The time was just past eleven at night. The storm had been raging for at least a half an hour, and showed no signs of slowing anytime soon. The boom of the thunder could be heard every few minutes, always preceded with a bright flash of thunder; sometimes enough to light up a whole room.
Of course Rachel and Vincent were unperturbed by the storm outside, they had no reason to be afraid. Both the Phantomhive nobles were in a comfortable silence as they undressed; Vincent losing his cravat and jacket, then his shirt and pants to change into a nightshirt. Stopping to help Rachel unlace her corset, the elder bluenette lowered his head and pres
Love is Like Atroquinine, Prologue rewrite by mrsklaviergavin, literature
Literature
Love is Like Atroquinine, Prologue rewrite
Love is Like Atroquinine: Slow Acting, But Powerful
Prologue, re-written
‘Why?’
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and cases/storylines from Ace Attorney. All credits go to Capcom, they own everything. This storyline however, is completely original and created by me.
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This is so unfair of him. Why do these thoughts need to be bothering me so much? He’s nothing but a friend, that’s it! Why can’t I figure out what any of this means? And why now of all times, this is probably the worst time to be unable to sleep because of him!
Ema stopped pacing and had the realization that she was ranting to an empt
An eager hug, I'm glad to see you now.
What are you wearing? That's not cute at all!
You want to dance? All I can think is wow.
Just the two of us, our own little ball.
You hold my hand like nothing is different.
Around and around, you want to do this?
A flash of pink on your eye, what is meant?
Moment later gone, just what did I miss?
Do my eyes deceive me? Was it a trick
Of the light? But your eyes are blue, I know
That fact. A choice I cannot seem to pick.
But this dance, it's strange, like after you'll go
And never come back. No, that's just silly.
Another hug you'll get Ciel, really.
I hear the song, to move I feel compelled.
Out of the carriage, down the street I go.
Hearing your voice, right then my mind was felled.
It's like I'm hypnotized, I can't say no.
We talk, I explain myself, my problem.
Solution you offer, should I agree?
'GIve myself to him', can't compute the sum.
Then my sight goes blank and I cannot see.
I'm sitting, lifeless, don't know where I am
Or what is happening, I'm in danger?
You survey and move me, the helpless lamb.
What was I thinking, talking to stranger.
A doll you shall be, frozen and steady.
London Bridge's falling down, my fair lady.
Obligation or Love? by mrsklaviergavin, literature
Literature
Obligation or Love?
Your face, touch, voice, smile, being, presence,
Everything about you, my heart flutters.
My touch, embrace, nuzzle, there you tense.
I hear your rebuffs, excuses, stutters.
You see me, hope I will fit the wife bill:
An energetic blonde, all hugs, smiles,
Quiet like she should, affectionate still.
You know your love back I'd walk miles.
I see you, my darling Ciel, my dear,
My future husband, one I will marry.
Though it's obligation, are feelings clear?
I have to, my duty I will carry.
I still love you, thought we had no choice, say.
But do you love me? I can only pray.
Worry, I can't help it by mrsklaviergavin, literature
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Worry, I can't help it
Another letter, I know what it means.
The seal on it, you can't be mistaken.
From you, that summon, I know what it gleans.
The Queen needs you, for now you must hasten.
A kiss of reassurance, I love you.
Please be safe, I know the dangers of this.
You're capable and strong, you know too.
Try not to, but you can't help not miss.
You're gone for awhile, hope you're alright.
I wait and wait and wait for your return.
The bed seems colder without you at night.
And now you return safe, this I must learn.
Should know by now I worry for nothing.
But reliefs for your return I will sing.
A dance with his lady by mrsklaviergavin, literature
Literature
A dance with his lady
She'd been looking forward to this evening all week. A brand new dress designed by Nina Hopkins, along with a brand new satin ribbon for her hair, Elizabeth knew she'd feel beautiful wearing all of it. She only hoped Ciel would like it as well, she had to look absolutely perfect for the ball.
The afternoon had been spent with Paula in her bedchambers. Washing up, drying and styling her hair, then the smallest dashes of makeup, then finally the brand new dress got slipped on after all her undergarments were situated.
She'd lately started taking a more careful consideration into her appearance around him. She was well past fourteen years of a
It'd been a few weeks since Lizzie had last been over to the Phantomhive manor for a visit. Granted she'd been busy with her fencing practices, but whenever her mother called over to see if she could arrange a time for Lizzie to come over and visit Ciel, but there was never an answer on the other line. It simply rang and rang and rang.
While she certainly found it odd that Ciel had been thus far unreachable, Lizzie also knew that Ciel needed his solitude and didn't like to be disturbed when that need was flaring up inside him, so the girl maintained the distance, even if her own need to see Ciel was growing stronger with each day she didn't.
One year gone, and still empty by mrsklaviergavin, literature
Literature
One year gone, and still empty
August 26, 1890
It was a day that Elizabeth Middleford would forget if she could. If only such a thing was possible. But unfortunately humans did not have the ability of selective memory; no, they're stuck with each and every one that happens and will remember as long as they are alive.
Unfortunately for Elizabeth, that was very much true, each and every day. A day didn't pass by where something didn't remind her of him. Him. Even the simplest of things would remind her of something about him, something that had made him him.
Ciel Phantomhive….
Arranged marriage or not, Elizabeth loved him with everything she had. How
We have nowhere to go, nowhere to run,
Up on these crates, both of us are afraid.
We're completely surrounded, we're done.
These corpses just keep having their tirade.
An escape route was found, a new way out.
You're working so hard to keep me here.
You're protecting me from them, bought after bought.
We're surrounded now, I might shed a tear.
The panicked look on your face, I'm scared too.
I cling to you, hoping, praying for this.
You're hurt now, I don't know now what to do.
Is this the end? What to let out a hiss.
I want to help, to intervene, should I?
Should my protector see through my big lie?