"My, it really has been years, hasn'it?!"

Heels tap softly on the floor as he seemly steps out of the shadows. Like some ghost, with the silver hair and all to boot. "And yet, despite all this time I'm still fresh on your mind, no? My beloved, would it be brash for an old bloke like myself to say that he missed you?"

@saphireign asked:

Picks up Niffty. Pats her head. This is hers now, sorry Hell.

Niffty doesn't even protest, she doesn't even wriggle - she accepts this and just loops her arms around Claudia's neck, expectantly curling up in her arms and making a soft chitter noise and wiggling herself into a puff of red & white until she's comfortable. "So! Where are we going, miss? What's your naaaame?" Bonk. Her head is now on Claudia's shoulder.

Yep.

@saphireign asked: “… My apologies for my sister.” Claudia said, a bit stiffly. “She has no manners.” / Niffty

There's a weird little mixture of snorts and giggles as the maid flaps her hand at Claudia, shaking her head. "Cookie, the weirdest thing here is that you're apologizing for her. No one does that around he-"

"- well actually the ladies in charge are trying to teach people to do that around here."

" I was asleep. "

His hair streamed about him as if liquid silver, pooling around his folded arms as he rested against the lip of the coffin. Undertaker looked a bit disheveled (moreso than usual), a testament that he was indeed telling the truth.

☁️ 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 ☁️

"Are you certain about that?" A playful squint of the eye from Constance, followed by a very heavy lean of her entire weight on the older twin. "I am not so certain, Dia - I don't think I have driven you mad enough to leave a lasting impression. ♪"

Really though, even with her jest, Constance found herself smiling much wider, more warmer. Claudia's words had found home. There was a handful of things her sister feared; hunger, inability, betrayal of a loved one ( something she never feared with her twin, mind ).. and of course, being forgotten. It disturbed her to a deep degree, and it's such a strange fear, but it has been with her for a very long time.

The comfort meant quite a deal. Perhaps the Countess had sensed this despair weaving and brewing in Constance today, and knew it was steadily growing. The gift of the twin thing.

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“! !” Oh.. bless it. Sweat started beading down the side of Elizabeth’s face, further selling her right up that blessed river. Of all the brilliant ideas, what convinced her this was a good one again? Lying to the magpie? “I - I am most certainly not lying, grandmother! Lying to one of the Queen’s very own Watchdogs.. I would be mad to try.”

Claudia might be retired, but what made her a superb Watchdog doesn’t retire along with her, now does it?

So really, Elizabeth: Not only are you digging yourself into your own grave, but you are aware you’re pitching the shovel.

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concerning @saphireign

"You are truly asking me how I feel about my very own sister?" The Countess pressed her fingers against the brooch pinned to her neck, a politely bemused expression formed. "Well then, allow me to educate you."

"She's brilliant, more so than even yours truly on many occasions, that's for certain. It's a very controversial statement for the eldest to say that about the youngest, but it is completely true. She is as sharp as a fresh-made blade, and she is just as refined. You would not want to meet my sister on bad terms in the night," Claudia rested on her knuckles and grinned. "she is keenly versed in how to best wield herself."