Ranmao, Lau and Snake from Kuroshitsuji.
Snake cosplay my me.
(c) David Blue Ceruleanphoto.zenfolio.com
((I saw these lovely people at Ohayocon! They were so perfect~ =u= ))
Ranmao, Lau and Snake from Kuroshitsuji.
Snake cosplay my me.
(c) David Blue Ceruleanphoto.zenfolio.com
((I saw these lovely people at Ohayocon! They were so perfect~ =u= ))
(Source: blacksheepdami)
“I don’t know. Most of the time they just wanted to stop by. They still haven’t left, but they’re socializing in the meeting room.” he sighed. “Undertaker is there as well. Said he was in the neighborhood.” Sebastian felt bad for the boy. He’d just come back from a trip to realize that his manor was full of people. “There’s a girl here who doesn’t know where she is. She’s quite peculier.” Maybe all this talk of guests would take his mind off any sweets he wanted.
An irritated sigh pushed past the soft lips of the earl, nearly forming into a growl as he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head softly. “Oh wonderful.” The sarcasm in his voice was rather prominent as always. He truly did not wish to deal with a crowd of people, especially a crowd that was confused, obnoxious, and untrustworthy. The news of Undertaker lingering around had sparked his interest just a tad bit more though, enough for him to press on with the questioning. ” Undertaker huh? I did not expect him to simply show up. It would be foolish to assume you’ve asked him about his motives, do make sure to do that.” The child nodded softly, obviously starting to drift back into his thoughts.
The young earl rose a brown at the being, muttering to himself once again about all the unexpected visitors. “Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor.” He attempted to chime out in some form of happiness. It really didn’t work for him, and ended up sounding like that of extreme discomfort.
“A-Am I bothering you?” Yuuki took a step back, the floor creaking underneath her. “Should I come back another time..?”
The young earl shook his head softly, a small chuckle pushing past his soft, pale lips. “No no, don’t be foolish, do make yourself at home.” Truly, he hated saying such words, his manor was a place of his own safety, it was his. Anytime another was to roam about the elegant place, he became irritated. “May I ask what your name is?” He asked in a softer tone of voice, faking those lovely mannerisms he knew all too well.
The young earl’s single ocean of blue widened as his ‘darling’ appeared before him. The girl certainly had a thing for unannounced visits, and various surprises, though he realized they were out of good intentions, he still couldn’t help but find them annoying. He wondered what she wanted this time. His thoughts weren’t to truly be considered cold, and hostile, even though they came off that way. It wasn’t exactly like he had anything to base his actions off of, he was simply doing what he felt was right. “Lizzy..” He spoke in a soft tone of voice that he saved just for her, “What are you doing here?” He asked, this time raising a brow as he slightly leaned against his cane.
It had been a rather sudden appearance from his butler, but nonetheless he was there, shattering his isolation, his comfort. His butler did not have to say a single word. The young earl had known of his presence as soon as he neared the door. It was a special connection the two had. Though most of the time he simply found it annoying..at times like these, when he seemed so vulnerable, and at rest, he felt as if he was.. invincible. At least to a certain degree. The young earl stretched out softly and he repositioned himself in the hard wooden chair. “What is it?” He spoke out in his seemingly lifeless, monotone voice.
“Young master I’m afraid we have some.. unexpected guests.” He caught the hint of irritation, yet.. amusement in his butler’s voice. That only meant trouble for him. There was only one pair that he could pin that tone to. The Trancy child and his annoying, yet quiet butler. At least they both weren’t loud an obnoxious. Yet, what could the child want this time? Did he not have the decency to actually inform him of his visits? Or had he perhaps sent it in his last letter. The letter currently residing in on of his desk drawers unopened.
With a soft sigh, he gave Sebastian the same old tired look he tended to give him every day. “Shall we be off then?” Sebastian questioned, only to be met with a soft nod from the earl himself. “Off we shall be.” He nearly mocked as he stood up, and nonchalantly made his way down the stairs. Out of habit he straightened himself up once again before grabbing his cane, for protection, and opening the door. Had the Trancy child even gotten the chance to knock? He wasn’t really sure. “What?” He simply questioned, attempting to crush the joyous air that the blonde tended to carry around with him. It was one of the many sick games he enjoyed a little too much.The door swung open before the blond had a chance to raise a finger. An almost dull yet familiar “What?” escaped into the air, causing Alois to glance into the single sapphire-colored eye that stared back at him. In return, Alois stuck out his bottom lip and furrowed his eyebrows in mock hurt, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I come all this way to see you and all you say is ‘what?’” he questioned. “No ‘hello’? Or perhaps a nice bow of respect?” Alois decided to give up the act, instead switching to his usual amused smirk. “I just wanted to visit for a while,” he stated as innocently as he could, which, let’s be honest, wasn’t very innocent at all. He strode past the Earl and into the Mansion, taking everything in and shrugging as if to say that the decor was only okay, at least, compared to his own Manor.
“You come all this way, unannounced in a very rude manner at that, and you expect me to just welcome you?” He scoffed at the other before giving him that all too familiar glare, the ocean in his orb turning darker and colder than before. His emotions came and went like the waves themselves, when something did wash over him, it was all at once, the simple crash of a wave against the unsuspecting ground. For now the anger would only build up in him. Well, several things would. Anger, anxiety, stress, tension. It would all slowly get stronger and strong until he snapped. He figured the other planned to stay around until then. This was after all, just a sick game.
He simply allowed himself to get shoved to the side, brushing his shoulder off as he watched the other silently critique his manor. Alois wasn’t anything new. He was the same old dull person he’d always been. He offered no amusement, and only stress. He was a useless pawn. He’d be one of the first to go down. A harmless, injured butterfly trapped inside a shell. He could only hide for so long before he became exposed. It was pathetic. Simply watching him act the way he did, did he truly think he fooled anyone? With a soft shake of his head, he parted his lips to speak once again. “Make it quick then.”
He was quick to dig into the sweet object before him. He had been dying to get his hands on the sweets his trusted butler made for him. It was nice to be back, no matter how hard he had tried to deny it… it was certainly nice. Between bites he paused to swallow fully, glancing up with a soft sigh, he parted his lips to speak. “Boring and uneventful.” He trailed off slowly, not sure what else he was supposed to say. He did not find interest in social interaction, at least.. not the type that didn’t get him anywhere. In his own way, he was glad Sebastian understood this. “What all happened while I was absent?” He questioned softly, retraining his gaze on his food.
“Well, Alois Trancy stopped by as well as a whole lot of other people, but I’m sure you’ll meet them later. I’ve started your dinner which consists of chicken parmesan with a pecan pie.” he stopped to think about something. “Would you like anything else?” he thought about it. His poor Bocchan had to deal with all the people in the manor, he might as well be able to pick something to go on his dinner plate.
He stopped mid bite. The deep blue orb of his widened as he turned to face his butler once again.He had to act like it didn’t bother him though. That’s just how he was, always holding up that harsh act, and always following through with that harsh tone. “Well what did they all want?” He nearly sounded frantic. He could fake wonderful social skills, yes of course he could. But the Trancy child was another story. He did not wish to interact with him. That’s what made him nervous. He sighed for a short moment before shaking his head softly. “Just bring me something sweet…” He muttered, finishing off his dessert.
The young earl rose a brown at the being, muttering to himself once again about all the unexpected visitors. “Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor.” He attempted to chime out in some form of happiness. It really didn’t work for him, and ended up sounding like that of extreme discomfort.
He simply nodded once again, quickly fixing the loose grey-blue strands, tucking them safely behind his ear for the time being. His deep blue orb scanned over the open area for a moment. Did he want to go up to his makeshift sanctuary known as his office, or did he wish to sit at the table? He really didn’t wish to socialize. But.. his position required that, now didn’t it? He sighed softly to himself as he made his way over to the table and sat himself down. The young earl placed his currently gloved hand on the table, fingers intertwined with each other. All he could do now was wait.
The butler returned within a five minute time period, placing a parfait on the table in front of him. “How was the trip, Bocchan?” The butler asked, trying to make small conversation. He knew as well as Ciel did that socialization wasn’t one of Ciel’s strongest abilities, and maybe small talk would lighten the mood.
He was quick to dig into the sweet object before him. He had been dying to get his hands on the sweets his trusted butler made for him. It was nice to be back, no matter how hard he had tried to deny it… it was certainly nice. Between bites he paused to swallow fully, glancing up with a soft sigh, he parted his lips to speak. “Boring and uneventful.” He trailed off slowly, not sure what else he was supposed to say. He did not find interest in social interaction, at least.. not the type that didn’t get him anywhere. In his own way, he was glad Sebastian understood this. “What all happened while I was absent?” He questioned softly, retraining his gaze on his food.
There weren’t many visits the young earl welcomed with genuine kindness, and like most of them, this one was certainly welcomed with malice hidden behind a smile. What could the blonde possibly want now? If he had actually mustered up enough curiosity to care, he just might ask. Sebastian had let the blonde in, but Claude had apparently stayed outside. He wasn’t sure which Sebastian disliked more, dog, or that butler. It didn’t really matter to him in the first place anyways. “Trancy…” He trailed off slightly, readjusting his voice to sound a little less hateful.. after all, the blonde might actually have some sort of useful information. “What brings you here?” He questioned, raising a brow.
He grumbled something about Sebastian to himself softly under his breath before turning to face her. “I apologize for the lack of preparation, I was not informed we’d be having any sort of guest this evening. Nonetheless, welcome to the Phantomhive Manor.” He faked a small smile, motioning her to come inside more. Strangers could occasionally provide him with some form of entertainment. Occasionally.
“Hnn.” the child simply nodded at the butler, nearly dismissing his greeting. It wasn’t like it was anything special in…
“Very well, my Lord. A parfait will do, yes?” he asked, taking Ciel’s hat and coat from him to hang it in the closet neatly. “I shall return momentarily.” Sebastian said, heading for the kitchen.
He simply nodded once again, quickly fixing the loose grey-blue strands, tucking them safely behind his ear for the time being. His deep blue orb scanned over the open area for a moment. Did he want to go up to his makeshift sanctuary known as his office, or did he wish to sit at the table? He really didn’t wish to socialize. But.. his position required that, now didn’t it? He sighed softly to himself as he made his way over to the table and sat himself down. The young earl placed his currently gloved hand on the table, fingers intertwined with each other. All he could do now was wait.
- Nightmares
- Humanity
- Guardian
- Torture
- Insanity
- Slaughter
- Order
- Morality
- Loyalty
- Promise
- Betrayal
- Epiphany
- Apathy
- Memories
- Loss
- Lies
- Death
- Love
- Plans
- Pawns
- revenge
- Monster
- Time
- Waiting
- Laugh
- Trend
- Alliance
- Natural
- Pretence
- Urge
- Impression
- Critic
- Accent
- Stranger
- Judgement
- Delirious
- Instinct
- Damage
- Illusion
- End
“Welcome home, young master. Would you like a snack or some tea?” he tilts his head slightly to the side with a small smile etched to his face.
“Hnn.” the child simply nodded at the butler, nearly dismissing his greeting. It wasn’t like it was anything special in the first place. “Throw me together something sweet, Sebastian.” He replied in his casual monotone voice before handing him his coat. He chose not to acknowledge the nonchalant smile the butler had, it wasn’t of importance to him at the moment anyways.
