#ashdrawn

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         a flash of soft gold !

         for a moment , perhaps his ‘ heart ’ stopped . a dream , the pure sapphire gaze looking on at his leaping figure with wide eyes --- yes , this all seems too surreal . burning brightly even under the cloak of darkness she stands , the sole reflection of the luminous moon above . seconds of hesitation , yet there is no doubt in his actions . with deliberation he falls , reminiscent of spring blossoms taken away by the breeze and disintegrating into thousands of petals . he takes off , leaping from the roof’s edge he had been tracing with footsteps  and landing into an easy , yet formal bow . his cloak falls gently upon shoulders dressed in billowing white silk , and his hand extends before him , offering his companionship to the noblewoman adorned with lace .

           his heart would be racing .

        ‘ a fine evening , though perhaps a bit dark for one to be out exploring on their own , don’t you think ? ’ the moon is nothing but a slim crescent , the night in which ocean and sky meet with their gazes , though a hollowness echoes in worlds beyond his pupils . gentleness beckons in his voice , fingers outstretched and yet curved so nonchalantly . he has done this before , though he cannot remember having courted a damsel in distress ( not that the woman before him is aware of the danger following his steps ) . ‘ perhaps traveling in pairs would be more favorable for the two of us , milady ? ’  

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS

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     O ne week has come to pass since the Midford family has caught word of the deaths of the Phantomhives. Vincent and Rachel’s bodies had been recovered from the fire, as well as their faithful pup and the servants that had been there that night. Both of the boys’ bodies were still currently missing amongst the wreckage. But, regardless of this fact, the funeral was still to continue while the investigation was ongoing.

     E lizabeth stood by her mothers’ side as the priest blessed the caskets of her departed Uncle and Aunt, tears streaming down porcelain cheeks as the young lady sobbed. Her heart ached in more ways than what she felt could be possible for a girl so young as she. To know that some of her most favorite people in the world were gone from her so soon…Elizabeth still couldn’t process the idea.

     A s the attendants of the funeral began to disperse after their goodbyes had been said to the empty caskets of her Uncle and Aunt, the young noble decides to approach the caskets, frame settling between the two. Golden head leaning down to place her forehead softly against Vincent’s casket, hands delicately running across his casket, before her attention was turned to Rachel’s. Tears would continue to stream as pale pink lips would go and place a delicate kiss against her Aunt’s empty casket where she would pretend, if a body could be there, would be right where the woman’s head would have been. Head lying against Rachel’s casket, while her voice started to quiver as she began to speak. 

     ‘ Uncle Vinny, Auntie Rachel, I’m so sorry…I wish…I wish I could have protected you all! I f a i l e d to protect you and the boys! Please forgive me, Auntie and Uncle, and please rest peacefully amongst all the angels in Heaven…! ‘

               ❝  won't you dance with me?  ❞