The demon glances over towards her, as he led her inside, thinking a moment. Ciel was always that kind of person who tended to close off emotions. It was almost as if he was numb in a way, but not completely… He did have his moments where his feelings would simmer up, like a boiling pot that had been set on too long and just began to drip over the sides… But it didn’t happen too often.
For the young master, it was almost as if her death hadn’t had as great as an impact on him as it possibly should have. That or more likely, he didn’t show the real impact. He did prove he had cared much about his Aunt, given he not only attended her funeral, but assured she be dressed in the color that suited her best, instead of something so dull…
"Well, Angelina, I don’t believe you have anything to worry about… I believe, in his own way, he’s gotten through just fine," he finally replies to her, giving a small nod as he did.
Ｈer expression is contemplative, and it allows for one to study her without those dangerous smiles. Without the false charm, there was something distinctly cunning and sharp under the surface. A walls blanketing a pocket of emotions that likely lingered from her mortal years. In time, that pocket of emotions and feelings would wear away. But for now, while she was in her youth? They still simmered under the surface.
"Ｉwouldn’t expect any less,“ The woman remarked softly, eyes roaming to the side in a distracted glance at one of the pictures hanging in the corridor.
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Ｔhe reunion was almost bitter-sweet; and Angelina had already seen the gears turning in her young nephews mind. As if collecting the knowledge of her return for a personal benefit. Perhaps he was– she had died for him once, she would likely do it again.
Ｓhe had requested to stay the evening– and Ciel certainly wouldn’t turn her away. Especially considering he was currently in control of her vast estate. Something the woman would need to speak further about– but for now? She bid the boy good and escaped from the sitting room. It was certainly past his bedtime.
Ｔhe evening would find her in the gardens, that lascivious frame draped out over one of the benches with lulled eyes observing the fireflies that swirled together around the flowers. Along side that beauty, there was something almost tragic about her. The two seemed to fit together perfectly.