Chocolates and Tea

Good day to you. I am Ciel Phantomhive, but that is Lord Phantomhive to you. Despie the fact that I am landless and without official title, I am still of proper society. [[This is an independent RP blog for demon!Ciel Phantomhive. Following the tag #chocolates and tea. Current M!A: None]]

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every student ever when offered something (via timeturner)

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Grell was in a near by man’s lap, swaying back and forth, slowly slipping off his jacket over his gown.

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The second drink vanished slowly as he watched Grell, feeling a slight pang of jealousy at the sight. He soon...

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The Club [w/ thereaperincrimson]

"Hmm-hmm~ Why would I of~?" He cooed, his lips close to his ear. "How's things in the fiery pits of Hell~?" He asked, nipping his ear gently before he pushed down one of the straps on his dress, showing off more of his milky white skin.

"Getting aroused~?" He teased, nearly grinding against him, he had to admit the lad grew up to be rather handsome.

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Ciel replied with a low chuckle. "I don't visit often. Sulphur is a stench I would rather not have in my clothes," he said, eyes clearly watching Grell's dress straps. 

Suddenly, Ciel realized a certain piece of his anatomy was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. "Why?" he replied, shifting again in an effort to relieve his discomfort, "Are you?"

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The Club [w/ thereaperincrimson]

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Grell was in a near by man’s lap, swaying back and forth, slowly slipping off his jacket over his gown.

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The second drink vanished slowly as he watched Grell, feeling a slight pang of jealousy at the sight. He soon chastised himself for the idea. After all, according to the bartender, the performers were all male. Sexy, feminine-looking men, but men. He couldn’t possibly have such ideas, he thought, as he went for drink number three. Unbenownst to him, his self-imposed inflexibility and inhibitions were ebbing away bit by bit.

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Grell moved to Ciel’s lap. “Phantomhive Brat? You’ve grown up.” He said lowly, grinding against him rather lewdly as he propped his leg on Ciel’s shoulder, taking off the fish-net stalkings.

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Were Ciel more clear-headed, he would have gently removed Grell's leg from where it was perched and politely disentangled himself from the red head. Under normal circumstances, he would have subjected the man to a brief lecture on propriety, and the ways in which gentlemen did and did not behave.

However, Ciel was quite the opposite of clear-headed, and rather than separate from Grell, he shifted somewhat in his seat. He attempted to disguise it as simply needing to adjust the seat, but how well his inebriated attempt at subterfuge worked was anyone's guess.

"And you haven't changed a bit," Ciel replied, eyes following Grell's leg inward perhaps a fraction longer than they should have. It seemed as though the room suddenly shot up several degrees.

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昨年は毛足長いタイプでしたが、今年は艶ツヤのタイプ。

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Ghosts and Echoes

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Ash’s words held some amount of truth, Ciel was willing to admit that to himself. He should be dead, along with the rest of his family. He should have been wherever the souls demons consumed wound up. The youth gave a quiet sigh. Dwelling on what should have been served no purpose but to create endless lamentation.

"Having Sebastian at my side is a preferable alternative to your twisted ideas of redemption," he said, turning to proceed down the rows of tombstones. He recalled Ash’s offer, before the angel dueled Sebastian on the bridge. Ciel had refused then, and a century of existence did nothing to change his mind.

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How…disappointing. His eyes tracked the demon’s walk, somehow more irritated by his calm reaction than he would have been by anger. What was it about the earl’s reply that slipped so easily beneath his skin? Couldn’t be that the sting of rejection was still fresh. That would be more than a little petty. That demon had turned his offer aside, remaining instead with the human prey he had chosen. Had that bizarre loyalty truly held over a century?

He found his footsteps followed, moving along the rows of the dead with the demon. “What is your purpose now? You fought against the peace I offered you, claiming that your revenge drove you forward. After all this time, what drives you now? Surely even your hatred has dried up and withered by this point.” 

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His purpose now? Ciel mulled the words over in his mind. His purpose now. With his revenge quest long since finished, there had been little to do as he whiled away the decades. He and Sebastian had traveled the world many times over, before Ciel had settled himself back within the borders of his native England.

Loneliness became a boon companion as time wore on. Even with Sebastian, Ciel was finding less and less held his attention for long. It had been some handful of years ago when is current plan first came to him. "Now," he began, pausing to look back down the rows of tombstones to where he knew Lizzie lay.

A smirk graced his face. "Now, I am working on creating the impossible. She will not rot forever."

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Do you want to warm up the holidays with cookies, cupcakes and coffee?

The TomKat Studio can show you how.

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You are the reason

I've come to set you f r e e

Jesus has failed you

Jesus has failed me, too

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What kind of "charactershaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?

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Victorian goth http://goo.gl/aFkTfL

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((Might start RPing on Skype if anyone’s interested. At least for recurring partners, anyway. Let me know if anyone wants to.))

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((That would be interesting. I've only one skype, myself, so I feel ya.))

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Anon or not, pretend you are my character's parent(s), and tell them what you think about their life choices.

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This… could hurt.

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Oh god…oh man oh god

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duelisthikari started following you

"You're just in time for cake," he said, looking up from his dessert.

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Closed Starter

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Today was the day: the day the Faustus household would be recieving a new resident, and the day that Alois Trancy would have to start sharing, and he was not happy about it. Of course, he wouldn’t have to share his room, as the house had plenty to spare, but he would have to share everything else—the house, the yard, and most importantly, the couple’s attention. He’d been the only one living with them for quite some time now—around two years—and in that time, he’d managed to warm up to the woman quite nicely and seemed to be growing slightly on the man. Or, at least, he liked to think so.

Alois had hidden away in his room, hoping that maybe he wouldn’t have to meet this new boy, ever. All the other foster kids he’d met had been hardly different from anyone else, and he didn’t like anyone else. Or they were some shy, whimpering mess looking for sympathy. So, when the woman called him down to meet the newcomer, the boy was less than pleased.

He groaned into his pillow, but he did force himself to get up, mostly just out of respect for his “mother” of sorts, and dragged himself out of the room, trying to work on looking just a little less grumpy as he made his way down the stairs.

Meanwhile, in the foyer, the door was being opened, a dark-skinned woman with soft features and dark blue-violet eyes standing in its place. She smiled at the pair on the porch.

"Ah, hello. YWe’ve been expecting you. Please, come in." The woman stepped aside, allowing the pair to enter and closing the door behind them. "Can I offer you some tea?" She asked, gesturing for the two to have a seat in the large family room where the man of the house and a teenage blond sat with a kettle and several tea cups on the coffee table.

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Ciel followed the social worker into the house, looking around. His glances were idle at first, but once through the door and siting in the family room, his gaze began lingering. It was neat and tidy - a first since going into the system. The home, or the little he'd seen of it thus far, was decorated carefully. It reminded him distantly of a real home, but there was not a snowball's chance he'd be here for long. Ciel had become accustomed to being semi-nomadic, with the frequent placements due to asshole foster parents.

As the couple - Mr. and Mrs. Faustus, he reminded himself - chatted with the social worker, her tuned out the conversation by focusing on a cup of tea. By the smell, it was Earl Grey. He was quite familiar with tea, as his parents drank it regularly. Ciel hadn't quite made it a habit yet, himself. Setting his cup down to let it cool a little, he looked over at the blonde who seemed near to his age. 

"Hi," he said.

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Angst M!A's that have probably been done before

*All lengths are chosen by the anon*

Shot: Your muse has been shot in the (anon's choice) and is bleeding considerably

Blind: Your muse has gone completely blind

Hearing Aids: Your muse has gone deaf

Ringing: Your muse's ears have become so sensitive that most noises cause them pain

Sneeze: Your muse has caught some terrible disease, and it's contagious!

Fire: Your muse is suffering from third-degree burns

Numb: Your muse can't feel anything

Crack: Your character has broken a bone of the anon's choosing

Broken: Your muse is having a mental break down

Be Gone!: Your muse is having terrifying hallucinations

Sleep: Your muse has fallen asleep at an inoportune time and cannot be woken

Insomnia: Your muse is tired enough that they can barely walk correctly, but they can't sleep

Pinpricks: Your muse feels like they are being stabbed with needles

Dizzy: Your muse just can't seem to make the room stop spinning

Shock: Your character has gone into shock

React: Your muse is having a severe allergic reaction

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He had been running for hours, and his legs were feeling like they were about to give out on him, but he couldn't stop now, not yet. He wanted to be as far away as possible. The feeling of giving up was slowly seeping into his mind, until he saw someone close by. Without another thought, he ran towards them. As soon as he gotten close enough, he stopped, almost dropping to his knees, panting heavily. "Pl..ease..he..lp.. hide..me.."

The evening had begun uneventfully enough. Just after afternoon tea, he began his walk to his favorite restaurant for dinner, as usual. After dinner would be a stop at the bakery for desert and something for a midnight snack later before Ciel would return home. However, something decidedly unexpected put a damper on his dinner plans. A boy - looking not much older than Ciel’s own apparent age - came bursting from an alley and right up to him. 

Hide him? Hide him from what? And why? These questions hung in his mind, but a brief pang of emotion blew them away. There was something in the brown-haired boy that Ciel recognized, and he was certain of what he would do. 

"Come along, then," he said, holding out a hand.

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As he followed along, the boy glanced at him, a slight blush rose to his cheeks. He was curious about him, and why he didn’t turn him away, at first glance. He was glad that he didn’t have to walk that far. When he stopped at his door, he waited patiently, as soon as he was given permission to go inside, he went in.  He looked around in awe, before paying attention to the boy in front of him. He wasn’t sure who they were, but he knew they weren’t friendly. “Don’t know, but there was two, maybe three men..” He paused, closing his eyes for a moment, as he thought. He slowly opened them, and looked back at the other. “They said, they would help me..make money, because..one said I was cute, and can use that, then one of them put their hands on my shoulder, trying to get me to go with him..I got scared, and ran.. I didn’t do anything wrong..”  

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    Ciel listened quietly, placing his finger on his chin as he pondered the story. Men had taken him - or tried to - and had planned horrendous things. The very idea brought memories to the forefront of his mind, things he had not thought about in decades. Back then, when the manor burned and Ciel had been...the blunette pushed the past away. Such things were far from the here and now, but the why of what drew him towards rescuing the boy was quite clear to him.

"Calm yourself," he said, offering a smile. "Nothing untoward will befall you within these walls." As he spoke, Ciel made his way to the kitchen to put some water on. "How do you take your tea?" he added, rummaging through cabinets to pull out the tea things.

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