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❝ I hope I didn't scare you. ❞

The child let out a small LAUGH, waving her hands in a surrendering gesture. She cheered VICTORIOUSLY in her head for being able to make him behave in a way that was not so typical of him. 

❝ I’m doing fine. How are you? ❞

[domina-gladiis]

{Closed RP} Paradise Lost

@erebus-cheslock

                                                                {♔}

     T here was not a single feeling in the world worse than this; feeling depressed and as if all hope was lost in the world. It was consuming her entire being, swallowing her whole and seeming as if it would never let her out. She was basically drowning from the inside out, and yet, there was not one single thing that she could do about it. 

     B ecause in the end, it had been her decision to break the engagement between her and Ciel once the truth about him had come to light. It was for the best, she had been telling herself before ending things with Ciel and dashing out of his estate before he could even begin to try to change her mind, that it was for the best. He was to end up breaking her heart anyways by dying and giving his soul up to one of the devil’s children as a meal, ruining any chance of her being able to ever be with Ciel and live happily ever after with him permanently.

     E lizabeth knows that she should be doing all that she can to try to rid the ‘demon’ away from her beloved and save him, but she knows it’s useless. Ciel didn’t want saving; he brought it upon himself. He selfishly chose to end his life all out of revenge, rather than confiding in family to help him with such an ordeal. And though she knows that and knows even more so that she should be screaming at him at that moment, she simply cannot.

     A ll of these feelings were too overwhelming to her, which is why she had resorted to keeping herself away from family. Having found a comfortable spot in the gardens where the flowers had kept her protected and shaded, Elizabeth decided it the best place to go and sob to her hearts content. During the middle of it, however, she heard the sound of footsteps upon the ground, and soon had been locking eyes with one of her brothers acquaintances. Which, in honesty, made the situation so much worse.

     ‘ W-would you mind leaving me be, Cheslock? I’ve...I’ve no time nor desire to talk... ‘

[thomas-the-novelist]

Yaaay

//I got two out of my three replies done. Cheslock-mun, don't worry, yours will come up soon xD It's just going to be a much longer reply than the other two and it's 5 in the morning and I've lost the ability to blink both eyes at the same time so..  yes. |D 

[thomas-the-novelist]

Quick post before I head to bed

//Alrighty, so tomorrow, I'll most likely be posting that little drabble/rp starter of Thomas finally getting his novel successfully published without dying before it this time

So, that'll be getting done, along with hopefully the two replies I owe to thesarcasticviolet and oui-monsieur-chamber~ Do I owe any other replies? And I think the only replies I'm waiting on are from nacchan-loves-cuties and erebus-cheslock, right? |D wheRE IS MY MEMORY

Anyway, goodnight everyone <3

[thomas-the-novelist]

//CHESLOCK MUN, C'MERE BBY.

I THINK I FOUND A SONG THAT CHESLOCK AND THOMAS COULD ENJOY TOGETHER. THEY MIGHT HAVE TO BE DRUNK BUT I KNOW THEY'D LIKE IT. 

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLAdKCyD_IA

[thomas-the-novelist]

Nudity~

“S-sacred?” 

[erebuscheslock]

Stabs you.

A cold, piercing shock coursed through his body, and Cheslock staggered back, instinctively clutching the wound in his chest, a surge of nausea clouding his senses as he felt the blood slowly spread out and soak through his robes under his hand. 

His body felt heavy, and he couldn’t even cry out for help as he fell to his knees. A thought occurred to the fag that he was going to die. He was afraid, he didn’t want to die—not now, not like this! He opened his mouth to yell, but all that came out was a sobbing whimper and some blood. Tears streamed as his hopes for survival faded away from his sight.

“T…Thomas…” he croaked, “Violet, Leonora, Anri…”

But none of those he called were here to help him. He was alone. Oh God, so alone.

“M-mother…”

Mustering the last of his fading strength to move, his mind buckled and everything became dark and senseless. Cheslock’s body fell forwards onto the wet cobblestones and moved no more.