#( ♚) post interconnected subplot

[lightcreators]

@rosa-geminae continue from here

A smile passed Francis’ features at the compliment.  Much like the line by Lewis Carroll, mother, everywhere, haunted Francis phantomwise for the past 8 years.

“There are only so many places I can sneak away during a ball, so perhaps I shall go to your manor next time I need to escape from dancing.”  Although, he had no doubt the rumor mill would get picked up once people have noticed his habit, and thus his peace away from social obligation will once again be compromised.

He was not surprised with the Earl, although Francis couldn’t help but think how the sorrow must’ve been greater for the boy. Francis wasn’t sure what he’d do if he were in Phantomhive’s position.

“You said that you’re in no rush. So you mean that you have no other plans aside from my visitation, then?”

Ghosts were left in the shadows, where sympathy of his compliment stayed understandable. At some point, even though he cannot be assured where, his features would betray about how much he could be horrified of ghosts --- tourmented inside an repetition of an shadowing presence behind his back, of associated regrets, of conflicted feelings, where one terrible boy remembrances would still tourment him. He did what he could for learn what kind of person was the real Alois Trancy, who had no respect for him, who hold a grudge to had almost his imposter --- only be saved to be murdered on sight for had befriend the main concerned and was trying to save him … when he had been happy to had let down his stubborness … when he had gratefully blessed an inner decision to be honest about saving him --- … and realizing in comparison how harmless Alois imposter was. More emotionally understanding, less bossing people, less … incredibly harsh and mocking …. but his ghost will follow him. The Earl Trancy wanted to becoming that kind of boy. Internally, he pushed behind the thoughts. He would remaining tourmented about that, and someday, he would better digesting the kind of reality he was living. It had been his fault. He hadn't been able to protect the Earl Trancy enough, hadn't been able to be a king in front of the real Alois, hadn't been able to embracing entire responsabilities of current circumstances … It wasn't something Sebastian can fix.

❝ I can manage for a sort of agreement between us if you need to sneak away. Quiet the rumours, avoid problems on your family name. ❞ He proposed naturally. It was something he could handle by himself. For many months, he had to justify his absence inside noblesse society and his unavailability for the Queen, had also to express the Queen would be removed of her Spider for a some time … and always bring reassurance over circumstances. Justifying inside various letters why he cannot show up in daylight. Some other ally helped him to just focus over current mission of the time, where he could eventually breath partially, having still to handle his compagny, and that, no matter how circumstances were. He wasn't sure anymore how to take the underground's reaction to his situation. He never dared asking Lau about how relationship had been with an certain organization who must have hanging around … meanwhile some man had bring terror inside noblesse spheres. The underground didn't have reacted. The big one didn't, until very late … and it was going to show up physically one more time. ❝ I'm accustomed to host other nobles. I won't be surprised if it's suddently became an second home to you. For some, it has become it. ❞ There was an pleasant expression towards his confirmation request. Outside eventually show up at Trancy's doorstep and regretting his decision one second later, no, nothing. ❝ Not to my knowledge. I've managed to give myself quieter weeks for a while. I will have to visit some nobles in a few weeks, though that can wait. ❞

#rosageminae #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #black butler spoilers / #the time where it's always implied lmao #have a beta reply post so triming become possible !

[lightcreators]

@moonshinemuses​

Darkness  within  her  shop  were  comforting  :  a  long  awaited  signal  he  could  appear  in  middle  of  the  mortal  world  …  without  been  seen  …  without  been  perceived  unless  that  single  presence  he  desired  to  be  known.  Careful  background  watching,  inside  throne  of  the  Underground,  had  been  realized  during  couple  of  hours  ago  —  searching  that  expected  moment  when  they  could  be  together,  when  they  could  found  each  other  …  How  many  centuries  he  had  been  waiting  ?  How  many  couple  of  hundreds  of  years  he  had  been  accepting,  since  he  had  been  reincarnated,  she  must  be  somewhere,  even  though  he  didn’t  know  where  ?  How  many  time  separated  them  their  last  private  instant  together  ?  These  thoughts  were  often  pushed  behind.  Emotionally  tourmented  by  emptiness  of  a  presence  aside  his  throne.  Emotionally  nostalgic  of  that  charming  flowers  smell  who  used  to  generating  an  immediate  smile  …  How  long  did  he  waited  in  the  Underground,  during  how  many  reincarnations,  hoping  that  someday  that  absence  will  be  earased  of  his  heart  ?  His  appareance  diverged  possibly  a  little  on  who  she  learned  to  know  him  …  Sharing  that  element  of  black  long  hair  he  appreciated  a  lot  into  that  particular  vessel,  when  young  features,  this  time,  didn’t  seemed  …  troublesome.  She  didn’t  changed  from  memories  he  keep  preciously.  When  he  could  allowing  himself  to  whispering  internally  her  name.  Persephone.  A  taboo  in  which  that  other  kid,  at  least,  didn’t  search  to  break.  Amusing  somehow,  that  one  witch  in  which  he  invited  some  annoying  boy  to  protect  content  of  his  bottle  of  truth,  deciding  to  share  burden    —    ❝  It  had  been  a  long  while.    ❞  Softness  voice  introducing  himself,  as  ocean  eyes  gazed  towards  her.  His  sensitivity  would  catch  up  with  him  at  some  point,  where,  knowing    bitter  aftertaste  of  frustration  in  his  voice,  as  his  whole  body  betrayed    tenderness,  he  quietly  noted.    ❝  Someone  told  me  where  you  were,  being  polite  not  to  mention  your  name.  No  doubt  he  was  hoping  that  I  would  kidnap  you.    ❞  He  smiled  slowly.

#moonshinemuses #ic :: hades #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #hades and persephone tbt.

[lightcreators]

@somnium-delicata​

Strangeness  of  people  he  was  meeting  inside  amusing  opportunities  didn’t  diverged  his  casual  indifference  towards  circumstances.  Surely,  surprise  would  be  a  light  term  for  describe  how  he  was  feeling  internally.  How  many  meetings  did  he  take  for  pretend  bear  the  presence  of  the  Earl  Trancy  inside  the  beginning  of  their  partnership  ?  Oh,  there  had  been  one  meeting  in  particular  he  wanted  to  forget  all  about  —  that  time  when  before  deciding  to  playing  inside  another  approach  long  ago  forgotten,  he  presented  himself  with  all  femine  appeal  into  an  charming  intent  …  common  charm  who  had  been  quite  something  usual  once  he  had  an  entire  place  inside  his  manor,  when  an  wound  searched  to  been  healed,  didn’t  stop  him  to  bring  messes  …  At  the  second  pondering,  how  many  weeks  has  been  necessery  for  him  to  accepting  the  presence  of  his  rival,  and  not  perceiving  only  as  a  piece  to  been  used,  a  piece  he  needed  alive  for  survive  himself,  turning  into  an  gentleness  care,  when  eventually,  it  wasn’t  that  much  important  how  he  expressed  his  noblesse  …  Maybe  he  shouldn’t  have  turned  it  that  way  inside  his  thoughts.  There  was  nothing  noble  inside  his  friend  —  for  coming  from  another  darkness  he  preferred  forget  the  reminder,  and  even  if  he  did  embracing  that  noblesse  associated  to  his  social  class  …  it  will  be  dramatic.  Even  along  sealed  lips,  that  silent  guilt  eating  his  soul  over  the  presence  of  another  one,  of  that  walking  truth  reflecting  his  own  lie,  remained.  He  had  been  forgiven  regardless  about  all  the  hurt  he  could  have  done  towards  that  impostor  he  didn’t  knew  he  was  …  however  cannot  push  behind  inside  his  mind  he  was  responsible  of  how  circumstances  turned  into  an  disaster  …  turned  into  an  unwelcomed  tragedy  when  he  had  been  a  piece  of  an  game.  Somewhere,  there  wasn’t  only  that.  There  was  no  comment  over  the  mask  presented  by  the  other  noble  in  which  various  clothes  had  been  offered.  Himself  had  his  little  secret  over  that  masked  eye  —  where  his  pact  remained  hidden  for  the  rest  of  the  world.  It  won’t  be  the  first  sudden  intriguing detail  he  would  came  to  face.  He  met  previously  an  boy  who  seemed  locked  inside  an  observer  seat,  regardless  how  much  efforts  was  carried  out,  who  remained  silent  over  an  clock  on  his  chest  and  seemed  troubled  by  time  as  there  was  an  strange  Wonderland  he  was  linked  with.  He  had  no  desire  to  talk  about  Lelouch  vi  Britannia,  that  Emperor  of  Britannia  he  pushed  too  much  faith  in,  beliving  that  falsery  imagery  of  innocence  …  when  he  ended  up  been  an  ruthless  mastermind  stolen  others  nobles  thrones.  The  little  seconds  he  perceived  of  the  God  of  the  Underground  —  uncanny  would  be  these  young  features  inside  a  millennial  god,  whose  existence  he  still  fully  refused  to  believe,  refused  to  hear  silent  whispers  of  this  encounter  that  he  was  doomed  to  met  him    …  Sebastian  himself  was  an  falsery  of  appareance  :  it’s  was  an  demon,  it  was  normal.  No,  actually,  it  seemed  inside  their  current  conversation,  with  his  entire  friendness  exposed,  he  touched  something  …  unexpected.  An  sensation  hanging  in  the  atmosphere  of  another  truth  who  was  hanging  around  and  awaited  to  been  catch  up  —  because  the  breaking  of  illusions  coming  from  resentment  of  an  silenced  presence  remained  casually  attached  everywhere,  attached  to  every  players  of  that  play .  He  blamed  himself  for  not  having  pay  too  much  attention  towards  the  witch  he  was  so  inclined  to  speak  about  …  There  was  only  an  painting  inside  an  sealed  manor,  when  he  briefly  crossed  path  of  such  indication  over  that  world  of  witches.  There  was  an  attached  name  too,  an  connection  towards  the  underground  and  one  person  he  didn’t  desired  much  the  presence.  It  was  supposed  to  been  consequence  of  that  magic  breaking  illusions  ?  Forced  them  to  realizing  truths  inside  circumstances  no  matter  how  insignificant  it  was  ?  Compared  to  Alois,  he  didn’t  have  to  face  an  eternal  remembrance  by  his  merely  existence  and  name.  Compared  to  Alois,  the  reflection  of  a  mirror  barely  expressed  something  he  was  hiding.  Compared  to  Alois,  he  didn’t  have  to  turn  an  lie  into  a  truth,  for  already  protecting  the  smoothing  cage  of  lies  he  created  around  himself,  for  never  let  the  truth  came  out.  Maybe  …  expressing  how  unaffected  he  would  have  to  remain  about  his  undesired  distance  with  noblesse  sphere  society  for  reasons  that  cannot  been  delayed  awakening  an  deep  care  and  affection  he  came  to  explore  with  outcasts  …  Meeting  something  different  didn’t  seemed  something  strange  inside  circumstances,  but  was  some  kind  of  invisible  link.  At  least,  none  of  these  thoughts  would  came  out  as  he  offered  an  timid  smile, staying  respectful.  

❝    This  offers  more  choices  to  find  what  would  suit  you  best.    ❞  He  assured.  Despite  his  wide  wardrobe,  he  knew  an  expert  who  could  give  him  new  copies  in  colors  that  would  suit  him.    As  a  rule,  he  knew  what  he  wanted,  could  express  the  desired  feeling  of  care  for  the  outfit  —  but  he  didn’t  care  about  it  personally.  It  had  bothered  him  for  a  long  time  to  hear  Elisabeth’s  wonderment  at  new  fashion  products  … which  would  go  perfectly  with  Alois  eccentricity  about  it.  Ah  yes,  the  main  concerned  had  already  told  him  that  he  didn’t  know  how  to  savor  the  good  things  in  life.  After  all,  it  was  because  he  had  come  to  disturb  his  plans  for  a  gloomy  life  and  had  upset  his  existence  in  its  general  monotomy,  the  end  of  which  was  already  written,  that  he  was  already  allowing  himself  to  live  —  he  wasn’t  going  to  understand  greatness  of  simple  pleasures  in  a  week.    ❝  I  asked  Sebastian  to  offer  you  everything  that  might  suit  you.  My  butler  knows  how  to  do  that  sort  of  thing.  You  have  the  right  not  to  find  what  suits  you,  I  will  find  a  solution  otherwise.  I  have  time  for  you,  it  doesn’t  bother  me  that  you  take  the  time  necessary  for  your  choice.    ❞  Pleasure  of  his  papers  and  the  management  of  his  business,  he  always  found  time  to  do  it  —  his  thoughts  could  escape  from  this  paralyzing  anxiety  which  hadn’t  ceased  to  torment  him  since  this  second  manor,  since  that  guilt  attached  to  his  skin.  He  could  stagger  such  moments  to  socialize  as  he  had  never  done  before  with  so  much  honesty  inside  his  expression.  There  was  an  associated  short  smile  as  he  reassured.    ❝  If  your  happiness  is  not  here,  we  could  see  a  specialist  in  the  field.  Mrs.  Hopkins  has  designated  several  examples  of  my  wardrobe,  she  will  have  the  eye  to  give  you  the  best.  I  would  take  part  in  the  finances  about  it.    ❞

#somniumdelicata #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #return of emotional victorian screaming #black butler spoilers / #long post / #( answered. )

[lightcreators]

@louveteauperdu continue from here

“Ah…” Sasaki replied and he blinked a few time. He tilted a little his head. He knew he was different with Hisoka than the other. And he was not so surprised that Hisoka remarked it. He looked down a few seconds. He was more warmed and gentle and soft in his voice when he talked with him. He acted like he was really interested by what the younger said. He knew he was more cold and rude with the other. He always acted like he was annoyed by everything and that he just wanted to take a nap. But with Hisoka it was different… And not only because he had a crush for him. Maybe he was in love with him? Shuumei was not so sure about his own feeling. It was a new thing for him. “Sorry if I was rude in my tone.” He finally murmured and he looked up with a light smile. “I mean… It is not that I am not myself with you or with the other….” For what he cared about what the people could think about him… He was not a very friendly and sociable person. “It is just… I don’t want to hurt you with my word. With you I feel more alive and happy and I care a lot about you. I like our all relationship, the all time we pass together.. I just try to be nice because I want to be kind and soft with you.” He tried to explain. “Sorry it doesn’t make sense I guess.” He added with a blush on the cheek.

There  was  no  need  to  hide  behind  illusions  with  him  …  Not  simply  because,  without  saying  anything,  just  by  standing  next  to  the  concerned,  he  would  feel  reality  of  circumstances  but  also  because  his  gentleness  wouldn’t  change  regardless.  It  was  possibily  one  of  advantages  to  had  deal  with  the  Witch  of  Illusions  :  he  didn’t  care  anymore  if  people  lie  from  protect  him,  protecting  themselves,  escaping  on  their  own  suffering  with  that  solution  …  He  wasn’t  going  to  take  it  badly.  Even  since  he  had  been  associated  with  his  job,  he  discovered  these  joy  into  long-term  friendship  and  understanding,  growing  up  from  a  isolated  boy  weary  to  trust.  He  learned  somewhere  about  how    bouncing  back  towards  returned  emotions    —  whatever  it’s  was  about  deep  affection  he  might  have  for  him  …  or  hidden  despair.  He  remained  an  desired  anchor  to  Tsuzuki  no  matter  how  much  they  usually  doesn’t  speak  about  it,  when  depressive  thoughts  and  worthlessness  feelings  wrapped  his  being  at  time.  He  somehow  managed  to  open  a  door  into  terrible  Witch’s  mindset,  reflecting  something  personal  between  each  other,  staying  quiet.  As  he  must  do  same  now  —

He  noticed  how  Sasaki-kun  voice  changed  on  his  presence,  how  he  could  hear  echo  of  his  joyfulness  inside  of  him,  how  he  was  doing  everything  he  could  for  avoid  a  hurt  between  them.  How  he  appreciated  him  for  who  he  was,  for  all  their  time  together.  If  before,  he  would  have  struggled  to  coping  with  recent  emotions  such  as  ones  he  was  also  feeling  …  he  had  to  dealing  with  unwanted  seduction  and  realization  over  his  attraction  all  by  himself.  It  wasn’t  something  he  wanted  speak  out  loud,  but  since  his  friends  noticed,  they  managed  to  allowing  accepteance  easier  for  him.  It  wasn’t  like  he  could  offer  him  everything  someone  else  could  —    ❝  I  didn’t  get  the  impression  you  were  rude.    ❞  He  admitted  slowly.  ‘Rude’  had  an  definition  changed  meanwhile  —  causing  endless  whims  ;  torturing  him  with  undesired  recollections.  That  was  deeply  harsh.  Correcting  him  or  raising  a  voice  was  just  something  that  happens.  In  fact,  he  was  one  of  nicest  and  caring  person  he  knew.    ❝  You  didn’t  hurt  me.    ❞  He  reassured.  An  passing  happiness  created  an  uncontrollable  blush  about  compliment  he  received,  when  though  there  was  no  words,  his  green  eyes  exposed  how  mutual  it’s  was.    ❝  I  also  love  every  time  we  spend  together.  Sometimes  I  feel  a  little  cloud  of  happiness  envelop  me  when  I  think  about  you.    ❞    Loving  him  remained  complicated.  Beyond  his  problem  about  accepting  physical  touch  more  often,  beyond  his  empathy,  beyond  his  risk  to  been  wrapped  by  Hypnos  hands  forever  …  he  would  be  the  one  who  would  see  him  growing  old  and  accompany  him  to  the  other  side  at  the  end,  separated  by  death  at  some  point,  since  he  had  no  right  to  rest.  He  preferred  to  think  about  it  already,  for  having  had  this  torment  in  relation  to  Hijiri  :    no  matter  these  ties  remained  exceptional,  he  was  on  other  side,  he  was  in  this  conflict  of  giving  sweetness  to  something  that  could  be  awful.  To  accompany  them  to  the  end  with  all  his  deep  affections.  Even  beyond  not  knowing  how  to  offer  a  defiled  and  cursed  body  to  someone  else.  Beyond  even  not  wanting  someone  to  touch  his  soul  afraid  of  what  they  might  find.    ❝  You  are  nice.  You  don’t  have  to  play  a  role  with  me,  to  change  yourself .  You’re  kinder  that  you’ve  imagine.  You  want  my  happiness,  for  thank  me  to  make  you  happy  …  as  much  I  want  it  myself.    ❞

#louveteauperdu #ic :: hisoka kurosaki #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #( 💕 ) sasaki to miyano #hisoka and sasaki tbt.

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Her  compliment  was  highly  appreciated,  as  a  smile  allowed  to  flatter  his  lips  with  contentement,  however  an  thoughtful  expression  soon  nuanced  his  current  expression.  Chessboards  represented  his  arrogance  symbol,  the  little  element  about  how  the  world  had  been  perceived  during  couple  of  time  …  before  suddently  receiving  cruel  truths  he  wasn’t  what  he  thought  …  a  proclaimed  king  who  needed  no  acknoweldgement,  controlling  the  outside  world  at  leisure,  when  each  decision  will  go  into  his  planned  decisions,  into  a  natural  ruthlessness  associated  to  his  name  of  Phantomhive,  who  had  no  consideration  for  others  people  chessboards.  It  always  had  been  his.  Presence  of  the  Earl  Trancy  inside  his  existence  —  who  apparently  seemed  far  away  of  such  entertainment  for  having  chosen  the  most  disturbing  ones,  for  having  known  too  well  the  condition  of  being  to  a  pawn  —  changed  nothing  of  that  perspective  :  at  some  point,  his  existence  did  troubled  him  enough,  did  was  problematic  to  his  affairs,  he  would  have  be  better  if  he  disappeared  of  his  sight  …  A  thought,  back  in  the  time,  he  couldn’t  imagine  he  would  regret  for  the  rest  of  his  life.  His  best  weapon,  Sebastian,  even  though  there  was  no  interest  for  his  desires,  cannot  betray  him  so  consequences  of  his  lack  of  vigiliance  frustrated  him  instead  to  truly  anger  him.  For  a  long  time,  he  thought  he  was  that  conquering  king  that  would  move  forwards  depiste  corpse  around  him,  achieving  his  goal  regardless  the  price.  Unless  someone  else  started  a  chessboard  and  embracing  his,  for  eventually  swallowing  it  whole  as  the  trap  was  unable  to  be  perceived  …  Everything  changed  since  Lelouch  vi  Britannia  arrived.    Until  that  day  he  could  still  remember,  when  the  Emperor  of  Britannia,  recently  arrived  and  having  triggered  couple  of  meetings  between  nobles  for  testing  the  water  from  afar  (  incidentally  give  him  another  chance  to  see  the  Earl  Trancy,  for  couple  of  time  … despite  his  wish  to  be  in  his  presence  as  little  as  possible  as  his  obsession  kept  increasing  )  had  come  straight  to  see  his  abilities  by  himself.  Back  into  a  time  when  he  was  still  naive  and  had  an  consciousness  about  importance  of  the  role  he  held,  humilitation  to  lose  that  chess  game  had  been  particularity  difficult  to  shallow.  When  a  warning  in  the  atmosphere  hadn’t  been  listened,  neither  accepted  or  completetly  remembered.  That  Emperor  had  dared  to  push  back  into  his  place  kindly  by  recollecting  his  difference,  inform  him  moreover  he  would  be  brought  to  protect  the  Earl  Trancy  that  he  couldn’t  stand  !  

Which  eventually  happened  …  because  of  a  choice …  when  he  decided  to  enjoy  another  of  these  meetings,  when  anyways  that  Earl  wanted  to  bring  miseries  to  him,  for  enjoy  that  occassion  to  end  his  life  !  Unleashing  against  him  the  desire  of  another  demon  who  completely  forgot  his  initial  master  and  who  found  his  soul  too  interesting  not  to  seize  it  by  force  …  finding  himself  having  to  protect  Alois  Trancy.  He  didn’t  know  how  Lelouch  had  been  able  to  anticipate  so  far  circumstances,  to  the  point  there  was  no  particular  surprise  to  learn  his  butler  demon  wanted  his  death,  to  show  no  emotion  towards  circumstances  he  himself  started  …  However,  he  had  been  remained  unprepared  towards  living  that  kind  of  chess  game  !  When  he  would  refuse  to  act  as  a  king  —  into  meaning  to  do  everything  for  the  result  —  in  middle  of  a  sensation  of  contest  when  best  asshole  of  the  game  would  win  it.  When  best  ego  would  end  that  game  by  prove  to  everyone  else  in  the  room  they  were  the  strongest  !  When  it  differed  about  how  nicely  Lelouch  had  played  amusingly  with  a  chessboard  into  a  game,  when  concretly,  he  proved  how  people  around  him  could  be  used  and  thrown  at  leisure  !  Chessboard  taste  become  embittered,  clouded  by  regrets,  devastated  by  sadness.  Each  time  he  touched  that  game  after  what  happened,  it  was  recollection  of  each  move  he  didn’t  move,  each  instant  he  hadn’t  been  here  as  it  should  be,  each  moment  he  preferred  remaining  selfish  into  his  comfortable  sphere  without  be  interested  by  others  people  chessboards  …  One  day,  would  he  be  able  to  reach  Lelouch  and  found  back  the  pride  he  had  been  stolen  for  ?  Did  he  even  wanted  to  be  a  king  in  front  of  a  Emperor  who  giving  him  little  consideration  and  who  had  no  problem  to  switch  his  pawn  use  towards  another  noble  ?  Regardless  the  pain,  he  was  still  playing,  but  without  that  sensation  of  ruler.  He  was  a  pawn  like  any  other  …  thinking  he  could  be  a  king  …  thinking  he  could  control  his  fate  …    ❝  I’m  still  far  from  having  been  able  to  express  my  abilities,  despite  all  my  beliefs.    ❞  Detached  answer  was  offered,  when  sorrow  sprinkled  his  gaze.  He  needed  to  become  a  competent  and  recognized  king,  who  could  influence  opposing  kings  !    ❝  Unfortunately  experience  have  left  me  with  a  bitter  taste.    ❞

#sheyearns #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #(🐇 ) pandora hearts #long post / #( answered. ) #ciel and lacie tbt.

[lightcreators]

@louveteauperdu continue from here

Shuumei was not so sure it would never change. One day maybe Hisoka would be in love with another person. Maybe they would not stay close and together a long time. He could not be sure they would always be together in one year. Maybe he was unsure by nature. But he could not imagine they would stay together their all life. He wanted it of course. He wanted to be sure they would be in love for the eternity. He didn’t think he could love less Hisoka one day. But he was not always positive about his own person. He could not suppress the all doubt and nervousness inside his own soul. He bit his lower lip a little. Finally he smiled shyly and he blushed deeply. “I care about you too. I will always be there for you.” He murmured and he licked nervously his own lips. “And it will never change, even if one day you would stop to want me in your life…” He added softly. “I love you.”

Pure  gentleness  had  been  expressed  within  every  single  of  his  sentence,  wishing  to  be  reassuring,  wishing  to  sending  warm,  hoping  somehow  able  to  bring  an  smile  …  It  was  a  delicate  acknoweldgment  for  all  their  time  together,  all  moments  they  had  yet  to  live.  ‘Finishing’  high  school,  on  his  side,  was  purely  accessory  —  just  a  way  to  stay  by  his  side  (  having  the  administrative  right  to  his  work  ),  an  opportunity  to  keep  in  touch  with  one  of  his  friends  in  a  easier  dynamic  …  but  all  these  academic  efforts,  despite  opening  the  door  to  another  future,  were  purely  ephemeral.  No  matter  how  much  time  passed,  he  could  no  longer  have  that  right  to  be  grown  old,  to  have  a  sense  of  complete  inclusion  to  'already  have  a  job’  in  mortal  world.  For  his  part,  he  wanted  to  continue  to  support  his  friend  beyond  high  school  —  whether  it  was  university,  whether  it  was  afterwards  …  where  despite  the  proximity  between  their  two  worlds,  he  would  be  obliged  at  some  point  or  another  to  find  themselves  'reduced’  to  their  work  obligations.  He  had  negotiated  his  compromise  only  for  high  school.  Where  eventually  his  name  would  disappear  from  the  archives,  having  been  a  passing  shadow.  No  doubt  he  had  matured  enough  not  to  personally  feel  insecure  …  before  feeling  his  emotions  clouded  by  this  sensation  of  a  giant  black  hole  of  panic  that  he  felt  deep  inside  him.  He  felt  uncomfortable  in  spite  of  himself,  embarrassed,  even  hesitating  to  look  at  him  when  he  knew  perfectly  it  wasn’t  his  emotion.  He  couldn’t  handle  those  kinds  of  reflection  yet  :  he  had  hundreds  of  fairly  recent  memories  where  a  constant  mix  of  distress,  anger,  feelings  of  abandonment,  fear  had  tugged  him  corners  of  his  being  that  he  had  to  isolate  himself  ;  finding  ways  to  soften  endless  emotional  attacks  …  subconsciously  he  didn’t  want  to  go  through  that  again.  Subconsciously  he  didn’t  want  to  synchronize  with  every  emotion.  He  still  controlled  nothing  of  it.  As  if  this  mirror  that  was  continually  projected  came  back  to  him,  having  no  desire  to  worry  him,  his  gaze  echoed  a  vibrating  anxiety  that  resonated  into  his  friend’s  soul,  keeping  a  sweet  smile.  It  was  a  whisper  but  his  answer  increased  his  expression  of  happiness.    ❝  There’s  no  reason  why  I  wouldn’t  want  you  anymore.    ❞  It  was  quite  ironic  to  come  face  to  face  with  the  expression  'in  your  life’  in  front  of  a  Shinigami:  it  was  long  over.  The  kind  of  bond  he  created  with  him  could  last  beyond  mortal  standards.  He  was  going  to  have  to  ask  his  superiors  for  a  few  clearances  —  to  become  a  guardian,  to  become  a  special  guide  for  his  soul  —  to  make  their  relationship  last  painlessly.  He  felt  himself  blushing  brutally  at  his  confession,  where  temporarily,  it  allowed  to  prevent  other  emotion  from  taking  over.  At  least,  before  he  felt  his  hands  shaking,  where  the  beating  of  his  heart  gave  a  loud  symphony  in  his  ears.    He  learned  to  deal  with  it  this  with  a  certain  witch  where  he  had  to  replace  a  raised  voice  by  keep  his  composure.  ❝    I  love  you  too.  You  don’t  have  to  worry.    ❞

#louveteauperdu #ic :: hisoka kurosaki #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #( 💕 ) sasaki to miyano #hisoka and sasaki tbt.

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@pointofviiew continue from here

Sebastian had just walked into the room when his young lord muttered that. Making the demon butler pause and even tilt his head in curiosity. "What is?" He asked calmly bowing forward a bit in habit ready to listen to Ciel if the other was willing to add on to that.

Experiencing frustration for have read an couple of paperwork was quite something common … How many times did he had internally sighed when he was receiving letters from one particular noble, expecting nothing less than terrible writing and embellished reality upon words that were supposed to be reassuring ? How many times, coming from the same noble, mere notion of his devotion in one manner or another towards him, were enough for exasperated him, when consciousness about how many time he would want, at that time, to escape him, this would be pointless? Other topics were also concerned. Gratefully, rarely he had been offered bad news concerning his various business, in which he was handling as best as he could for avoid failing inside sudden unexpected results (he had Sebastian for guaranteeing result he desired, assuming an demon was needed to be involved at some point). Still, outside one noble, there was one other manner to bring exasperation out of him --- Elizabeth Milford showing her consciousness of future fiancee showing up at his manor, his most feared nightmare long before that meaning of hell exposed within a blonde face … He would have preferred it to be about business, far sincerely --- an excuse for considering himself busy for next days and returning inside old distanced habits.

Something quite impossible to turn back now …

❝ Lizzy. ❞ He finally admitted as timing as to be that good his demon butler had to enter the room when he was complaining. Immediately inside his visible eye, he was requesting a cup of tea for emotionally wrapping the news around his head for do something about it. Besides to implicitly requesting sweet at the same time, regardless if it’s wasn’t exactly the appointed time for such thing, but he would always trying with his butler. ❝ She wants to visit me … ❞ One boy was seeking to be affectionate all the time with him and be ready to settling down for eternity irresponsibably inside his manor if he wasn’t enough convincing, as rightfully worried as he was, to be put distance between them as best healthy move … and Elizabeth won’t never giving up to managing someday, one time to bring an smile on this face. He had suffered that torment before for the sake of a Queen’s mission, which had been torture, and sound of Sebastian’s mockery expression hadn’t been that soon forgotten. She couldn’t blame Lizzy, as in his regards, within a deep imposed denial over what happened, everything was fine, nevertheless, he wasn’t surprised his presence would be greatly missed.

#pointofviiew #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #it's pre public school arc for celebrate the new anime 8D #of course have to turn it into an thread

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@somnium-delicata continue from here (formely Legacy posts)

Special?  Zero could only wonder what the Earl had meant by that, but at least Zero would meet that Trancy fellow soon.

“That’s good. Honestly Zero thought of just taking a night in the nearest inn”, they confessed.  They were coming up short in coins, so they had to be frugal, or else they were thinking of their usual routine of finding a job until they earned enough money to move to the next place.

Their stomach growled.

Oh, and coming up short in food.

“So, what’s for lunch?”

By the way they looked at them, he understood. Describing Alois Trancy as ‘special’ wasn’t enough descriptive for someone who never met him --- hence remaining unprepared for the current phenomenon they would have to face! Though, as much he was complaining internally, as he had been delaying the idea for quite a while, he was the most and first informed about how his usual craziness and rudeness had been getting better … replaced for depressive emotions in which he had found himself the confidant in middle of circumstances. It was beyond his strength to be able to trust Alois! Regardless if an associated irony exposed how he showed a large portion of confidence inside his former rival, he was actually unable to believe all the reflective illusions he realizing he had been doing all the time. Alois never had been honest with his loneliness. Alois never had been honest with degree of his suffering. Alois never had been honest with anything who ever hurt him … He should have been here, remaining at his side when he decided to closing himself of the noblesse sphere temporary, nevertheless, moments passed inside that second manor during the aftermath until he wasn’t all day crying had been his compassionate move, his emotional understanding … One of his lies had been concluded inside circumstances. He needed that time away for reassuring himself it would remain trapped inside the box of what happened that none of this would leave that protected and sealed sphere --- and more than anything, he couldn’t let Alois know. He could let Alois realizing something about him, that might creating a horrible and tragic common point he didn’t even want the reminder of --- remembrance of his metaphoric twin, of the real Alois Trancy treating him disdainfully stayed an silenced burden … ❝ Extravagant. ❞ He eventually finished adding for answering that look. ❝ Noblesse norms are something he have no desire to learn, and he have a particular opinion of nobles. ❞ Frustrated sentence exposed within a sigh. Alois was a noble who loathed nobles --- who enjoyed privileges of the position without doing one single responsibility of his seat --- Mentally, it was permanently the reproach he had, regardless if he had been far more considerate than his predecessor. Sensing a pout born inside his expression, he pushed aside the thought.

❝ You can stay. We have free rooms in here. ❞ He will have a good reason to tormenting Sebastian for their well-being meanwhile he was preparing himself psychologically to Alois. How convince that boy to let him go once he will show up for taking news and ask for help for an third party will be a very good question he would need to ponder … Otherwise, Alois will saw an opportunity to inviting himself and recreate former old days suddenly cut off! ❝ I’m not that inconsiderable … ❞ It was an half-lie, since before what happened, it wouldn’t have bother inviting them to stay inside his household for preserving his tranquillity. He didn’t do enough inside circumstances; hence, eaten silently by guilt, he wanted to do better …  Usual behaviour of his unkindness and selfishness will show up eventually, for be frustrated over how things turned, nevertheless, he learned not to blame his poor invitees … He had still to show himself considerate in front of the future Vessalius duke as apologies … As he was listening the sound of their stomach, an smirk of amusement flattered his features. ❝ Sebastian knows. It’s always the surprise of my talented butler. Do you want something particular? I’m sure he’ll be delightful to have further preparations and chores. ❞

#somniumdelicata #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #black butler spoilers /

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@rosa-geminae continue from here

“The pronunciation is always the most difficult, isn’t it?” Francis chuckled, sympathizing with Earl Phantomhive pushing through the introductory sentences.

“But still, it’s amazing how quickly you’re picking up the German language!

Studying times were less regular than before, which had been something to be taken in consideration. Without parental figures at his side, it had been deep investment within the high society he had been mostly admiring from afar, who emerged weak points he might have --- Oh. Best actually his thoughts focused simply over that remembrance, right? As much Sebastian was an willing demon allowed to give an accurate education, besides some of his acquaintances giving him lessons if necessary (or even Lizzy), there were some education he wanted to do himself --- knoweldge could be found within books, knoweldge could emerging simply coming from experience and knoweldge could learn from mistakes. There had been recent circumstances who had resonated wiht these three qualities, ended up useless because he didn't imposed his responsabilities over presented circumstances. For a long time, the attached memory of an Emperor would remember him he had everything yet to learn … and the remembrance of another man was an terrible reminder. Nevertheless, at the current moment, learning another language will be useful. Businessman approach could appreciate the sensibility he could bring. The Funtom Company was expanding after all, frontiers could enlarging --- Appreciation of the compliment still pictured inside brightness of his presented ocean eyes, associated to an smirk of an smile. ❝ Tone change when words are spoken from another language. ❞ He noticed with seriousness, as he desired his voice resonating correctly. Illumination inside his face exposed naturally inside his another compliment. ❝ I need to, for sake of Funtom business. ❞ He mused almost playfully, though his thoughtness having someone else in mind. If he wanted to watch out the guardian of the gate of the underground, he better inscreased his accustomed daily horizon as preparations.

#rosageminae #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♚) post interconnected subplot

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@sheyearns

Terrible, responded spontaneously his thoughts, as the word cannot escaping his lips. Regardless an deep attachment conformist mindset in front of noblesse sphere norms, this was part of the activies he cannot had mental strenght to fit himself with --- as much he welcomed gathering inside possibilities to inscreased his professional activities, sometimes to offering an controlled image of himself … but never such opportunities were taken as a relaxation or an occassion to lowered down usual control he usually had on his business. Recently, an particular disdain for outside reunions had to be swallowed back, considering his absence of society for a couple of months, that might tarnish his high regards reputation. Even if, somewhere, he had the Earl Trancy to take into consideration inside how he would be perceived in society : in some manner, he almost becoming the antagonist of that boy afterwards an unfortunate incident between them ( in which he had enough tourments about how it had been haunting back at him, and where he could bless an demonic luck the main victim hadn't die because of him) before slowly creating an parternship that shall be based over an mutual landscape …

For some reason, no comfort were found inside such thoughts. Even for escaping his mind of whatever reflections, remembrance of an overexcitement of the Earl Trancy in middle of these same walls generated nightmare of memories he had been spared. No particular reason had to be given in front of Alois for him joyfully dancing around, when sometimes he would appreciate scent of flowers, meantime he had been staring at him … Oh, there always have been also nightmare memories of Lizzy entering inside his manor, suddently giving brightness all around into something he disliked at every corner. For her sake, he tried to learn the art of dancing --- where he wanted repressing one recollection about one investigation he did a long time ago, where never again, he would want to show himself in front of a party, even if he had been doing it for the Queen … and oh, the noble he had been investigated inside his obscure business had connections with the Earl Trancy, turning possible to cross path once more. He cannot really count on Alois to be able to maintain noblesse relationship, didn't he ?

An silent disgust glimpsed under his lips. He made the mistake of sending Sebastian somewhere else, unwishing to witness condensed laugh inside these red eyes as he could savor another wonder of a play in which he understood most darkness part. A refusal, coming from someone of the noblesse he barely know compared to the years he passed around Lizzy, would be detrimental … nevertheless, even with all politeness he owned, an intensive embarrassment take over his eyes at the idea to answer positively. ❝ You are heading for growing disappointment. ❞ He responded then, forcing all the disgust that exploded on his expression to be slighty ignored. He didn't remembered the last time he humiliated himself to such things. Sebastian's lessons still haunting him inside an fragment of his mind, however it seemed far away memories. Oh, he remembered the Earl Trancy dancing randomly inside his manor, more or less extravagantly. He remembered vaguely the last time Lizzy had desired expressing such relaxation, though, troubled circumstances generated an serious atmosphere instead …

It seemed far away now. Those times seemed from distant, inside an lost horizon … ❝ Please excuse me in advance if your name is tainted by my lack of practice in this regard. I admit that your curiosity is charitable, but it will end up by a disappointment … The mood hasn't been dancing for long months, and no melody, however beautiful it may be, gave me a possible desire to enjoy it myself … ❞ There was an mysterious melody who intrigued him, nevertheless, thoughts on the young Vessalius will be no source of comfort now. As he was in middle of justifications, slowly, he trying to do some dancing moves who ended up be miserable, where he forced a smile. God's goodness had spared him from being dragged into Alois Trancy's dance steps, and he hoped to be spared of that possibility forever. ❝ My level is quite miserable. ❞

#sheyearns #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #(🐇 ) pandora hearts #ciel and lacie tbt. #long post / #( answered. ) #o!ciel to the idea to dance : 😱

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@somnium-delicata

Household food always had been carefully handled by his butler. From an certain measure, it came to an sophisticated point that demon would commenting his master need for sweets, an delicacy pleasure he hoped stolen more than he should be. There was an cook though, nevertheless, no matter the years shared together inside the manor, where he had been slowly acknowledged as the kind master he was … he was still learning the basics. Meaning no exploding something in the kitchen or use far more heat than intended for bring tasty food --- it was merely an thougthful observation. Coming from his noblesse gaze, even with the backstory of his servants in mind, he didn't really pay attention to constant distractions he would receive inside his own manor : they were hired as snipers for protecting the owner of the Phantomhive he represented in the first place … and could allowing himself showing further affectionate gestures towards them. Sebastian's treatment, on his side, barely changed. It was a demon. It always had been his job to ensure the Phantomhive manor remain perfectly handled, and had been something he proved himself able to proceed. Sometimes, it betrayed his expression and the way an visible blue eyes reacted with contrariety to simple issues : some part of him didn't yet wanted to believe an possible connection between an demon butler and the God of the Underground himself. Presence who had been recognized indirectly. Detail would have been left inside the obscurity. They never talk on the subject. Himself didn't know if confessions had been made with some energumen before he turned himself into a witch.

Indifference remained in front of Zero's joy. In some manner, as it had been something he had been sensing, they shared familiarity impression with the Earl Trancy he cannot remove. He never truly understood emotionally sudden outbrust of joy in front of insignificant things, for be far scowling for appreciating little things in life --- he could enjoy people around him already, it was a step compared to his previous assumed disinterest. It would came in due time, slowly experencing another outlook of life. Even if his would fatally ended up somewhere in the Underground if it's wasn't inside an demon stomach … where he had another goal to finish besides to just take revenge. ❝ Bacon, scrambled eggs, fried mushrooms and buttered toast. ❞ He explained gently. ❝ Everything we need to fully start the day … also possibly the menu that rarely changes compared to how my butler struggles to offer me originality snacks. ❞ He learned well, was an comment he kept under his lips, since they came from a long journey over food's taste. Not that it was mattered. ❝ Didn't you have the same breakfast ? ❞

#somniumdelicata #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #( answered. ) #long post / #o!ciel suddenly waking up seeing the way open lmao

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@pantherpersona

Inside discrete occassions, as something natural, he desired visiting surroundings. High school, after all, within his current age, will be soon finished … and even inside his actual position, retouching differently a place he didn't touched since a long time was another landscape of exploration. Something probably must going on --- but he didn't know exactly what. Nevertheless, as much he could have took it as an occassion to play detective, remembrances of an certain detective meddles transformed his view towards his own curiosity. Wish to be surprised --- Wish to end up in middle of mysteries and fantasy where he didn't expected it --- Officially, there was no home inside that current Japan he could return to. Even if they might be possible for his parents to be present inside some old apartement, where mysterious presences of members of the Ushiromiya family would flattering that country inside that current period … where he acted as they were. Inside the same apartement they had in Tokyo long before that date of Rokkenjima 1986. Where his sister was somewhere, hanging around --- even if she cannot saw her big brother until at least twelve years of waiting … The whole process was more difficult to manage inside than how it could be perceived at first glance.

After all, example who remained hanging inside his head had settle down so magnificiently and easily inside his chessboard in middle of higher spheres, positioning himself naturally, that despite all his arrogance, this intellectual genius had an ability to blend in with the crowd … regardless if on his side, it hadn't been the first time and was result of many experience inside chessboards. Complete discretion coming from an boy of another universe wasn't neither his forte. He cannot remaining all time inside the shadows. He wanted touch lightness of the chessboard. He wanted be social, and be an comforting presence. Doing his little business on his side without be perceived by someone wasn't for him, neither to show off ridiculously. Embarrassment betrayed his expression slowly. He should have informed her he was going for a little walk … He didn't mean to worry her. ❝ Sorry, sorry ! I had gone on a discreet exploration of the school~ I should have warned you … ❞ He laughed. Back inside his time period, phones weren't as efficient as they were currently … and he was still learning to adapt. calling someone from a landline was no problem, although there would be a curiosity to admire the object … treatment and management of having a number still gave him strange feelings. Something that couldn't last forever, a memory of an ephemeral presence, and a way to hang him in this place in a durability it wanted … ❝ Sorry again. This is silent way of snooping~ ❞

#pantherpersona #ic :: battler ushiromiya #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #( 🎩 ) persona 5 #battler and ann tbt. #( answered. )

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@moonshinemuses​​

Awareness  of  their  time  apart  couldn’t  escape  him  :  like  any  respectful  and  affectionate  parent,  he  had  let  his  children  live  independently  in  discovery  of  the  world,  letting  them  live  their  own  experience,  always  accompanied  by  his  comforting  availability.  He  never  left  the  life  of  his  children,  nor  of  his  proteges,  in  spite  of  the  physical  absence  which  he  could  show  at  times.  In  a  way,  his  reunion  sounded  like  a  warm  echo  of  being  able  to  express  parenthood  emotions  freely,  of  being  able  to  purposely  unfold  them  without  fear  of  that  compassionate  hand  being  rejected  —  something  he  had  grown  accustomed  to.  Circumstances,  besides,  were  a  little  different  about  how  it  had  been  millennium  before.  Her  adopted  brothers  —  where  she  could  have  gained  another  sister  with  Harmonia,  remaining  an  painful  memory  when  the  twins  kept  an  anchored  and  discreet  suffering,  which  showed  through  another  absence  beyond  themselves  —  no  longer  had  memories  of  past  decades,  and  risk  the  recollection  would  recall  an  destroyed  life  in  spite  of  themselves,  beyond  having  lost  sight  of  the  other  and  being  abandoned  in  wheel  of  fate  …  It  wasn’t  an  subject  he  desired  open,  nevertheless,  at  some  point,  Ares  twins  will  desire  to  reconnect  with  original  shape  of  an  echo  left  by  entity  of  his  adoptive  daughter.  If  such  things  had  to  happens,  he  wanted  create  prior  guarantee  there  will  no  associated  damages  to  that  reunion.  Be  present  for  his  daughter  if  realization  end  up  painful,  even  if  during  all  these  decades,  she  may have  watching  as  much  as  he  did.  What  Zeus  had  caused  couldn’t  go  unnoticed  in  the  Underground.  The  biological  father  hadn’t  appeared  for  a  few  decades,  nevertheless,  displeasure  he  had  with  his  brother  was  widely  known  —  and  could  only  rejoice  to  see  his  sons  disturb  entangled  threads  of  the  Moirai  !  Pleasant  expression  exposed  an  parental  smile,  inside  an  gentleness  he  rarely  had  opportunities  to  express  in  such  warn  and  gentle  manner.  Weight  of  being  a  parent  doing  what  is  necessary,  in  most  exemplary  of  conditions  for  his  child,  had  been  brutally  recollected  in  front of  Deimos  haughtiness  —  even  though  he  had  always  been  that  way,  and  Phobos  had  always  been  the  one  who  was  more  understanding  and  much  more  hesitant  to  play  same  lands  of  his  brother.    ❝  I  want  to  make  sure  everything  goes  well  for  you.  It’s  been  a  long  time  since  I’ve  had  opportunity  to  love  my  own  children~    ❞  An  mature  and  playfulness  sentence  answered  her  concerns,  inside  an  condensed  seriousness.    ❝  Noise  that  Deimos  is  currently  making  is  not  likely  to  go  unnoticed,  which  you  may  have  heard  from  afar,  nevertheless,  I  would  ask  you  to  be  careful.  It’s  a  delicate  situation.  They  don’t  remember.  Deimos  kindly  put  a  knife  to  my  throat  ready  to  cut  it  if  I  don’t  obey —  something  happened  that  generated  a  split  between  coexistence  of  the  two  brothers  …  to  the  point  that  Phobos  found  himself  in  one  of  his  incarnations,  consequence  of  the  tragedy,  to  take  place  of  his  brother  in  hope  that  he  could  possibly  find  him  …  and  Deimos,  as  usual,  is  ready  to  do  anything  to  protect  his  brother.  Even  if  it  forcing  his  adoptive  father  and  doing  as  he  pleases.  You  may  encounter  them,  and  despite  how  painful  it  may  be,  avoid  remind  them  other’s  absence.    ❞  He  informed as  give  her  an  affectionate  hug.

#moonshinemuses #ic :: hades #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #connection of the dots :) #hades and melione tbt. #long post / #( answered. ) #might be awake since 5am but hades session mean high reactivity

[lightcreators]

@moonshinemuses​

Misty  times  that  had  erupted  from  a  particular  chessboard  had  never  ended:  nor  that  mist  made  future  prospects  complicated,  where  a  constant  presence  hadn’t  been  enough  to  hold  a  king  slowly  decaying  in  his  distress;  nor  rain  of  suffering  to  which  a  meeting  in  a  chessboard  of  a  persistent  rain  had  left  no  light.  Perhaps  it  was  due  to  this  habit  ingrained  for  years  now,  in  this  long  period  of  a  rivalry  on  high  spheres  in  which  he  had  played  role  of  a  mastermind,  that  he  offered  an  amused  smile.  A  present  temptation  to  use  sarcastic  sentences,  to  assert  mimics  of  derision,  to  take  advantage  of  this  short  moment  to  engulf  himself  in  playfulness  appear  on  his  lips,  which  were  simply  closed  in  a  simple  smirk.  The  Underground  always  had  been  lonely  without  her,  and  he  passed  so  many  centuries  removed  of  her  presence  old  habits  no  longer  managed  to  show  through  as  before  …  replaced  themselves  by  others  customs  anchored  inside  his  behavior,  to  which  open  echo  of  his  heart  was  an  expression  known  only  to  her  …  and  of  the  kid  whose  keen  gaze  he  could  neither  avoid  nor  his  spectacular  comprehension  of  his  noble  self  in  every  corner.  Inside  ancient  times,  when  barriers  of  his  heart  had  been  untouched  and  never  damaged,  perception  of  that  latent  sadness  wouldn’t  endlessly  controlled  for  be  less  guessed.  That  part  of  himself  that  he  lose,  that  fragmented  lock  which  he  had  rendered  unreachable except  for  his  Queen  had  been  forcibly  destroyed  could  never  find  sufficient  healing  or  strong  protection to  be  reassured  on  guarantee  of  the  lock  installed:  he  had  in  his  concerns  of  this  immortal  and  a  worrying  look  of  witches,  without  feeling  any  relief.  Though,  not  everything  was  about  responsabilities,  when  his  mind  couldn’t  hardly  wander.  He  had  always  eyes  about  evolution  of  Lelouch  vi  Britannia  path,  when  regardless  absence  of  an  presence  and  constant  mocking  voice  in  his  ears,  he  remained  that  silent  presence  protecting  him  from  danger,  but  couldn’t  remove  this  guilt  eating  him  within  except  to  be  this  compassionate  shoulder  whose  tender  affection  he  would  refuse  even  now.  He  was  unable  to  temporarily  forget  the  kid  in  his  thoughts,  to  whom  his  trust  was  becoming  hesitant  on  any  magnificent  display  he  could  honor  his  presence,  and  feared  that  he  would  see  him  again  considering  the  Underground  as  a  holiday  club  in  which  he  could  do  anything  he  wanted  —  like  sitting  on  his  throne  when  he  was  away  or  risking  mocking  Thanatos.  Beyond  having  to  think  of  this  kid  in  a  broad  perspective  his  divine  reassurance  brought  little  results  —  between  constant  thoughts  of  fear  of  being  ignored,  and  occasional  remarks  in  distortion  of  his  behavior  in  grudge  of  sensation  of  having  been  forgotten  …    ❝  Here  you  are  again  at  home  ~ ☆  ❞  He  welcomed  her  playfully  and  brightfully,  even  if  he  sensed  his  hues  of  joy  were  more  measured  and  still  had  heaviness  of  his  pain.    ❝  We’ve  waited  long  enough  for  this  moment,  haven’t  we  ?    ❞  He  asked  rhetorically.  For  a  brief  moment,  germination  of  an  idea  of  a  party  appeared  in  his  mind,  nevertheless  had  lost  that  urge  for  a  long  time,  to  be  suddenly  resurrected  in  an  occassion  …  however,  although  it  seemed  plausible  in  the  means,  these  fragments  of  illusions  would  shatter  further.  In  front  of  her,  he  could  allow  himself  a  pout  of  displeasure  at  realization  that  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  be  all  smiles  at  a  party  —  although  that  dark  world  of  the  Underground  would  have  a  temporary  enchanted  opening.  Although  the  kid  knew  how  to  give  Halloween  honor  by  giving  bloody  candies  to  a  certain  Witch  of  Origins  to  whom  the  witches  laughter  of  approval  was  an  macabre  melody  …  Sometimes  he  considered  this  as  an  indirect  praise  to  his  honor  from  this  kid,  even  if,  unfortunately,  his  amused  observatory  had  received  some  aftereffects  from  his  little  games.    ❝  I’m  glad  you  came  to  enjoy  your  husband’s  company~  I  was  ready  to  throw  you  a  party  to  light  up  the  Underground  a  bit,  however  I  doubt  I  have  right  mood  for  it  …  well,  I  didn’t  no  desire  to  have  to  justify  myself  to  Hypnos  and  Thanatos  again.  Recently,  express  requests  haven’t  stopped,  it’s  so  endless  that  I  prefer  to  distort  that  pressure.  He’s  the  kid  out  there,  he  needs  my  attention  twenty-four  hours  a  day  in  his  time.    ❞

#moonshinemuses #ic :: hades #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #( answered. ) #long post / #hades and persephone tbt. #it's cute and painful if you feel me

[lightcreators]

@rosa-geminae​

This  stuffed  white  rabbit  had  become  a  silent  personal  pride,  a  symbol  of  his  company,  a  mascot  of  an  overpowering  empire  in  the  world  of  toys,  where  over  time  these  sober  and  dark  colors  had  slowly  gone  into  color,  in  the  exhibition  more  or  less  transient  themes.  Recently,  he  had  requested  for  some  copies  in  his  manor  —  it  was  a  significant  communication  tool  on  which  he  could  easily  negotiate  in  meeting  with  investors  …  and  it  was  also  a  dedicated  copy  that  would  end  up  as  a  future  comforter  with  the  Earl  Trancy  who  would  like  to  have  a  copy    (  to  follow  evolution  of  his  company,  and  be  an  unpleasant  customer  who  will  tell  him  openly  his  opinion  )  …  since  sadly,  no,  it  wasn’t  possible  to  use  himself,  the  Earl  of  Phantomhive,  as  a  daily  comforter  !  He  actually  thought  about  dedicating  especially  for  him  an  Bitter  Rabbit  inside  physical  representation  of  himself  for  having  part  of  Phantomhive  always  with  him,  even  though  he  might  preferring  search  affections  from  it  instead  to  act  with  his  responsabilities  …  Convincing  also  one  of  his  business  to  create  an  exception  for  one  particular  rich  customer  for  private  relationship  always  seemed  complicated  and  delicate  request    —  though  he  had  already  started  production  of  this  gift,  receiving  a  sketch  of  his  wish.  Partially,  there  was  an  amusing  thought  about  how  that  symbol  could  resonating  otherwise  along  his  friends.  Alois  was  one  thing,  but  there  always  had  been  Oz,  who  seemed  strangely  connected  with  these  stuffed  animals  —  looking  at  them  brilliantly,  exposing  a  joy  that  resonated  strangely,  where  an  incomprehensible  connection  seemed  to  be  there,  as  if  he  identified  with  this  rabbit,  as  if  this  most  benign  coincidence  made  sense  …  where  there  was  mystical  atmosphere  around  this  fact  he cannot  explain.  

Internally,  there  was  an  gentle  thankfulness  life  decided  to  offering  couple  of  unexpected  twists  inside  his  existence  —  he  won’t  be  able  otherwise  to  feeling  responsible  enough  to  take  care  of  an  kid  without  showing  large  aspects  of  annoyance  and  complete  disinterest  …  bearing  Alois  Trancy  creating  mess,  constantly  having  to  reframe  him,  being  constantly  behind  his  back  and  having  to  painfully  try  to  refuse  his  whims  had  ironically  educated  him.  It  won’t  be  insulting  on  that  case  to  push  that  responsability  back  on  Sebastian’s  shoulders,  for  been  a  timing  circumstances  before  being  overwhelmed.  He  can  bring  fragile  entertainment,  started  a  short  conversation,  sought  to  share  a  tenderness,  to  be  firm  if  necessary  …  but  would  be  unable  to  be  physically  emotional  as  a  parent  figure  should  be  or  just  emotionally  support  the  child’s  mood  swings  —  Lelouch  had  always  managed  to  manage  him  without  letting  anything  show,  to  have  a  sufficiently  complimentary  emotional  distance  not  to  feel  attacked  by  his  reactions  and  to  remain  understanding  ;  he  had  understood  with  Alois  that  he  wasn’t  able  to  give  him  the  physical  affection  he  demanded  in  desired  hugs,  to  the  point  that  he  forced  him  to  get  used  to  it  and  took  his  due  rather  than  searching  to  show  affection  in  this  way.  That  time  around,  he  would  have  a  positive  thought  for  that  asshole  that  was  Lelouch.  He  had  managed  to  bear  him,  he  had  managed  to  bear  horrible  character  of  Alois  Trancy  in  general  twice  with  bonus  of  one  full  time,  it  was  worth  pointing  out.

Nevertheless,  reflection  of  innocence  inside  Francis’s  features  echoed  about  an  distant  past,  when  for  a  couple  of  seconds,  he  felt  nostalgic  with.  That  long  time  ago  moments  when,  during  the  rare  times  he  could  visiting  the  outside  world,  his  expression  illuminated  in  front  of  toys  …  It  had  been  that  anchored  frustration,  that  distand  pleasure  away  of  him,  who  pushed  him  to  investing  himself  inside  the  toys  industry  to  begin  with  —  after  all,  he  wanted  having  a  shop  of  it  once  upon  a  time,  last  place  in  society  for  him  with  his  poor  physical  health.  All  these  days  when  he  remained  an  silent  observer  over  an  windows,  and  didn’t  know  what  to  expect  of  that  world  ...  Long  time  memories.  First  ravived  by  the  presence  of  Oz,  in  which  he  dismissed  such  feelings  at  every  occassion,  preferred  to  step  away  of  an  reminder  of  a  existence  who  was  gone  …  and  secondly  resurrected  with  presence  of  that  little  innocent  kid,  in  which  gentleness  accepted  to  show  inside  his  expression,  condensed  into  luminous  features.  There  was  still  absence  of  smile,  even  if  he  exposed  tendreness.    ❝    Oh,  that  this  rabbit  who  grabbed  your  attention  ?  ~    ❞  He  playfully  expressed,  knowing  exactly  answer  of  that  question  but  used  it  as  a  communication  starter.  It  was  the  timing  for  calling  Sebastian.  He  had  one  inside  his  office  for  already  have  the  communication  tool  in  his  hands.  One  inside  his  bedroom  who  awaiting  the  hands  of  Alois  Trancy.  One  inside  the  parlor  as  decoration.  Some  copies  somewhere  …  As  the  moment  his  butler  showed  up,  he  requested  another  copy.  Presentation  stuffed  animals  remained  in  their  place,  otherwise  everything  came  from  a  reserve.  He  wouldn’t  make  them  pay,  however,  would  take  the  opportunity  to  flesh  out  their  relationship.    ❝  He’s  cute,  isn’t  he?  A  wonderful  rabbit  who  goes  to  sea,  ready  to  go  for  lot  adventures  !  You  will  have  one.  I  have  other  copies.  I  can  see  that  he  amazes  you  so  much  !    ❞  Fortunately  for  him  that  he  will  never  become  a  father  —  to  theoretically  die  before  this  statistic  turn  possible  —  where  he  could  guess  by  his  voice  same  awkwardness  and  hesitation  that  he  had  with  Alois.  Example  of  insufferable  rascal  when  he  was  supposed  to  be  his  eldest  but  was  more  mature  of  two,  always  took  advantage  of  his  loopholes  to  push  him  to  the  limit  …  which  didn’t  help  afterwards  to  be  reassured  on  a  child’s  behavior.  He  was  aware  that  ’the  kid’  had  become  a  pejorative  and  complimentary  way  of  referring  to  Alois  Trancy,  though  he  was  too  polite  to  treat  him  that  way,  though  he  could  detail  how  insufferable  he  was  —  where  in  his  personal  defense  the  impostor  was  nicer.  That  was  last  memory  he  had  of  Lelouch.  He  was  being  emotionally  butchered  by  ‘the  kid’.  At  the  time,  he  was  resentful  that  he  thought  it  was  a  nice  turnaround  …  but  was  afraid  of  Alois  ability  to  be  annoying  :  he  was  going  to  have  to  survive  it.

#rosageminae #ic :: ciel phantomhive #( ♚) post interconnected subplot #long post / #black butler spoilers / #pandora hearts spoilers / #( answered. )

[lightcreators]

rest prompts // @rosa-geminae​

Convenience  to  host  others  nobles  around  his  domain  came  from  antecedents  circumstances,  when  he  could  pretend  and  believe  to  himself  wrongly,  he  could  handle  that  repeated  situation  …  For  an  faraway  visitor,  it  was  an  entire  mansion  in  London,  where  he  came  from  time  to  time,  who  had  been  the  most  appropriate  place  for  welcomed  them  —  for  not  always  having  an  Prince  inclined  to  make  his  happiness  and  his  smile  his  priorities,  when  he  cannot  stand  and  still  have  to  difficulties  to  facing  all  that  brightness  with  his  common  morosities  and  distant  priorities  …  The  case  of  his  fiance  was  mostly  inside  embarrassing  look,  when  all  the  gentelman  talents  of  dancing  and  welcoming  lacked  inszide  the  atmosphere  of  his  manor  —  where  he  felt  excruciatingly  disturbed  by  her  presence  but  sometimes  felt  nostalgic  in  her  absence  …  a  paradox  from  which  he  sought  no  comfort.  More  than  ever,  she  should  never  know  a  quiet  truth  behind  that  face.  More  than  ever,  secrets  should  be  kept  to  preserve  their  semblance  of  truth  between  them.  Surely,  he  cared  about  Elisabeth,  nevertheless,  for  various  reasons,  it  was  best  she  remained  away  —  visiting  each  other  in  middle  of  society  seemed  the  most  appropriate  location  …  not  inside  that  rebuilting  manor  when  sensations  of  memories  would  eventually  been  shared  once  more.  It  was  different  of  the  first  time  when  the  future  duke  of  Vessalius  came  around.  When  he  had  been  an  sometimes  troubling  presence  inside  his  office,  when  he  desired  bring  his  bright  and  welcomed  it  back  with  darkness  …

Truthfully,  expect  be  a  host  giving  him  an  house  to  sleep  and  somewhere  to  eat,  as  some  refuge  when  he  could  be  inside  good  hands  temporary,  when  he  could  resuming  his  quest  peacefully,  he  didn’t  do  much  coming  from  his  own  person.  His  servants  gained  an  wonderful  friend,  who  was  interested  in  them  and  pay  no  attention  to  social  class,  which  was  surprising.  Sebastian  didn’t  have  too  much  to  do  with  him,  when  the  mystery  around  his  demonic  butler  remained  tamed,  inside  an  strange  understanding  of  each  other  …  and  he  didn’t  care.  An  sun  embraced  by  darkness,  an  sun  who  had  still  shining  to  last  horizon,  when  the  absence  of  his  brightness  eventually  get  noticed,  but  far  too  late  …  when  found  them  once  more,  in  middle  of  despair  colors,  created  another  distance  he  didn’t  come  to  lower  down.  The  Trancy  Earl  was  the  cause  of  his  change  of  habits,  of  his  bit  of  attention  towards  his  hosts,  of  his  somewhere  efforts  to  be  present  …  but  seemed  to  face  reflection  others  nobles  cannot  know  him  in  the  same  way  he  can  knew  them.  Did  he  truly  wanted  to  see  beyong  the  appareance  of  the  mirror,  discovering  the  reality  behind  the  playful  smile,  recalled  to  himself  there  was  an  monstrosities  and  hypocrisy  in  their  world  ?  One  truth  came  out  as  an  capital  importance  that  cannot  been  exposed  in  any  kind  of  shape.  His  absence  in  society,  even  though  distanced  by  circumstances,  leave  out  marks,  and  for  the  sake  of  his  reputation,  he  needed  to  keep  that  prestance  unchanged  —  regardless  if  he  desired  be  recognized  as  a  king  with  a  legitimate  throne,  without  having  his  crown  stolen  …  Walking  around  his  manor  had  been  for  the  best,  as  far  his  thoughts  were  going.  As  he  noted  the  presence  of  Francis  sleeping  in  the  sofa,  he  watched  at  him  inside  an  strange  painful  remembrance  scene.  Terrible  mind  missing  Alois  annoying  presence  destroying  his  manor  at  every  occassion  and  always  be  around  him  every  minute  …  Terrible  mind  who  was  unable  to  overcome  endless  worries…  There  was  no  desire  to  been  rude  inside  the  observation.  A  long  time  ago,  he  would  have  asked  Sebastian  to  moving  him  out  inside  his  bed  —  to  giving  him  a  fair  and  most  appropriate  place  than  incomfort  of  an  sofa  …  Today,  maybe  could  be  pretend  he  saw  a  scene  he  shouldn’t  have  see  ?  Seeing  again  a  noble’s  vulnerability  reminded  him  of  his  own,  of  that  boy  sleeping  deep  within  him,  who  couldn’t  express  himself  as  he  would  have  hoped  years  ago  ?  He  did  too  much  a  fuss  over  permanent  rudeness  coming  from  one  noble,  one  noble  he  eventually  accepted  willingly  the  presence  and  refused  to  let  him  go  no  matter  what,  as  a  exception.    He  could  just  look  away  from  someone  else,  who  still  had  innocence  he  had  lost  his  taste  for.  Could  it  be  that  he  was  bored  while  he  found  himself  in  the  immensity  of  his  manor,  as  explanation  ?

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