So Slowly [Closed Roleplay] To Hell
funtomking:
The next morning, Ciel’s new, human butler had gotten a carriage ready for him and packed all of his things for the trip. Ciel had spent the night showing Madam what pieces of evidence he’d collected and what he’d made out of it so far. Although, something seemed off about the case. Something supernatural. Ciel felt it too, and perhaps having a demon with him again would make the case a little less dangerous. The young man, alone, was no match for anything that might not be human.
Ciel sat back in the carriage as it made its way over the cobbled path towards London. He glanced over to Madam at his side and smiled slightly. It really was nice to have her back. Even if she wasn’t a human, he still considered her his Aunt. He always would.
“So what do you make of it? They way the children are being killed, it seems odd, doesn’t it? I know you noticed it too. I’m not sure if the killer is actually human.“ Ciel was silent for a moment before adding on to what he had to say. ”Actually, I was wondering if I’d even come home from this case. That was, until you showed up.”
Ｔhe specifics were too calculated, and the arrangements of the bodies too perfect. She had noticed it yesterday; and a coil of the idea had seeded the more of the case he had unveiled to her. There is a breath on her tongue, and it catches behind those cherry painted lips at his admission. He had known, and even still he desired to go up against such odds? Those scarlet eyes narrowed slowly upon her nephew, tongue moistening her lips before she spoke.
"Ｙour father once said, that hunting for a monster means you must become one. To understand them and to predict them, you must yourself become them.“ Her voice drips this out in a low tone, dangerous, and curling along those red lips with a hint of a past she would rather leave forgotten. ”Nothing is human, when it turns to hunting their own. Once a mortal being gains a taste for the flesh of its kin? They loose their humanity. They become something else.“ The woman speaks from personal experience, those scarlet eyes gleaming dangerously through the stray strands of her hair.
"Ｗhat you hunt, my dear, is a creature that has lost its humanity not long ago. These murders are organized, but the vast number of them suggests that the creature is still young. Older, wiser creatures hunt with caution. They know the danger of leaving enough cues to be tracked. This creature is still young, but dangerous.” Her words pause, and she lifted a hand to stroke a hand along her nephew’s cheek.
"Ｙou are no fool, and certainly not reckless. Why would you march off to a mission you knew would kill you?“ Her concern bleeds on her words, and she searches his eyes for answers.
(Source: demon-madam)
So Slowly [Closed Roleplay] To Hell
funtomking:
Ciel still thought highly of his father. He could understand why Vincent kept those secrets from his mother, it didn’t bring down his opinion of him at all. However, Ciel also didn’t know just how deep and how tangled those secrets and lies had actually been. He had no idea of the past between his aunt and his father. It was likely that if that information were to ever reach his ears, his trust in Anne and the fond memory of his father would be shattered.
The male agreed with his aunt at how sickening the case was, and he thought she might be interested in helping. He smiled slightly and nodded, perking up a little at her offer of help. Having a demon accompany him again? Just like old times. It was a huge advantage as well as being not as lonely. “Of course, you’re welcome to come along. It’s always easier to solve these cases when I have someone.. assisting me.”
Ｍore then aware of her nephews glorified thoughts of his sire– the woman had taken such secrets to her grave. Some things were best kept resting where the pieces had fallen.
Ａngelina returned the smile at his acceptance, those painted cherry lips pulling back to flash a glimpse of incisors. One must never forget they dined with a proverbial wolf. Her fluent act as a mortal in the last few years was nothing but an elaborate hoax– she would never be human again. A truth she had grown to embrace, and, when she had accepted it? The succubi had flourished.
“Ｓplendid! If you’ve got a few moments– why don’t you show me what you’ve collected so far, and get me caught up to speed?” The woman suggested.
((We can probably fast forward here, to the next morning, if you want~))
(Source: demon-madam)
So Slowly [Closed Roleplay] To Hell
funtomking:
Ciel nodded in agreement to his Aunt’s observation. It was something never acknowledged much when he was younger. Perhaps he was too blinded by his work. “Lizzy is very beautiful. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision.” He stared down into his tea for a moment, pursing his lips as the other mentioned his parents. “She’d still be here if I kept her in the dark, probably, but I wanted there to be no secrets between us. I had enough of those as a child, I think.” He recalled all the times he couldn’t explain to the girl what was going on. He attention on the subject was averted when Madam brought up the case.
“The case, oh.” Ciel certainly didn’t sound too enthusiastic about it. “Multiple children have turned up dead in a boarding school just west of London.” The male narrowed his eye, feeling sick when he thought about it. He knew better than anyone how sick some adults could be, and the kinds of horrible things they could do to children. “I hope to find the culprit soon and see that he’s thoroughly punished for it. I’m leaving for London in the morning.”
Ｌies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind. Such was a the personal experience of Angelina– and she could only commend the younger Phantomhive on coming up stronger where his father had fallen short. Vincent had such an intricate web of lies and secrets when the end had come for hom, like a beast snapping shut on all the half truths he had whispered. She had been part of that web, many moons ago. She couldn’t help but wonder– would Rachel had stayed with Vincent had she known the truth? Likely not. Angelina had, however.
Ｔhe demon canted her head slowly to the side, brows furrowing forward with a look of distinct displeasure. Children. The one passionate spot of potential innocence that remained in the demon’s corrupted soul. Her lips curled with a disgust that was swallowed with a sip of tea. The liquid suddenly tasted bitter along her tongue. "Sickening.” She spat, setting her tea aside before and idea bloomed into her mind.
“Ｉ’d like to help you, if I may? Sometimes all you need is a fresh set of eyes. I might be able to provide some… insight.” It wasn’t a secret– they both knew her history. They both knew what she was. What would be more ironic?
(Source: demon-madam)
So Slowly [Closed Roleplay] To Hell
funtomking:
Ciel slipped back into the comfort of his chair and waited on the butler to bring him his tea. Once he did, he thanked him and tipped the porcelain to his lips for a sip. It was good, but he remembered tea that was much better, years ago. Asked about Elizabeth, he winced slightly and shifted in his seat.
“Elizabeth and I sort of had a disagreement. She wanted me to quit the work I do for the queen. She disliked the fact it’s dangerous and also that I’m sometimes away from the estate for weeks on end. I enjoy my work. I couldn’t just quit on the queen, could I?” Ciel frowned as he peered down into his cup of tea for a moment.
“That was a few years ago and she’s yet to contact me. So.. No. I’m unmarried and without children. Perhaps one day.” The young man didn’t sound so optimistic out it, though but cheered up at little as he continued to speak. “Speaking of my work, though, I’m just about to go off to London for one case. It’s one I’ve been on for a couple weeks now.”
Anne would accept her own cup with a polite smile, allowing fingers curling around its warmth. Although the tea was not paid a considerable amount of attention as she foced on her nephew. A brow was arched at the comment, followed by a soft frown.
“How unfortunate. She was such a beautiful little flower. You two would have made the most charming children.” The demoness ventured, tsking softly. “Such a shame. I can understand your position, however, your father had a similar devotion to his work. But his decision was to keep Rachel in the dark about his missions.” She mulled over this, eyes falling to her tea. It was still difficult for her, to speak about them. Even after all these years.Not desire to linger on that thought, she continued quickly onto the change of subject.
“Oh? Might I ask what this case might be?” She asked with interest.
(Source: demon-madam)
So Slowly [Closed Roleplay] To Hell
funtomking:
Ciel felt the other’s shoulders quiver with the shuddered breath. He squeezed her a little more tightly, not knowing the inner turmoil she was facing. When she moved back, he met her gaze, feeling strange to be the one looking down this time. “Don’t be sorry. It was hard to be without Sebastian’s protection at first, but I’ve grown up a lot since then and found out how to take care of myself.” At the mention of harboring another demon in that old, quite estate, he couldn’t help but smile. He’d actually missed the old days and the adventures they’d had. “I’d love to have you. Would you like anything? Tea?” With the question, he turned down the hall and towards the sitting room where he’d take a seat in one of the comfortable chair and ask a butler to prepare tea. The butler was an older gentleman, as human as could be. It really was strange to see someone else serving Ciel.
The thought of Ciel ‘growing up’ was a odd one– but the proof was standing right here in front of her. The woman released a shakey laugh, and pulled back enough to softly stroke a hand along his cheek. As if to reassure herself he was indeed infront of her. “And how you’ve grown,” She mused more to herself, before bowing her head and stepping free. She composed her self quickly, dapping at the corners of her eyes with a hankerchief.
“Tea would be wonderful, yes.” She agreed once finished, moving to fall into step beside him. He seemed eager to welcome her back into his life– and she couldn’t but wonder if the choice was a wise one. Anne settled herself across from him, one leg folding itself over the other. The lengths of those scarlet skirts shifting as she leaned back and observed the sight. A human butler. It would take time to get use to that. The ache was dull now, but it remained nestled into her chest. She smiled around it.
“So, darling, spare me no details. Have you and Elizabeth finally married? Are there any children?”
(Source: demon-madam)
So Slowly [Closed Roleplay] To Hell
funtomking:
Ciel watched as the woman in red approached and smiled lightly. He’d been sure that, just like Sebastian, his aunt had left him as well. It was comforting to see her back after so long. He’d never forget the things that happened in his childhood, but nowadays it almost felt like make believe. Seeing this beautiful demon before him, not looking a day older than when he’d last seen her, suddenly brought those make believe stories back to life. That’s right. They were real weren’t they?
“I’m afraid that’s what humans do. Constantly aging.” Ciel took a moment to contemplate his next move, finally deciding that he’d do what he was thinking. The Earl suddenly pulled his arms up and wrapped them around the female’s waist in a warm hug. It seemed that with age, he’d also learned to be more a little more emotive. “Even if it took you a while, I’m glad you came to visit. I’m still doing the same old work here, just without the help of a demon butler. It’s been rather boring, really.”
The hug was, perhaps, the last straw that broke her thinly veiled strength. A breath shuddered along her tongue as her arms fell to wrap themselves around his shoulders. She held onto him as if he might vanish before her, or as if she was trying to hold onto a memory that was already long since gone. The embrace did nothing to dispel the memory of the boy’s father– it might have even encouraged it. Ciel was considerably taller then her now, even with the height of her heels. Her head tilted itself to rest briefly on his shoulder, surprised by the strength that she would find there. How he had grown– and even more of his life she had missed. More regrets to her ever growing list. Did he have a wife? Children? Had he had expanded the family company how his father had always desired?
He was talking, and it was all she could to blink through the tears and compose herself enough to listen.
“I was… taking time to come to terms with my life.” Or, perhaps, the lack there of. “I didn’t realise how much time it would take,” The woman mused, reluctantly pulling back enough to meet his gaze. “You’ve been doing well for yourself, however, without the nagging of your aunt.” She teased softly, with a mirth that didn’t reach her moist eyes. “I am deeply sorry, Ciel, for not being here for you, as I should have been. Especially since you’ve lost Sebastian’s protection…” There was a pause, before she added. “I do hope you do not mind another demon finding their way into your life?” Anne asked at length. Perhaps he had grown past that stage of his life? Maybe he wanted to leave it all behind him.
(Source: demon-madam)
So Slowly [Closed Roleplay] To Hell
funtomking:
Though time was merely a creation of mankind, it had been generous to Ciel. Several years had passed since his contract with Sebastian had been fulfilled. The demon, at the time, must have harbored some feelings for the young master, as he’d let him go rather than take his soul as initially planned. It felt like it was only yesterday to him. He had been all too ready to die when Sebastian had stated that destroying such a soul would have been a waste. Despite whatever feelings he may have had, though, the demon had decided to part ways with the boy, leaving him to live a life simply as a human and to remain in service to the queen, but on his own. At first, it was hard. Ciel hadn’t realized just how much Sebastian had done for him until he found himself dressing, solving his cases, and running the company on his own. It got easier though, and before he knew it, he’d grown into a young man, nearly 24 years old now.
As stated before, time had been generous. He had his health and he was quite dashing as well. Ciel was splitting image of his favor, save for the eyepatch that covered his now useless right eye. Because of his looks, he was certainly popular with the female nobles, and even some of the males as well. He couldn’t count how many times older gentlemen had come to him and asked him to court their daughters. But Ciel wasn’t interested in it.
The Earl had finished some important paperwork for the day and was about to retire to the library when he noticed someone along the way. At this point in his life he had several, non-demonic workers in his mansion, but this person was not any of them. No, he’d recognize this person anywhere. He stopped a few paces behind the woman and spoke up with the silky voice he’d developed with age. “How many years has it been since I’ve last seen you? What kept you so busy that you couldn’t visit your nephew?”
The voice that broke the silence was expected, but knowing did not prepare her. Nothing could. The lady in red took her time in turning from that garden view, a fragile smile along her lips bearing an apology that never left them.
She froze. Her pupils dilating in the red of her gaze while a breath caught along her painted lips. For several heart beats the woman seemed to be caught in a memory. A vision of Vincent before her with a charming smile and a polite greeting. The demon found her chest tightening, and the tears that stung the corner of her eyes threatened to fall over her cheeks. Even still she could not look away, as if allowing the sight of him to torture her.
The woman flashed a smile, a false bravado against the nail that slammed closed on the coffin of her soul. It did nothing to hide the pain that lingered in her expression when she stepped towards him. The demon crossed the distance with grace, seemingly unhindered by time as it had slipped through her fingers. She looked as beautiful as ever.
“Too many years, darling.” Angelina said softly, hands lifting to smooth themselves over his shoulders as she inspected him up close. That proximity didn’t help. Her smile wavered as she softly cupped the sides of his face. “You’ve all grown up on me now, haven’t you?”
Her distance had its reasons, no doubt. But she hadn’t composed herself enough to give them a voice yet.
(Source: demon-madam)
