❛ i told you not to do that! now look! ❜
ㅤ ㅤ it was the fickle distribution that'd normally hold him so separated from all alike, just as dull and devoid of that troublesome energy as the rest of the queen's country ; a curse's touch would once stain his eye a shade as vivid lilac as a blossoming bruise, but what'd felt an unprecedented anomaly then now appeared to be a drop in an ocean, a society more widely saturated in the presence of curses . at least : it's the defensive justification that springs to his mind once he'd been toppled backwards, landing hard on his back end while out of the box she'd been shooing him from sprung some ghastly swirl of something clawed, something groaning, something riddled with scales scattered out onto the pavement like a puddle of hungry ichor . he felt a chuckle in his ear, deep ingrained ﹠. ever - present, intrigue piqued where ciel's own sensibilities only flared in an itching aggravation. he sprung up and drove his heel into the drooling thing's face, shooting a vicious pinch - nosed scowl at the girl, buttoned up in white . " look what i've done ?? " he parroted, outrage painting over his admitted poor pronunciation of the language . he flapped out an arm to gesture towards the freshly unsealed box, his mismatched eyes rapidly blinking as though in disbelief at a scenario he'd readily identified as ridiculous and impractical — the prospect of stashing away curses like feral cats to be taken to the pound . " what were you doing, saving them for later ? are you touched in the head ? " he stamped his foot for good measure, and again came that amused noise beside his ear like a rustle of pitch black feathers ; his own curse, always close as a collar . @okkotsae , ⛧ ᶠʳᵒᵐ , PROMPT .