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@countcsstrancy
So this has been thought out for awhile now. Sadly I am leaving this account to a multi-muse since I can’t keep up with all the other muses and blogs I have, i’ve decided to put them onto one blog. That being said you can find Countess Trancy over at my multi-muse if you wish to follow. I also have what is everyone calling him. O!Ciel, Astre……Sirius. But yeah I also have the false Ciel as a muse on there too. FIND COUNTESS TRANCY AND THE SPARE HERE!
So this has been thought out for awhile now. Sadly I am leaving this account to a multi-muse since I can’t keep up with all the other muses and blogs I have, i’ve decided to put them onto one blog. That being said you can find Countess Trancy over at my multi-muse if you wish to follow. I also have what is everyone calling him. O!Ciel, Astre......Sirius. But yeah I also have the false Ciel as a muse on there too. FIND COUNTESS TRANCY AND THE SPARE HERE!
Lucrezia Borgia | 1x05
lady-of-phantomhive:
“Y-You as well m-miss Trancy!” She giggles quite excitedly, offering a polite curtsy to her. “Oh y-yes I’d love to! Fall leaves turn the most beautiful of colors and I’d l-love to help with preserving them! Oh yes cookies as well! I’ve been t-trying to watch Sebastian bake recently t-to try and improve my b-baking.”
“They do. Yellow, orange, red. Some even caught between changing colors. So vibrant and beautiful.” The Countess had made sure that the leaves which were collected, weren’t crunchy. Otherwise when they went to press them they would just crumble and make a mess. “Is that so? Sebastian is quite a cook. You’ve mentioned that in previous visits here. Cookies aren’t that extravagant but they do pair nicely with tea even milk. I’m sure we’ll both make excellent cookies. But first let us preserve the leaves.” She led Cecilia over to the parlor, showing her the array of leaves upon a table.
He squeezed his eyes shut at her touch. This wasn’t his mother. He didn’t know her- and yet, at the same time, he wished she was. He could barely remember his own parents, this woman’s face far more prominent in his memories. It wasn’t like he could tell her the truth, tell her that her little boy had never come home, that he was just some slut her husband liked more than the other boys.
❝ I– I’m sorry, ❞ he whispered, looking up at her after a moment of hesitation. ❝ I’m just…used to being alone. I barely know you.” He paused, chewing his lower lip nervously. ❝ I want to know you, but…I’m having trouble adjusting, I suppose. ❞ Swallowing hard, he dug his nails into the fabric. ❝ There’s–…there’s so much that I cannot tell you– so much that I cannot even remember. I don’t want to hurt you. I owe you that much, after being gone for so long. ❞
Isabella pulled her hand back in an instant. Again, he had nothing to be sorry for. A light shake of her head from side to side, she smiled. “I understand. Having a woman suddenly show up at the manor and say she is your mother, when you’ve led a completely different life is difficult to adjust to.” And to this day, she was still uncertain as to how that pig of husband she was married to died.
“You would not be the only one who is used to being alone. Losing a child just days after he is born. To have him stolen, barely getting to spend any time with him.” Even to this day she regretted leaving his side. The Countess moved to stand back up, looking down at the young boy. “You’ve been through a lot. And it’s understandable that you can’t speak of certain things to me. We’ll both take each day slow. I want to know you as well. Though, do you think for now you’ll allow me to take you back to your room? You’ve nothing to fear here.” A hand was held out to him for him to take should he want to.
faustian-gold:
He knew very well that she must have been suspicious of him being the one to bring Alois home. Though human mothers were very beyond Claude’s level of understanding, he witnessed enough mothers from previous masters to know that a mother’s wrath was quite the hassle so he’d need to be careful. “His presence was urgently requested by the Earl of Phantomhive. He was alerted in his letter that he would need to spend the night there it seems. I apologize for not notifying this news to you sooner.”
“The Earl of Phantomhive? And you say it was urgent. So urgent that he has to stay the night.” The Countess seemed more displeased that her own son failed to tell her about any letter or leaving. “Just make sure next time I am notified. But I am curious. Why is it that you did not go with him? You hardly leave his side.” At least, that’s what she has noticed. The Countess did not mind staying by herself, or with a couple servants around. It’s not as if she hasn’t been alone before.
@winnerscent ❤‘d
The Countess was dumbfounded. On the way here, in the carriage she turned the letter she had received over and over as if wondering if this was some cruel joke. To be asked to this estate of all places. But here she was, having been escorted inside and told to wait in the entrance hall. Minutes ticked by as Isabella stood there, looking rather bored. How long was she going to be kept waiting? So rude. Having been told to wait, the Countess gingerly moved from her spot and just began to walk towards one end of the entrance hall. “Might as well take a small peek around.”
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it eats AT YOUR MIND && POISONS YOUR SOUL.
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conmenticius:
The nightmares continued to haunt Alois, like rabid dogs constantly nipping at his heels. A peaceful night of sleep was rare for him, but he never let it show. The nightmares become more frequent when his ❝ mother❞ returned to the manor. He’d recognized her the instant she arrived- how could he not, when her smiling face had been the one looking down upon him from a painting hung above that wretched old man’s headboard. He had never been able to decide if it felt like mockery or pity, but he had loathed it all the same- for she was happy while he was miserable.
❝ Couldn’t sleep, ❞ he mumbled, clutching the blanket tighter around himself. ❝ I apologize if I woke you. ❞
The Countess stood there in the doorway of the room for a few more moments before finally moving across to where Alois was. She noticed his movement to tighten the blanket around himself and approached slowly. As happy and overjoyed she was to finally have her child back, so also felt sadness in her heart from seeing him in this state.
“Don’t apologize.” Her reply gentle, soft. “I was already awake.” Once close enough, Isabella knelt down in front of him, hand lifted upwards to reach forward and brush aside blonde strands of hair from his face. “My dearest Alois. When I returned home to see you, I was overjoyed. Remember what I told you. That i’d protect you and never let anything happen to you again. My child, why did you come into this room? You could have come straight to me if something is troubling you.” After all, she was his mother.
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“Good evening, my lady.” Claude would approach her carefully, knowing he’d need to certainly keep up quite the appearance for the presumed mother of his master. “Are you fairing well?”
The Countess looked over to the butler. This man. He was the one who had been by Alois’s side when he returned home, which had surprised her at first but over time has gotten used to his presence. “Good evening to you as well Claude. Tell me, do you know where my son is? I’ve not seen him since dinner. And I looked in his room but he was not there either.”
@lady-of-phantomhive ❤‘d
“Cecilia sweet child, so nice to see you again. I was very excited to hear you were coming for a visit today. With the season turning into autumn, I collected some of the many colored leaves which fell to the ground. Perhaps you could help me press them and also we could bake some cookies later on as well.”
@ctens ❤’d
“Do you realize the hour you chose to come to the Trancy manor? I wasn’t expecting a visitor so late. So why don’t you tell me what your business is here or kindly leave.”
✧ CRIMSON PEAK SENTENCE PROMPTS !
* A MIXTURE OF CRIMSON PEAK PROMPTS , TRIGGERS MAY APPLY , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
❝ They take the heat from the sun, and when it deserts them, they die. ❞
❝ They’re dying. ❞
❝ You’re monsters. Both of you! ❞
❝ It’s a world of everything dying and eating each other right beneath our feet. ❞
❝ Surely there’s more to it than that. ❞
❝ Beautiful things are fragile… ❞
❝ At home we have only black moths. ❞
❝ Formidable creatures, to be sure, but they lack beauty. ❞
❝ They thrive on the dark and cold. ❞
❝ What do they feed on? ❞
❝ You’re so… different. ❞
❝ Ghosts are real, that much I know. I’ve seen them all my life… ❞
❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞
❝ But the horror… The horror was for love. ❞
❝ The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. ❞
❝ This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. ❞
❝ There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. ❞
❝ Will you still like to know my thoughts? ❞
❝ The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. ❞
❝ In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. ❞
❝ You clearly have not lived it at all. ❞
❝ Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. ❞
❝ You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD! ❞
❝ What do you dream of? A kind man? A pure soul to be redeemed? Perfection? ❞
❝ I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies. ❞
❝ A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. ❞
❝ It starts holding onto things… keeping them alive when they shouldn’t be. ❞
❝ Some should never be spoken about again. ❞
❝ You will stay here, with us… won’t you? ❞
❝ A man that feeds off land that others work for him. ❞
❝ This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. ❞
❝ I cannot leave you here. ❞
❝ I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. ❞
❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. ❞
❝ The first time I saw one I was ten years old. ❞
❝ There were to be no parting kisses. No goodbyes. No last words. ❞
❝ You lied to me! ❞
❝ You poisoned me! ❞
❝ You said you loved me! ❞
❝ I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. ❞
❝ I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open. ❞
❝ It makes everything easier. ❞
❝ I heard you the first time. ❞
❝ It’s an excellent likeness. ❞
❝ The more the house sinks, the worse it gets. ❞
❝ Goodness. How many rooms are there? ❞
❝ We must do something about it. ❞
❝ Others that hold onto an emotion. A drive. Loss. Revenge. Or love. ❞
❝ The spilling of blood. A terrible crime. ❞
❝ I don’t know. Would you like to count them? ❞
❝ Do we have to do this? Must we? ❞
❝ She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge. ❞
❝ That’s exactly what our mother told us in her last moment. ❞
❝ This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go. ❞
❝ Perfection has no place in love, [Name]. ❞
❝ You know precious little of the human heart, or love, or the pain that comes with it. ❞
❝ I can’t. I can’t. ❞
❝ This place is hundreds years old. Souls come and go. ❞
❝ Some of them are good; some of them bad… ❞
❝ You insist on describing the torments of love when you know NOTHING about them. ❞
❝ I’M NOT DONE YET! ❞
❝ How do you manage this house? ❞
❝ Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow. ❞
❝ Perfection has no place in love. ❞
❝ Perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to see them. ❞
❝ In [Country] we bank on effort, not privilege. ❞
❝ The men at this table, all of us, came up through honest, hard work. ❞
❝ Well, maybe not all of us. [Name] here is a [Occupation]. ❞
❝ If there’s one thing I know, it’s the importance of the right tool for the job. ❞
❝ I’m a builder, dear. ❞
❝ Everyone falls in love, dear, even women. ❞
❝ There are things that tie them to a place. ❞
❝ The marriages were for money, of course. ❞
❝ You need a measure of bitterness… Not to be eaten.. ❞
❝ Nothing gentle ever grows in this land. ❞
❝ My heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞
❝ I won’t stop… until you kill me… or I kill you! ❞
❝ So it’s all out in the open. No more secrets! ❞
❝ I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die. ❞
@conmenticius ❤‘d
“You’re still up? It’s late. You should have gone to bed hours ago Alois.” The Countess was one to speak, for she too had stayed awake. However this was the norm for her as she tended to walk the halls late at night and not retire until much later on. How long has it been since she had received the news that her beloved child had returned the manor? It has to he have been months or more now.
How had she found out her son was still awake? Isabella had found it strange that a light was on in one of the rooms at the end of a hall. It was not a bed chamber, so she had decided to investigate. “Could you not sleep? Or were you so curious that you wanted to see what was in here?”
@lux--archangelus ❤‘d
“Would you care to take a walk with me in the gardens? I know there is barely anything to look at since autumn has come but this way we could talk a bit then come back for some tea.”
“The Very Sight Of You Is Frightfully Offensive.”
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