~Spring evening play~
Based on @tiffany-s-boudoir​ animation that I have to admit was so simple yet so inspiring that brought to my mind a whole story~! I hope you will all enjoy~
It was a dazzling Spring evening. The trees were green as emeralds, as refreshing air coaxed between them mixing the aroma of the flowers along with it. A variety of flowers had bloomed around the garden. Two children were playing around the trees; hide and seek. A boy and a girl; the Phantomhive siblings.
The boy had navy blue hair like the midnight sky and blue eyes like gems. He was wearing a blue outfit with white socks and black shoes. The girl, on the other hand, didn't look at all like her brother. Her hair was not blue or black. It was the lightest shade of brown giving the effect of white. Her facial features looked like the beauty of a white angel. Inhuman but beautiful either way. She was wearing a pink flowy dress with brown boots. They were playing for hours. They started with hide and seek, then they chased each other around tripping and falling on the grass making their clothes dishevelled. "Mama is gonna be mad now!" Frances shouted at her older brother. Vincent laughed nervously trying to clean up the dirt from his clothing. "I hope she won't notice." "We are talking about our Mother, Vincent! Her eyes are like the ones of a rabbit! She sees and notices everything!" Frances stood up from the grass and scolded him. "You really like Mother's reputation, don't you?" Vincent teased her. "I want to be like Mama once I grow up!" Frances lightly pushed him. Vincent giggled and picked her up spinning her in the air. Frances couldn't help but giggle. "Frances! Let's go to that tree! I heard there is a birds nest up there!" Vincent set her back on the grass. "Where did you hear that?" Frances looked at him. "I heard Tanaka talking with the gardener about it!" Vincent ran over to a tall tree. The children looked up as wind blew through the trees leaves. Vincent tried to spot the bird nest and once he did he pointed it out for his sister. "Up there! I am gonna climb up there!" "No, I will!" Frances shouted and ran to the tree trunk. Vincent did the same and started climbing the tree with his sister. The nest wasn't far up the tree, but it was high up and dangerous. Vincent gave up halfway and went back down looking up at his sister.
She was very strong and brave for her age. She spent a lot of time with her mother, sitting on her lap while she worked on her desk. Frances observed each movement. How she signed the papers and how perfectly she wrote on the documents with cursive writing. They practised dancing together and fencing. Frances was a quick learner and once she had mastered the basic moves their fights would even go around the manor. Mother and daughter having the best time together. Â
"Frances be careful!" Vincent shouted up to her. Frances reached the nest and took a look at the babies inside it. "Vincent! There are babies inside it! Four of them!" she giggled. "Really? I wish I could see them!" Vincent laughed. Frances started to make her way back down the tree but she lost her balance slipping off the tree's limb. Vincent covered his eyes as Frances screamed in terror. A black shadow in the speed of light someone could say helped her to grip the trees limb again. "Frances!!! Are you okay?" Vincent uncovered his eyes and looked up. Frances was looking at where the shadow left. She saw it. She felt hands gripping her leg pushing her back up. Her brother's voice snapped her out. "I am fine! I am coming down now!" She finally reached the ground and Vincent hugged her tightly. "I am grateful you are okay!" he sighed in relief. Frances didn't pay him attention she was trying to find where the shadow went.
Just then a feminine voice was heard from the path that was in the garden. A woman with blue hair just like the midnight sky; just like her son. Her aura was strong even from afar you could see she was an Aristocrat and a powerful one. Her face was all delicate but still managed to look strict. She was wearing a tirquaz evening gown and she was holding a red parasol. Vincent and Frances brought her that parasol for her birthday. "Vincent! Frances!" she shouted again. "Oh no, Its mother!" Vincent ran towards her and stopped in the middle of the path. "Come on Frances stop staring at nothing! Coming mother!" Frances quickly grabbed her brother's hand as they both walked towards their mother. Frances left her brother's hand and gripped her mother's gown. "My, look at you both! Where have you been! Your clothes are all covered in dirt!" she looked at Vincent. He rubbed his neck nervously. "Big story, could we go back and I will tell you." She grabbed Frances hand and gestured at Vincent to walk beside her. "Let's go back now." Frances looked once more back at where she had seen the shadow but still nothing. She sighed and looked in front of her again.
The aura of the garden shifted a black figure in black clothing appearing on the grass. He was pale and white long messed up hair blew through the wind. He looked at the three people walking back at the manor. Oh, how he wanted to talk to those children and hold that woman once more in his arms. He softly smiled, lifted his hand and, shyly someone could say, he waved back at them whispering as he looked at the small girl that looked a lot like him. "Careful next time sweetie... Don't scare me like that." and with that, he disappeared once more in thin air leaving behind him no clue of his sudden appearance. Like he had never been there, to begin with...
