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ReaperHello there, my lady, good evening.
Would you care to dance with me?
It is an ethereal dance I weave,
A dance of madness, a dance of poison.
Yes, the danse macabre,
The dance of death.
This is the dance I weave.
That is my dance,
My duty as a shinigami,
A reaper, a god of death.
Don't be afraid, I promise it will be painless.
Please don't resist, now;
After all, I don't want overtime.
Of stars and stagnationstars are shameless;
they show us their past openly,
revealing to us in their light the world of so very long ago
and I am lost in that world,
a world of darkness and light,
staring up at the sky as the rest of the world keeps moving.
and I sit and focus on the past—
not mine, but theirs, a past full of wonder and light
and marvel at what they have seen
as I watch the sky,
thinking my own life to be unexciting
while others around me are living
and I wait for adventure to come to me
while everyone else
is busy going out to find theirs.
What the hell am I doing?
His master, the one and only VPairing: SebastianxCiel
Was he still dreaming?
This felt surrealistic and impossible.
Could the young master really nurture the same feelings as he did?
Ciel Phantomhive was not of the kind of person to fall in love. He was cold and rather heartless, and his pride would never allow it.
But, then again an (supposedly) emotionless narcissist demon was not the kind to fall in love either.
Just maybe, the master actually loved him too?
Should Sebastian enter his master’s chamber?
Another soft painful cry coming from the chamber answered the question for him.
He opened the door and entered the chamber. After silently closing the door, he stopped for a second to take in the sight in front of him.
The Earl looked like nothing like himself, he was an emotional mess.
The huge, dark-blue silk covers covered almost all of his body, but his head was peaking up at the top.
His normally pale skin was even paler than usual it almost looked transparent. It wa
Thriller of Halloween*Tic-tac... tic-tac... tic-tac...
The voice echoes fading with the song of flames. The smell of cardamom and musk intoxicating, the colour of amber stunning,the voice of the heavenly sound striking.
The mind loses its control, the conscious slips awayand heart sinks in darkness.
The blood shaded on the ground with crimson and black,the burning aroma of al-oud rising high and the walls decorated with bloody hand palms. The scenery misses the actors to be a perfect opera tonight!
A man moves into the scene, his clothes torn in piecescoloured by red blood. He holds a girl in his hand, her chest gapped open, her heart stopped playing the symphony of her life long ago.
The man glares to a dark corner with his blazing red eyes. As he sighs he gently starts:
I hate to be in dept, angel...""
A giggle rises from the corner and a figure comes out flirting around and dancing among the corpses carelessly.
"Don't be mean to me demon! I just granted her wish... what kind of s
CatsCats. Ciel had decided long ago that they were the source of all things evil in this world. He despised cats, and it was just his luck that Sebastian loved the annoying fur balls.
It started as a normal mission, or as normal as any mission involving him cross-dressing could be (which as much as he hated to admit it, was pretty common).
As he walked through town a stray cat had decided that she liked him, and wanted to show how much she like him, by slipping under his skirt and rubbing up against his legs purring. Then, when he tried to walk away, she followed him, moving between his legs to rub up against him more. To make matters worse as he went along more cats seemed to join the first, following him around and rubbing up against his legs. He just knew that his asthma was going to act up soon.
Part of him was regretting sending Sebastian away to complete a separate part of the mission, knowing that the man would be able to remove the cats from him, another part was glad, knowing how
His master, the one and only VIPairing: SebastianXCiel
The tension that had filled the Phanthomhive manor for almost a full week now was almost unbearable.
It had always been a dark pressing feeling lurking around there, never leaving any of its inhabitants or visitors mind, but that was nothing compared to the current state of things.
Everyone in the manor had noticed the current tension between the master and his butler. It had been five days filled with it now, and the servants could not bare it any longer.
As everything in this household, none of these new feelings were being openly expressed. They were just lying under the surface, silent before the upcoming storm…
The servants of the household were terrified. They had discussed the matter, and concluded with that they all felt the same way.
Sebastian had been even more intimidating than usual, so they tried their best to not mess things up.
This extra addition of worry had not had the desired effect, it caused them to break and destro
Wash White: Chapter.5
Her Identity, Questioning
The carriage announced itself with its onslaught of rhythmic trotting. To those it passed it was nothing more than a black shape teetering across a darkening backdrop. It tipped and swayed along the uneven path through the countryside, making the coachman and the party inside rather uncomfortable.
Riliane had done everything in her own power to convince Wynn that she did not want to attend the Midford's soiree, but all her preciously feigned tears and puppy stares were a waste unless he actually looked at her face, which he refused to do. Instead he convinced her to accompany him at the mention of Ciel Phantomhive. She reluctantly agreed, seeing it as a chance to remake her first impression.
The dispute she and Ciel had had lead to an interesting brawl between their butlers, which seemed to have gotten rather personal. Long story short; Riliane had gotten anxious watching Damian narrowly dodge near-fatal blows and had ran in between them rig
His master, the one and only (epilogue)Pairing: SebastianxCiel
The demon had preferred the time when he had been bored with it.
Boredom had felt like heaven compared to this.
He had spent centuries feeling nothing, but the last hundred years or so he had been filled purely with sadness and rage. With the exception of one day every year.
On this day he felt happiness, but to the contrary it was also on that day that the sadness and anger were the strongest.
During the remaining 364 days of the year the sadness was mostly what dominated his mind, but he never showed it. He only showed the anger
Like now, looking down at the pathetic human laying beneath him. The demon was snarling at her and making other noises not from this world.
She was terrified.
When she had encountered the demon, she appeared to have everything: a nice job, good looks and a very successful husband. Everyone envied her, which was of course with the exception of her husband’s much younger mistress.
In her rage she had managed
ContractFilled with hatred nightmare-born,
His family dead he does not mourn.
Deep in darkness, he cannot see,
The crow the only to hear his plea.
Through the darkness comes a voice:
"Now then, human, make your choice.
Grab the thread and start to climb,
Then your soul I shall make mine."
Vengeance now his one desire,
All lost to him within the fire,
The vow is made, the contract sealed,
The demon's power now his to wield.
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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