) ║ YOU’RE CUTE/HANDSOME ║ I WANT TO MARRY YOU ( even though he won’t make it that long & doesn’t deserve it , knowing it shouldn’t ever be him ) ║ YOU’RE ATTRACTIVE ║ I WISH WE COULD SPEND MORE TIME TOGETHER! ║ I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ║  I ADMIRE YOU ║ YOU’RE SOMEONE THAT I LOOK UP TO ║ YOU’RE VERY KIND ║ I CONSIDER US FRIENDS ║ I SECRETLY HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU ║ I HAVE HIGH RESPECT FOR YOU ║ WE HAVE COMMON INTERESTS ║ I’M HAPPY THAT I MET YOU

❖   NEGATIVE.

              ❝ eli - lizzy - ! ❞ he’s so tired his fiancee’s preferred nickname almost entirely slips his mind at first . the earl doesn’t seem too irritated at the sleeve tugging , since he know she simply means well ... but while it was true he was overworking himself , it was ALSO true that he didn’t exactly have the time to be resting . he pulls back , resisting against her gesture , but not too harshly . despite the fact that in the long run he shouldn’t let it get to him , her hurt expression hit him deep in his heart in a way that ciel couldn’t explain . wanted to avoid it if at all possible .

           ❝ i don’t have the time to be resting right now . ❞ gaze softens , then . if only a little , without the earl even putting thought into it .❝ i can assure you that as soon as this case is wrapped up , i’ll see to it that i get proper rest . ❞ even if that might end up being a lie . telling lizzie what she wanted to hear was much easier than not .

          “Woah -- okay. Way weird.” When Danny was finally able to figure out which way was up, he took a look around him and realized he was no longer in Clockwork’s lair. “This is bad.” he mumbled to himself. He must have fallen through one of Clockwork’s portals while he was defending the clock tower from some of Vlad’s goons -- but to where? And when? The sky was filled with an unfamiliar gray gloom, and the architecture around him looked like something out of his neglected history textbook. “ . . . Really bad.”

          For a moment he debated if he’d be better off navigating this foreign time as a human -- but the idea was quickly dismissed when he noticed a horse-drawn carriage approaching ( there was no way his human form would fit in in a place like this ). He flew up alongside it and turned intangible in order to observe without being noticed. He peeked his head through the top of the buggy, and before he could make any useful deductions based on what he saw, his attention immediately honed in on a dish of the most elegant looking pink pastries he’d ever seen.

          Maybe he could afford to fuel up a bit before figuring out a way to get back to his own time. The sugar would probably help him think better or something, right? And he got the idea that it’d be at least a century before the first Nasty Burger was built in what he could only guess was England.

your muse / my icon style . 

“Yes... that’s very true...” 

He didn’t expect someone so young to understand that fact. Being marked as the villain to the story lead to much heartache and pain. And yet here he was... He ran away from his own story, from angels and demons, from the army he fought to protect just to find a moment of peace. He lost everything, had no will to fight anymore, and now was wandering endlessly in the dimensions and universes his father created. Unknowing that it was Michael that locked him in a time loop. Unknowing that God released him from his punishment, believing his broken heart to be too weak to give him the strength to rise from the ashes for a third time. They’d be correct to assume that fact... Without Akira or Amon he was, in every way, too broken to continue.

And yet now he was here. Beautiful angel found wounded and alone on the edge of the Phantomhive Manor in winter snow. Taken in by the ‘kindness’ of the Earl that lived there. The Earl that’d become the only friend in this new book of his life. Guardian Angel locked to him via unofficial means, watchful blue eyes filled with grief and hatred. Some days he couldn’t find the will to rise from slumber. Some days he would vanish from the grounds. But like a lost dog he always came back, Ciel and Sebastian knew this well enough. They were oblivious to his story, catching snippets, the demon aware of the battle between demons and angels, but Ciel... He was none the wiser to anything. Just knowing Satan was as benign as a caged rabbit until provoked.

Some would say he had become a servant... But at the same time he didn’t look like a servant. He did things around the house, but for the most part it was never asked of him. It was never requested of him. He was in a strange gray area. As though he never found one or the other. Parties would come and he’d help the servants set up, then disappear into the darkness with no sign of him, reclusive and quiet he would retreat. He did his best to be unheard or unseen, and yet all the same it didn’t seem to be because it was a servant’s job, more as though he was ashamed for anyone to know he existed here. Even the other servants seemed unsure of what to call him...

“Love is the most painful and yet simultaneously beautiful emotion that anyone could ever feel.”

Angels don’t feel love. They never truly have. But Ryo... He wasn’t just an angel. He was forced to live with man, he had learned to love and feel passion with the demons. The clawed embrace of Amon, the gentle warmth of Akira, he experienced it all. Kisses laced with wine and sins embroidered in blood and pain. As such he grew to love so much more than he’d ever admit. Hidden away in the darkness of the manor, moonlight coursing through an open window. The room was mostly empty, a room he disappeared to in the quietest of nights. The girl, he knew her from occasional visits, but for the most part he had never grown to know her personally. Just knew the fact that she was to be married to the Earl of Phantomhive. Arranged marriages, from what he’s known, weren’t often acquainted with love, and yet with how she acted it seemed she loved him regardless... Pure eyes eager to become a wife, unknowing that the man she loves will die before anything can truly become of him.

The scent of lead, the sound of scratching paper. He stared down at the illustration and felt the sting of tears. That’s what he did all alone. If anyone ever wondered what the devil did in his spare time it was retreat into the quietest place and draw, write, or muse over mistakes. Akira’s visage upon paper, just as he remembered him. So full of life, so full of joy, a joy that was gained from someone who wouldn’t ever love him fully... Someone Ryo was so jealous of, and yet never intended to kill. Miki... He truly did drop the baton he supposed. 

“But I’ve only ever experienced it once in my life, and before I could truly appreciate it, the person that held my heart left me for another... Before they could come back, they became a ghost.”

@angerosea​​

              ❝ lizzy -- ❞ it wasn’t as if he knew . but ciel had always believed that knowing && hiding the truth was as bad as outright telling a lie . always knew that humans were DESPICABLE creatures of such things , but ... never , ever wanted that knowledge to be something to weigh on the shoulders of his fiancee . he would rather bear a thousand painful burdens without ever having to break her radiant smile . which ... confused him , deep - down , as in the beginning he would shove away requests - to dance , to spend time together , it would be sebastian urging him to appear gentlemanly . but over time that had grown into so much more without the earl even realizing it , until time stopped && it felt as if a heart he’d forgotten he had was shattering all over again .

             ❝ ... i ... i didn’t know what had happened AFTER , but - ❞ head was hung in shame , as if in acceptance , of everything else that she seemed to be upset about . not telling her that her actual fiancee had been believed to be dead - for standing in that place without a word to anyone - he almost never minded having to lie to the others , but god , to lizzie ... ? every time she was on her way or in her presence did it ring in the young master’s mind . how much it would BREAK her to learn that the boy she spent most of her younger time with , had more than likely planned a wonderful future together with ( one that ciel’s long - bargained soul could never give her , one she deserved more than anything ) had actually been the one to DIE .