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‘ 𝔏izzy-! ’

The young Earl attempted to keep himself firmly planted by on the sidelines of the dance floor. He wasn't confident in dancing (especially in public). There were few times that he had done so before, but he was always the type to avoid it when possible. Yet, here he was. Invited to the masquerade by his fiancee, Ciel did all he could to keep from dancing. It was enough of a hassle (to him at least) to escort his betrothed after her insistent pleading.

EPIC: The Musical | @puritates

❛ Is that so ? ❜ blue hues gazed towards her visage while a fresh wind blowed towards their strands of hair. He leaned on the ancient tree behind them. It's been a while since he has seen this beautiful view. The sun almost setting, birds singing and flying off for trees and trees. The quiet and peaceful moment which seemly quite wrong...

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ℑt had been such a long evening, and although he was confined to his chair in the shadows of the room, with only the dimmest of lights illuminating the lower half of his body, he was well enough to meet with her again. A request that was honored by the one caring for him. So she had been fetched by the fortune teller in the crowds that graced the lively music hall. When she had finally appeared, he could tell by her expression that she was still shaken by his appearance.

‘ Lizzy. ’

His voice was gentle yet inviting. It radiated warmth, and his tone alone suggested that he was smiling at her from afar. She stood across the room, silently gripping her hands. The only audible sound was the soft, energetic singing from the crowd and the choir's performance, which felt out of place amidst the energy that permeated the dimly lit room.

He understands. She had always been an open book to him, making it difficult for him to remain quiet. He noted the pain and sorrow etched on her face, the guilt that must be fracturing her delicate heart. He intended no harm with his words; they were merely a means to shatter the silence that enveloped them. He had limited time that evening. Patiently, he awaited her to find her voice, fully aware of her desire to speak.

The words that eventually tumbled out pierced his heart. How he longed to simply walk across the room and envelop her in his comforting embrace, yet he felt powerless. Far too powerless. He could only observe as she bit her lips, doing everything within her power to prevent the tears from spilling.

Not much longer.

Ciel attentively listens as she confides in him. One footstep echoes on the marble floor. Then another follows. He permitted her to keep speaking while gradually lifting one arm. Subtly, it became evident how delicate he was that evening. Varicose veins emerged in the soft light as he extended his hand toward her, inviting her to approach him.

‘ Please. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I can’t blame you for his impersonation of me. We do share the same face, after all. Nor do I blame him for what he’s done. In fact, I wish I could give him my appreciation for taking care of you all these years. So, please. Don’t look at yourself in such a way. It’s okay now. I’ve come home. We can be together again. Just like before. I hope you can forgive me for being away so long. ’

There would be a momentary pause as he gathers his energy to continue speaking. 

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𝔚hat initially appeared to be a delightful evening at the opera, a performance that the youngest Midford had implored Ciel to accompany her to, swiftly transformed into an atmosphere charged with danger. Nevertheless, the Earl Phantomhive was well aware of the impending events. It was not in his nature to keep his fiancée uninformed about their situation, yet he had refrained from alarming her. Thus, they found themselves walking with slightly accelerated steps down the street, distancing themselves from the remaining crowd. Although many patrons had already departed, there were just enough individuals present to ideally deter the one following them from closing in. This presented the Earl with an opportune moment to lure his target into believing they were oblivious to his presence.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Unsteady, yet loud enough to be discerned in the stillness of the night. Ciel halted his steps, causing Elizabeth to pause as well. This provided him with an opportunity to cast a brief glance before strategizing his next action, although he feigned it as a young man attempting to comfort his betrothed by offering her his evening coat. After all, it was a rather chilly night.

‘ Here. Wear this, Lizzy. I can feel you shivering beside me. ’

Gently draping his coat over her shoulders, his expression remained cautious, softened by concern for her. Though brief, Ciel had not overlooked the individual trailing behind them. Extending his arm to her again, they continued their stroll. At this point, he had observed that she appeared tense. She likely perceived it too. She was as astute as her mother. 

Leaning closer to her, he provided a form of reassurance that they would navigate through whatever challenges lay ahead. It was the least he could extend beyond his protective presence. Since their voyage to America, he had vowed to do everything within his means to ensure that she would never feel compelled to safeguard him.

It was a relief to witness her spirits begin to lift. Her lively green eyes and that warm smile she consistently bestowed upon him. Despite his own moodiness, it ignited a small fire in his heart, resulting in a faint smile on his face in response to hers. This moment was fleeting, however, as he soon turned his head away from her. It was an effort to hide the blush on his cheeks triggered by her words about protecting him. A gloved hand rose to cover his mouth as he gently cleared his throat.

He was taken by surprise when noticed her presence in the manor. As far as he remembered her visit was not scheduled, although he would not mind it, after all she would always be welcomed in the Trancy Manor. ❝ Oh Lady Elizabeth... ❞

He would express an warm welcome at sighting her in person right beside his blue hues, although this moment was quite a crucial and also a bit disreputable, for the fact he was severely injured. His arrival meant he prevailed, however it was quite disgraceful to present his current condition to her.❝ You should not concern yourself with it...❞

instructions for a funeral. dialogue prompts from instructions for a funeral: stories by david means.

elizabeth   had   been   far   too   kind   —   &   far   too   naive.   he   was   honest   as   he   ever   was,   bound   to   like   a   dog   on   a   leash.   there   had   been   no   reason   to   lie,   as   fun   as   it   was…   a   breathless   laugh   escaped   his   lips,   the   corner   of   his   lips   curving   intro   a   faint   grin   as   his   rusty   colored   orbs   focused   upon   the   young   lady.   a   hand   rested   over   his   heart,   bowing   gently   at   her   with   a   sincere   expression.   a   display   of   the   perfect   phantomhive   butler,   it   was   almost   on   queue   now.   “   your   kindness   knows   no   bound,   lady   elizabeth.   "   such   a   pure   naive   soul,   her   innocence   was   far   too   noticeable. 

𝔄 quiet evening in London was a rare occurrence for Ciel when he chose to go out. It was mostly the reason he stayed home when he could. However, Elizabeth had heard of his stay at the townhouse and did not delay a moment to visit him. Among her pleading, he allowed her to persuade him into going shopping with her. At the agreed suggestion of his butler, he gave in and the three were on their way.

Only a handful of stores remained open as the sun started to disappear behind the buildings and houses. The streetlights were gradually being illuminated by the workers who were going around the city to do so, casting a warm glow over the streets. It could be quite charming at times, he had to concede. Regrettably, their evening was suddenly and rudely interrupted by a loud noise that resembled an explosion, followed by the sound of people in the town screaming and running in all directions.

The danger had seemed dangerously close, followed by the unmistakable sounds of gunfire. In that instant, Ciel firmly grasped Elizabeth's arm and started sprinting, making sure she kept pace with him. Their recent purchases, carefully wrapped and bagged, were abandoned without a second thought, as they could easily be replaced. The top priority was reaching safety, where they could assess the situation, but maneuvering through the crowd of adults proved to be a daunting task. Fortunately, the Earl discovered what appeared to be an alleyway, though it was merely a small, concealed space. It would have to suffice.

He forcefully pulled the young woman along, guiding them into the dimly lit space and concealing themselves just beyond the reach of the lamplight. Breathing heavily as he struggled to regain his composure, he faced her to express regret for his aggressive actions, only to find her expressing her fears about unfamiliar individuals.

‘ I don't know what happened, but I know it isn't safe in the area. You should stop looking around the corner. ’

He straightened his coat and seemed deep in contemplation, but his thoughts were interrupted when she proposed going out. His brow furrowed as he fixed a stern look on her.