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Hello, darling. I am Doctor Angelina Durless, or rather, Madame Red. Welcome to my humble abode. (( tracked tag: petitemaitre ))

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♞ || My Lady, it’s good to see you over for another visit. Your nephew wasn’t expecting you but he’s not currently working on business matters, so I can see you up to the drawing room if you like.

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Anne wasn't surprised when the butler, clad in black, greeted her, but she raised her eyebrows and lightened her features as if grateful for his presence. "It's good to see you too, Sebastian. And that isn't necessary, thank you, I wouldn't want to bother him. If you could just let him know I'm here, you may tell him to come down when he's good and ready." She offered a smile.

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and sorrow, like a sharp sword, will pierce your heart.

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ooc;

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    ♔: Once Angelina had fell down to her knees the young noble child widened his eyes in surprise, who knew what went through her mind, but was she really that grateful? Perhaps the beauty had struck her so much that she was left speechless, or perhaps she was completely surprised and she mustn’t known about this, and by his best guess not only the beauty struck her but she was more than just grateful. It’s like she hasn’t seen such beauty in such a long time it had brought so many memories to her, but the only way Ciel had known all of this not only because of common sense, but because of something else. He had received his fathers journal on his Birthday, with that he had read every page to every detail, surprisingly she was mentioned in the journal and how much she had passion for the color red, a whole page about her. This had intrigued the young Earl, his father was quite close to her, at least to his best guess.

   Curling the corner of his lips into a genuine smile the young noble child was pleased, hearing his aunt cry from joy, gazing and intently glancing around at the beauty. He was pleased to see her reaction, because this was the reaction he was hoping to see. He understood her, she was lost in her own dream, no words were needed at this point, nothing was needed, just seeing her reaction was more than enough. Ciel noticed in the corner of his eyes, Sebastian standing by him, smiling as well, pleased that the young Earl decided to please the Lady, especially his aunt, a special Lady indeed; passing his ornate cane to Sebastian he had taken off his large cloak and giving it to Sebastian as well, it was a nice day after all and wearing such heavy clothes weren’t needed. Walking in the field of roses he followed Anne, she was still lost in her own trance.

   ”I received my father’s journal on my birthday and read every page, you had a whole passage written about you. My father mentioned how much you loved the color red and how he wanted to show you a field of roses because he knew you would like it, so I wanted to fulfill his wish… Though think of it as both from me and my father.” He spoke softly, with how smooth and soft his voice was he didn’t want her to shake her head back into reality, there was no one around anyways, and he didn’t need to speak in a loud tone. But…what he really wanted to know is what she was thinking about, yes, at this moment Ciel was being quite affectionate which is something he never showed towards to anyone, well, his aunt was his only true family aside from Elizabeth and everyone else. That is…even though Elizabeth was his fiance, he had felt much closer to his aunt.

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She was lost. For knowledge of her mental state, for words, and for location, she was lost. The tears that rolled down her cheeks smeared her mascara, but she did not care. Through the spring breeze in her hair and the sound of her own sobs she heard a voice behind her reminding her of her lost love. She looked to her nephew, then, seeing him standing tall above her, and let a smile grace her features. 

"Annie, are you alright?"

She nodded vigorously, fighting her tears back. Rachel stood next to her, laughing, taunting, "You fell, you fell!" 

"Shut up! You pushed me!" Anne retorted angrily,getting into a kneeling position.

"And you fell!" Rachel put her thumb to her nose and wiggled her digits, stuck out her tongue and ran away to avoid penalization. She had gotten away unharmed from things such as this so many times before, it had nearly become habit. Meanwhile, the tears Angelina had been fighting leaked from her eyes and ran down her cheeks, choked sobs emitting from her throat. Her knees hurt terribly.

Vincent rushed to her and stood with his hand outstretched to her. "I'm sorry she pushed you. Here, get up. No need to cry." His grin was inviting and kind. The sun was hidden by his hair; he looked like an angel.

Ciel looked just like his father.

Anne extended her hand to him. She wanted to share what she saw with the child. He deserved to see the beauty of her pain and her suffering, how poetic her sorrow could be. How it existed only in the shadows, waiting and wanting. She wanted to show him how he was the light that scared it away. Anne forced a kind, inviting smile like the ones she saw her sister make when she held her son. A deep, solemn laugh escaped her as she waved her hand at him, beckoning him closer, remembering those times. Times when the child would be passed down a line of eager friends and family to be held and admired at guffawed at. Anne would always try to be at the end of that line, for she knew the waiting would pay off. She would hold Ciel the longest for it was no one's turn after her, and she would look down at his small, delicate face and kiss his nose. Vincent and Rachel would be standing in front of her, noting how happy she was.

That small, fragile child had become so strong. Stronger than she, for sure, for when he mentioned the name of the father he had loved so much, he did not falter. He had overcome the grief that had held Angelina back for so many years. The child that she had protected no longer needed her affection. That realization, like a sword, pierced her heart.

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ooc;

(( My sincerest apologies to those awaiting replies from me. I'm trying to get them done now. A lot has been on my mind lately and I haven't gotten the ambition or the muse to even begin to consider getting them done.

If you thought I forgot, I didn't! Promise! I've just been otherwise occupied, is all.

Again, I'm sorry. I have a full day to myself now, and I'll try to get as many done as I can, starting with the oldest ones. ))

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--; i've been tagged, it would seem.

Tagged by the malusoptimus --;(( ❥ ))

❥--; Rule 1; Post The Rules

❥--; Rule 2; Answer the questions the tagger sent for you in their post and then make 11 new ones

❥--; Rule 3; Tag 11 people and link them to your post

❥--; Rule 4; Let them know you tagged them!

    ❥--; 1. What do you usually do during your pastime?

"I find it fun to go out on the town, shopping, meeting people, talking with people, the whole bit! But when I'm not doing that, I spend some time in the library. I like to think I'm pretty well-read."

(( I smoke crack and plot world domination. (✿⌣‿⌣) ))

    ❥--; 2. Have you ever been betrayed? If so, describe the event.

"I've been betrayed by god. Everyone I have ever loved is so far away from me... There is one thin thread I've left to hang on to. There is one bit of true happiness left in my soul, and even that will soon be gone."

(( My dad tried to kick me out of my house once. Does that count? ))

    ❥--; 3. What are your perspectives in revenge?

"It's not like they say."

"Revenge is not a dish best served cold, but best a dish shoved violently down throats at the least expected moment. Only then is it satisfying."

(( I'm not a very vengeful person. Nobody's ever really done anything so horrible to me that I've *~*~vowed revenge~*~* or anything. In my eyes, it's a bit of a waste of energy. ))

    ❥--; 4. Do you believe in angels and demons?

"How could I not?"

(( No. I'm not a religious person by any means. I do, however, believe in creating your own demons, and seeing people as angels. That's how I see it, anyway. My demons are inside of me. My angels, without whom I would have succumbed to the depths of corruption, impurity and depression long, long ago. They pull me out of the holes I get myself in, and for them I am thankful. Not the angels and demons you particularly asked for, no, but they're there all the same. ))

    ❥--; 5. What is your favorite meal to devour and couldn't live without?

"Breakfast, of course! I simply adore crepes, waffles, pancakes,  granola, and the sort. Or maybe that's just me being a morning person."

(( I lovelovelove stuffed mushrooms, clams, and sushi with avocados. ))

    ❥--; 6. Who are your Senpais in this site (Tumblr wise)?

(( God, there are so many I'm not even going to name them all because it's basically everyone I follow jfc ))

    ❥--; 7. Is there anything you consider to be what you cannot lose? If so, describe the object or person.

"My darling nephew, Ciel. He's delicate and fragile, but strong-willed and stubborn. A beautiful, bright boy. He's all I have left, and I love him to pieces, to the very end."

(( My sanity. It's intangible, yet terribly and unrealistically precarious. ))

    ❥--; 8. What is the last film you have ever seen or play?

"The Phantom of the Opera. The actress cast as Senorita was a magnificent soprano, but a bit whiny in tone, if I may."

(( I went to see Mama a couple of days ago. That shit is creepy. ))

    ❥--; 9. Who is the person you look up to and why?

>"I've always looked up to my sister, Rachel. Though she is gone now, I can tell that she still lives through me, guiding me. She's always guided me."

(( I've never really had one true idol, y'know? But I guess I'd have to say Michelle. ))

    ❥--; 10. Ever committed a terrible thing you could never admit to anyone?

"I.." she faltered, "I.. well of of course not! I'm a lady."

(( Not that I know of. cx ))

    ❥--; 11. What is one thing you will regret that has ever occurred in your life?

"Regrets? I have no regrets. I only wish that things had gone differently once in a while. I've never done anything worthy of regret."

(( Holy shit, there are so many answers to this question. I'm not gonna answer this one though, because it'll get a little personal, you feel me? ))

1 >> What is your full name? 2 >> Describe your perfect, or dream, life. This includes family, your home, etc. 3 >> Who is your favourite artist? Your favourite work by them? 4 >> Have you ever been in love? If so, with whom? If not, why? 5 >> What are your opinions so far as civil rights? 6 >> Describe your relationship with your mother. 7 >> Coffee or tea? 8 >> Do you speak any language other than English? 9 >> Are you looking at my woman? 10 >> What's your problem? 11 >> You wanna go?

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