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unprompted / @solacanis

oswald remained silent for a long moment, simply watching the man with the same measured gaze he once used on unruly baskerville retainers. he was not one to involve himself in foreign kingdoms’ affairs, let alone their eccentric nobility —— the internal politics of england were none of his concern, yet the longer he stood there, the harder it became to maintain his usual restraint. this was supposedly the feared “queen’s watchdog”? oswald was no fool: he could see the hidden blade beneath the facade, but at this point the man was going to put himself into the grave in the most embarrassing fashion.

❝ what ? oh. not you, red darling. ... bu-u-ut, where's there's noise, there's gossip aplenty ! ❞

❝ — OH? ARE YOU THE ONE WHO HAS SUMMONED ME INTO YOUR VICINITY, MORTAL? ❞  There, the demon, crowned with the streak of vainglory, veiled in the shadow of sable, saunters in the course towards the mortal that has hurled a summon for the demon’s advent, in that of a phlegmatic stance — awaiting a quintessential moment to pounce. Rotten, diabolical, are the hues of grin he flaunts as it is evinced to waltz past his countenance in a vivid flare whilst flickering Vermillion hues, capturing the male’s existence in an intense yet ravenous gaze. Oh, certainly the fiend is more than exhilarated at this unforeseen encounter, does he not? After all, how long has it been since he last went on a feasting rampage, to indulge in the flesh of mortals relentlessly, in order to quench his insatiable lust for hunger, to waltz in the sea of crimson blood that belonged to his miserable preys. Speaking frankly, the demon has grown rather bland of his wonted vaunting. He has commenced to crave a taste that of more exquisite, of a delirious honeyed cuisine, that, he should composedly cultivate. Ah, with the immense of time he possesses as a demon, acquiring such taste of his desire is merely of an elementary task, no? ❝— Now, do enlighten me, human, what is it that you truly wish for? ❞ @solacanis

@solacanis​  asked :   ( 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ) ; one muse takes care of the other while they’re sick. [ Vincent being a good husband! ] 

          you’d think that after nearly three decades of living the countess would become blasé to chronic bedrest,  it’s afflictions,   &   the burden it places on her loved ones.   she has learned to recognize the signs of impending bedrest   —   the inkling of scratchiness at the back of her throat,  or an unshakable lethargy that seemed to settle in her bones.   yet,  identifying the symptoms does little to assuage the guilt. 

          “...  my love?”   she croaked.   just two little words   &   she’s already breathless   —   chest heavy,  throat closing,  vision blurry.   a cool,  ungloved,  hand pressed against her forehead   &   she sighs at the temporary   &   all-too-fleeting relief.   “you  —  but ...  her majesty?”   she swallows thickly,  unable to speak further beyond the strain.   he was due for a trip out of the country on behalf of the queen   ❪  the details are,  as always,  unbeknownst to her  ❫   &   as pleasant as his unexpected appearance was,  she didn’t mean to worry him.  

                                               he knows her all too well.

( unprompted / always accepting !! )

            𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐍  𝐀𝐃𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.  Although  she  had  been  prepared  as  much  as  she  could,  one  was  never  truly  ready.  While  the  illustrious  Phantomhive  bloodline  was  something  she  contend  with,  her  new  husband's  position  as  the  Queen's  Watchdog  was  another  hurdle  entirely.  Vincent  had  told  her  everything  long  before  their  vows,  of  course,  but  it  was  quite  another  thing  to  witness  the  nights  when  he  came  home  with  soiled  gloves  and  a  grim  look  in  his  eyes.  All  of  which  were  quickly  discarded  once  he  set  his  sights  upon  her;  bust  still,  she  observed  it  nonetheless. 

            The  perpetual  tranquility  of  the  drawing  room  was  almost  immediately  shattered  by  her  husband's  boisterous  outburst,  yet  Rachel  couldn't  find  it  in  herself  to  be  upset  at  the  fright  it  had  given  her  in  that  moment.  She  hastily  set  her  cup  and  saucer  on  the  table,  leaping  to  her  feet. 

Vinny vc: oh do you uh need a towel?????

CONTINUED / @solacanis

the sound of heavy footsteps descend the stairs , followed by the faint sound of german grumbling and muttering . soon enough , the imposing figure of the baron came into view . he stops in his tracks just short of stepping off the stairs .

" phantomhive , " came the gruff greeting , brows knitted as he took in the sudden ( though not entirely unwelcomed ) sight of his friend . " — is it not considered rude to show up unannounced ? "