﹠「ᴇᴀʀʟ」

[impervii]

( & devorantem )

                       raw exhilaration blossoms within the demons veins; racing through every fabricated inch of his human skin. deadly canines having lengthened some time ago, his grin ( normally so charming & compliant ) is now haunting and eerie, exuding naught but danger. one well-placed nip could draw blood; tear flesh; kill. & perhaps that is why there is such an intoxicating thrill at being collared, albeit temporarily, by such a fragile human. one he thoroughly plans to enjoy when the time came. 

                       for the moment, however, he is an obedient dog, even though he desires to continue, to release excess energy that has been spilling over for months. creatures like him need moments like these, however brief, when playing mortal; to avoid doing so is to invite both error, and the temptation to break contract, gobbling up whatever soul is [ promised ] to them. 

            but his soul is not ready. not yet wreathed in despair, not yet as seasoned as he would like, though it is well on his way. & that is enough to keep the demon well under lock and key, the boy’s willing knight. tongue flicking along his canines, the warm blood coating his hand nearly has him thrumming with pleasure. 

                            so quick to spoil my fun, young master? 

                            how cruel of you.

                                             ’                as you wish, my lord.  ’

           「 The earl’s semblance retains a scintilla of repugnance, tugging decisively at the edges of his lips to further the scowl. He is far from pleased, frigid scrutiny upon the mess massacre executed by the pretend butler— reverberations of violence & a distinct scent of blood tarnishing the air. A putrid display before him; corollary of actions befitting a beast.

              But the earl does not relish, nor engage in such primitive brutality ( oh— but he will when the time comes for those he’s sworn revenge upon to beg & snivel at his feet ). Instead, a trice elapses during which a brief examination ensues, merely a moment enough to assess the deed; to seek nonexistent signs of breath among corpses.

              Despite conspicuous discontent, subsequent words are bereft of cavils. His order was prone to various interpretations: to extract the information by any means necessary. The dreary denouement was, therefore, naught but an expected likelihood.

              & upon a cursory glance, he is swift to find the demon beyond the carefully constructed pantomime; blood besmearing his hands like the eerie simper upon his lips.

                                                       A vicious sample of the grotesque finale which awaits him, too, upon the completion of their contract. 」

                        ❛ if you took the liberty of annihilating them, then i surmise you were successful in extracting the information we need. ❜

[impervii]

phantomhiveraven​:

⊰ ♞ ⊱—”As expected,”And here I thought that my Lord would show how serious his interest is, with learned language of the involved party…”the demon shook his head and chuckled lightly at the neverending fire inside this boy. Never to be not amazed by the Noble, how his head would always be held high even if his own crown would fall down, rusted and cracked by too many falls, how good that the raven was by him now taking care that never again shall be so. “Ah I see, the young Master wishes to hit me with a bullet….correct me if I am wrong, but should it not be an arrow if there should be love involved.”Sebastian’s head tilted to the side, as a little pup would do with his eyes giving you the question ‘why?’. “I am convinced that my young Master is too well mannered to hit me on purpose, albeit it would only prove that your aiming has gotten even worse than the first days we stood together to practice. That is simply a no, am I right?” 

▐ ♚ ——;

          The earl did not attempt to formulate an answer to the demon’s first words. Much to his displeasure, Sebastian’s amusement was discernible, albeit far from surprising. The young noble hadn’t forgotten about the inconspicuous jest his butler had set on their last visit to Germany. Namely the —initially legitimate— duty of improving his knowledge and pronunciation of the language, just to be confronted with a dialect he simply could not understand.  

          The butler’s next words, however, caused a frown to develop upon his already displeased countenance. As an immediate response, Ciel glared at the demon through his visible eye. Love? As if! ❝What are you blabbering about?❞ His tone revealed irritation as he crossed his arms, reclining again against the back of the armchair. ❝That is more of a reason to choose a bullet, then.❞ For a moment, he diverted his gaze from Sebastian’s, though the image of the seemingly innocent expression of the steward remained in his mind. Behind that false show of guiltlessness, he knew the butler was hiding his laughter.

          ❝I have no qualms about proving you wrong.❞ As he finished saying this, the edges of his lips curved upwards, though the gesture was barely visible. ❝But if my aiming has indeed ‘gotten worse’ as you suggest, such would only prove your incompetence as an instructor.❞ 

[impervii]

phantomhiveraven​:

⊰ ♞ ⊱—; “But of course young Master, it shall all be done as you wish.”came the almost routine reply from the demon, but never shall one let his ground down when it came to this cursed creature. As accepting and loving they may seem, it always stands a big ‘but’ after the given gesture, there is always something for you to regret. So to be careful while accepting its clawed hand, and listen to the serpents hiss is what many taught are to do.”Should we practice a bit of german as well my Lord, since it would be a lovely bonus touch for you to show how brilliant you can be, when attempting to make a business real?”And how entrancing it will be for the butler to once again see, that the boy was not well doing when rushed things were to be done, they only made the boy appear less perfect than he already was- in this raven eyes of course.

▐ ♚ —;

          ❝Tch.❞ The curt sound left his lips, almost inadvertently. A frown decorated his features, a clear sign of his aggravation at the blatant mockery. The earl did not need to direct his gaze at the butler to know that Sebastian was probably having a silent laugh at his expense. It seemed that the demon had taken a liking to reminding him of his ‘hardships’ with that language, just as he enjoyed teasing him about his dance skills, or lack thereof. ❝That won’t be required. Seeing as these documents are in perfectly legible English, business shan’t be conducted in any other language.❞ Irritation remained present, though concealed, in his words. And yet, he easily found retaliation, his shoulders moving in a slight shrug before he spoke once more, turning his head to gaze at the demon from the corner of his eye. ❝But if a show of brilliance is mandatory, I will make use of my shooting proficiency— using you as the target.❞ 

[impervii]

Reblog with your character’s personality results.

Myers-Briggs: INTJ

Alignment: neutral evil

Kinsey Scale: non-sexual

Hogwarts House: slytherin 

Temperament: choleric

Bending Type: metalbender

[impervii]

{ corvus--nigrum }

▐ ♚ ——;

          Albeit undeniably human and thus prone to emotions befitting said nature, fear was an emotion Ciel seldom experienced. If not for his pride which often prevented him from falling prey to such displays of mental feebleness, then for the certitude which Sebastian’s mere presence brought to his mind. The earl knew that while the contract existed between them, no harm was to befall him; no matter how adverse the circumstances. Sebastian had always, without fail, managed to reach him in time and pull him from the vicious, claw-like grasp of whatever peril he’d fallen into.

           And yet, in what soon became a most unforseen event, the young earl found himself being pressed mercilessly against the ground, cold and remorseless hands constricting his throat; the intent to kill written upon each finger that held his neck in a vice-like grip. Though plenty were the occasions in which he’d faced danger, few were the times in which the earl had had to struggle and fight for his life. The sound of his heartbeat reverberated like uproarious drums in his ears, harsh breaths escaping from his lips as he attempted to call the demon's name; only to realize that his efforts were in vain for no sound left his lips. He had lost his handgun in the midst of the altercation and now lay completely defenseless, his arms and legs being no match for his attacker.

         Sebastian!

          Panic and instinct took hold of his thoughts as his vision darkened and his mind threatened him with unconsciousness; his lungs aching for air and his throat burning. It was then, while he frantically tried to push the man off of him, that one of his trembling hands touched, by mere accident, the handle of a dagger the unknown assailant carried in his belt.

          The next thing the earl felt was the repugnant feeling of the blade cutting through fabric and skin and burying deep into his attacker’s chest, and the scent of rust and copper which poisoned the air. Blood immediately fell on the earl’s face like red raindrops. A sickening sound accompanied the deed and the man’s penetrating howl, followed by the hollow echo of the body falling heavily beside him— inert and lifeless. 

          The subsequent silence offered no relief. Trembling, and not yet managing to catch his breath, the young noble forced himself onto his knees, only barely succeeding. A hushed sound of pain died inside his mouth, followed by deep breaths and coughs that were akin to knives which cut the already sore skin of his throat. Paying no attention to his surroundings, his eye widened as he noticed the blood which smeared his hands, realization dawning upon him.  

[impervii]

( & non--bellus )

                                             His gaze upon her, filled not with revulsion or fear or shock

                                             is a comfort; he knows more { not all, and she would rather                                              die than let him know all } and does not yet view her as a                                               monster.  That’s good; and this faintly critical but not quite                                              { angry } expression is familiar enough to bloom warmth                                               behind a bleached ribcage.  Hands clasp before a pink -                                               - clad bosom as she offers an excited suggestion.

                     ”We could have an outdoor party!  A picnic of sorts, with                       dancing and music and pretty things!  Wouldn’t that be                       wonderful?”

      { the last proper dance they’d attempted had been absolutely disastrous, but         that doesn’t mean this one shall be, too! }

                          Truly, she minds not what the pair do; merely that she can                           touch him and assure herself that he is safe.  She knows                           now that his pitch black butler is not as infallible as she’d                           assumed, and that is more terrifying than much of anything.                           For she cannot be there, always, to protect him; and Sebastian                           { she has never trusted him, but he is strong } cannot protect                           him always, either.  But she cannot lose him.  I cannot lose him.

                 you will lose him.

                                        Ah; there we have it.  She is f a r from stupid, this one, and                                         he constantly acts like he is saying goodbye.  She has                                          noticed.  She noticed it the day his trembling hands pressed                                         to her back and she realized { i’m taller than he is. }                                           So she must be with him often.  She must not let his good -                                         - byes mean a single t h i n g .

▐ ♚ ——; 

      The contrast is evident between them. Enthusiasm ever-present in her intonation, ever too bright against his monochrome comportment. The earl exhibits no contentment nor displeasure at the suggestion, yet his lips press tightly against one another to prevent a sigh from escaping. It is an expected suggestion, of course. He’d expected no less from his cheerful fiancée. But while she is so quick to appreciate a boisterous environment, he’d rather remain inside and within silence. 

                    But he utters no words of refutation. He finds it hard to              disagree this time, therefore agreeing silently long before              expressing his consent with words. He’s been swift to cater to              his fiancée’s whims as of late, even to the most trivial and absurd              like that of last Easter. 

       ❛ I suppose it would be so. ❜ Not truly convinced —yet his tone attempts to conceal this—, but momentarily reminiscing about that unfortunate ‘party’ his fiancée had organized the previous year. If his butler had not stopped him then… 

                         Such thoughts are purposely halted. Even he is aware that his actions                    were inappropriate, even more so for a Phantomhive. Though he hasn’t                    apologized per se for his unseemly behaviour back then, it is a lesson                    learned of what he isn’t to repeat —regardless of the circumstances.

      ❛ I will inform Sebastian. ❜ Preparations are to commence immediately, if they are to catch the last hours of sunlight. Though he doubts Elizabeth is willing to part from his side while the demon tends to this task.

[impervii]

( & ofcrows )

⊰- ♘ -⊱ — ❛ Perhaps your loyalty has served its kingdom thoroughly. ❜

( A tray etched in silver ghosts through air with calculated   ease, balancing on fingers driven by an exhaustive sort of   habit. On its polished canvas lies a message directed to the   Earl, && him alone — the symbolism already devouring his   former statement. Never would the Underworld divulge to its   blunders echoing through centuries; all the more jagged   pieces for the Earl to assemble again. )

▐ ♚ ——;

    ❛ The watchdog’s work is never done, provided                   there is vermin to be disposed of. ❜

   Concomitant scintillas of undisclosed irony, for the affairs of the Underworld are never without disturbance.  A heedful but fleeting glance antecedes dainty fingers descending upon the carefully delivered message;  elegance amidst a promise of strife —yet another irony.  And disquisitive hands are soon to free Her Majesty’s  orders, regard falling upon the letter and silence ensuing,  but soon to be interrupted by an expression akin to a frown.

   ❛ I suppose Her Majesty’s leniency at granting me a                   respite, was not without a price. ❜

[impervii]

( & ofcrows )

&& impervii

⊰- ♘ -⊱ — ❛ There is a new letter waiting for you, Young Master. ❜

( The corners of his lips flex in subtle anticipation,    resonating a quiet violence in features so carefully    crafted. All the more, he was vicariously insatiable. )

▐ ♚ ——;

  A curt and scarcely elaborated utterance, yet quick to seize the earl’s regard. Duty prevailing, the noble’s cobalt gaze —& its heedfulness enhanced by a delicate frown— abandons a sight of freshly brewed tea to peruse the envelope amidst transient silence. He needn’t further explanations to develop unerring conjectures upon the contents of the letter.

                      ❛ Her Majesty’s silence was becoming unusual. ❜

       A hand is extended. Her Majesty’s wishes ought not to      be deferred.  

[impervii]

phantomhiveraven​:

⊰ ♞ ⊱—; Stifling a chuckle behind his gloved hand, the butler gazed at the Noble child, of course did he know what kind of interest there is most of the time, one that called for his skilful hands to provide something beside culinary satisfaction.”Oh I do think that this time a real investment will be offered my Lord, even if it comes from the far Austro-Hungarian Empire.”If the union of these countries was anything like Germany tho, then things might slightly take a turn for the worse. ”Even so, despite all the previous problems which came up, this time we might gain something more than just a broken limbs….should I give them a call to come, or would you rather take a look at the letters ,and sent ideas which surprisingly have some design among as well first?”

▐ ♚ —;

          Distrust diminished not long after the butler’s utterance. Ciel knew that Sebastian would not voice such words if there was even a minimal reason to doubt of the veracity of the documents and the intentions of these possible investors, even when he knew just how easily the demon could dispose of anyone who posed a threat to the company or him. ❝If I find these documents to be as reliable as you suggest, and these designs to be innovative enough to earn profit if taken out of the paper they’re in, you will arrange a meeting with these investors, in strict accordance to the Phantomhives’ hospitality.❞ While Sebastian’s advice was heeded, revising the documents was a task the young noble would not neglect. The management and expansion of Funtom had always been something he had personally supervised, and as such, having complete control of business deals was only proper. 

[impervii]

( & non--bellus )

                                        The maiden daydreams of being embraced in return but                                          has learned well not to expect as much; it is better, anyway,                                         not to be disappointed.  And his eyes meeting her own, ice                                         to flora, fills her with enough happiness to erase an feelings                                         which his response may have summoned.  He is w e l l ;                                         safe and sound and she hates, hates, H A T E S the Queen in                                         this moment.  How dare she cause him such pain; put her                                          beloved in such danger?  But she is no traitor.  She will merely                                         do as she is told, as will he, and both will lie to each other                                          about it as they do the unspeakable.  Truly, they deserve each                                         other.

                          No response is offered to his gently scolding; it is naught                           but a formality, truly, and both know it is so.  His next                            words would prompt a lesser actress to flinch, but she                           is a far better trickster than most.

          { you went somewhere that winter             and i became pitch black. }

                         ”Whaaat?  I know you won’t leave, but that doesn’t                           mean I don’t want to see you all the time!  We’re                            hardly ever together, so I need to work as hard as I                           can to see you as much as I can!”

                                              Childish, naive; cute — a role she plays with practiced                                               ease as she speaks, voice bubbly, excitement pouring                                               needlessly from every syllable.

▐ ♚ ——; 

        He’s compelled to observe her; her cheerfulness    and enthusiasm. Sometimes the earl can’t fathom how is it possible    for her to exude such perennial joyousness. One may think that     is but her very nature. But Ciel is not nescient nor ignorant, to     impetuously adjudge as such. Perhaps he is not one to bestow     heavy consideration to Elizabeth; not like her brother at least. Yet     he is observant. 

                      The events which transpired on Campania had not only proved                   there were limits to a servant he’d once believed invincible, but they had presented                  a new glimpse of his fiancée —never seen before. He'd become so                   accustomed to her childish antics, that gazing upon a lady with sword                  in hand and fierceness to spare had proved a motive of perplexity.

       And thus he now doubts of her carefully constructed naïveté. But    the suspicion is neither mentioned nor addressed in any way. She   made her statement clear that night; it is a matter she will not speak of.  

                       A sigh escapes betwixt lips, albeit bereft of displeasure. Her                  visit can be seen as an interruption to a strict schedule, but he                  knows better than to speak of it as such. Yet the noble silently                  questions just why she is so adamant in her insistence to spend                  time with him —engagement aside.      

             ❛ We shall spend this afternoon together then. ❜ He is swift to     comply, his gaze on her as he speaks. She’s here now, and whether     unheralded her visit or not, he is to give her his attention as it is proper.     ❛ Have you anything in mind for us to do? ❜ 

[impervii]

( & tailorisms )

From Nina came a rather exaggerated  sigh  as  she  wrapped  the  measuring tape around the little earl’s waist. Never was he really the patient type, so every complaint was expected.

                “Well, you just keep growing, but you                  somehow always stay so small. Just                  what is Mr. Stiff feeding you these days?”

▐ ♚ ——;

             Whether a complaint or not, of this the earl could       not be certain. His small measures had seldom elicited       a reaction of discontent from the tailor. Though her       animosity against Sebastian was, to say the least,      discernible. Perhaps this mustered his curt response.

                  ❝You can be certain that if Sebastian proved               inadequate to his duties, I’d release him from my service.❞

[borettas]

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[borettas]

        “Now,  now,  if   you  keep  on          moving, I may just prick you !! “

[impervii]

▐ ♚ ——;

        The earl refrained from emitting a sigh, instead    forcing his body to remain still; numb arms at the    level of his shoulders. For one who wasn’t concerned    about selecting his clothing, enduring fittings was    most tiresome.

                 ❝Will this take much longer?❞

[aleistxr-deactivated20141201]

❛ I’ll say! I certainly didn’t expect those Dolls to move about again after climbing into one of the rescue boats. Perhaps it was just good timing, ❜ Another sip of champagne and a question is raised, lips still held in a curious smile, ❛ But you were still on the boat when I left. How did you get out of that horde? ❜

[impervii]

▐ ♚ ——;

          Rather than good timing, if Ciel were to find a suitable term for the Viscount’s survival, that would be persistence. Though such was a thought he refrained from voicing. Instead, the earl swiftly emitted a falsehood, words falling effortlessly from his lips. ❝Mere luck. And, as a child, I had priority in the lifeboats.❞ Addressing himself as a child was rebarbative, but for the current conversation, convenient.

[impervii]

( & tacetsicarius )

Staring at the young Earl for a moment, she remembered Lau saying something about an envelope he had left for him. Instead of saying anything, she disappeared, her braids whipping around the corner. The assassin gathered what she needed for him and returned, handing it to the other. “He said it’s information,” she murmured, hoping that’s what the boy needed. Ran Mao knew her brother had left unexpectedly, causing several people to be unhappy.

 ▐ ♚ ——;   

          The absence of a spoken response hardly bothered the earl, for he was swift to understand the motive of her brief disappearance. As expected, after moments of impatient waiting, she returned with an envelope in her hands. Perhaps Lau indeed knew better than to elude his agreements with the Queen’s Watchdog. Upon reaching for the envelope, the noble voiced a curt query. ❝Is this all?❞ Ciel made no attempt to open it, but instead sought an answer from the quiet assassin. A mandatory inquiry, lest he be forced to visit such place again.

[raajasii]

◤♛ ⋮ —— “…For today, okay! So you dropped by early just to be able to spend an entire day together with me!”

Any displays of discontent did indeed fly straight over his head; as did the gruff retorts that clearly contradicted his assumptions. Selective hearing had always been quite the effective, if not essential tool whenever dealing with a boy so prone to undesirable responses.

“Wait right here!” Fast up the stairs, Soma came to a stop in front of his bedroom door and hurriedly slipped inside with eagerness to show. In all his enthusiasm, it took no more than fifteen seconds for the prince to make a reappearance in the hallway with boxes upon boxes in his grasp; all unceremoniously shoved into the earl’s arms instead. Christmas ornaments.

“Look at all these shiny glass balls we found— they came in many different colours…” And then, a question that ideally should have been answered before any purchase of such quantity; “So tell me, Ciel! What are you supposed to use them for? Do they go somewhere on your person? Like jewelry?” One golden orb was retrieved from a box at the very top of the stack and experimentally hung around the helix of the smaller boy’s ear.

Hm.

[impervii]

▐ ♚ ——; 

          Though not one often prone to resignation, the young earl had long since accepted the prince’s ability to alter the context of his words for his own convenience. Thus, he opted to maintain silence after the rushed assumption was voiced. And instead, the noble watched as the other rushed up the stairs, his shoulders slumping slightly as he finally managed to enjoy a brief moment of peace and quiet. But such was abruptly cut short within no more than a few seconds. 

          Ciel barely had a trice to glance at the pile of boxes before they were shoved into his arms, a conspicuous exclamation leaving his lips at the weight now precariously supported by his thin frame, threatening to make him lose his balance on wobbling feet. It only took a moment for him to notice the Christmas ornaments, annoyance growing as fast as the weight in his arms to culminate in visible irritation when the golden orb was suspended from his ear —with no opportunity to retrieve it.

          ❝Take these boxes back!❞ Amongst his already uncomfortable position and thinking about dropping the boxes (perhaps if he were lucky all their contents would break as a result), he poked his head from the side of the pile to face Soma, almost cringing when the damned orb jingled against his ear. ❝There is no use for these, you will return it all to wherever you bought them from! At once!❞ Ciel refrained from offering any explanation about the ornaments’ purpose, lest he wanted the prince to inundate his townhouse with Christmas’ decorations like his fiancée had already done with his manor.

[vicieuxs]

          He stood to one side, silently shadowing his master’s meal, gaze trained on Ciel as he took his first bite. Surprisingly, a look of dissatisfaction. Sebastian’s face remained unchanged as the plate was tipped over, the carefully prepared food smearing the ivory tablecloth. More laundry to add to the pile but no matter it was no trouble for him. Evidently, he had failed once again in his role of a butler. Human tastes were so finicky, or more accurately, this brat’s tastes were finicky. Though he had followed the recipe to the letter, there seemed to be something crucial he was lacking.

          ❝Of course, my lord.❞ A pause, allowing time for a single breath and the slow batting of an eyelid, ❝I would never expect you to.❞ He bowed lowly, an arm crossed over his chest, hand resting on the spot where his heart was. There was nothing in his manner to suggest he was anything except apologetic. A face that could be likened to a marble statue, carved only to reflect a default expression.

          Sebastian sensed a challenge lurking in his little lord’s words, and in the dark depths of his unmarked eye. He would rise to the unspoken test, of course.

          ❝Would you allow me to rectify my error?❞ He asked, clearly recalling Ciel’s short temper and his previous attempts to create a meal that garnered approval.

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 ▐ ♚ ——; 

          A cobalt side-glance, offered as a gesture of transient regard at the impeccable display of an apologetic servant; though Ciel had reservations about the sincerity of what he deemed a constructed pantomime. And on the contrary, that tinge of irritation which grew upon the corner of the boy’s lips was genuine to the point of being nearly palpable. A child was not without tantrums. But Ciel’s current discontent was far from a gesture proper of infancy, instead prompted by his recently acquired status of master, and also accompanied by discernment of the title he would soon be bequeathed with. Little more than a month had elapsed since that night in which the contract was established, but Ciel had not inherited the patience of his predecessors.

          If his revenge was to be accomplished, the house of Phantomhive needed to regain its reputation and high renown. Without an Earl, and with the heir presumed dead, everything that belonged to the Phantomhives had passed to the hands of the Royal Family. With his return, however, that was bound to change. And thus, errors could not be tolerated— not from him nor from those who were to be under his service. After all, even servants were, in one way or the other, representatives of a household.

          ❝Is that even feasible?❞ Mockery and concurring irritation present in his voice, though perhaps the latter was stronger. No sign of apprehension accompanied the syllables, and yet Ciel wondered if Sebastian would ever snap at him like he did on the very first night. Though, presently, that was hardly a concern.

          ❝I shall not be subjected to further and futile attempts for today.❞ But the subsequent words posed one more challenge. ❝Bring dessert. I expect it to be at least adequate for an average palate.❞ Perhaps his sweet tooth would help him tolerate whatever abomination Sebastian was to bring now.

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            -♞-  ❝ I beg to differ Young Master. 

       For an expert ear your technique lacks of passion                                 and dedication. ❞  

          ❝It can easily be considered that of an amateur.❞

[impervii]

        ▐ ♚ —;   ❝ Passion? Don't be absurd. ❞

Furrowed brows exhibiting mild irritation. Adept in manipulation as he was, feigning 'passion' even in music would be child's play. 

          ❝ Bach's Chaconne is beyond an amateur's ability. ❞

But Ciel couldn't bring himself to care about music.