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@overtiiimeless
❝ PLEAAASE !! ❞ Desperate and grating is the tone of the shriek which splits the poor Junior’s ears, a sound which was every inch as unrelenting as the one making it. ❝ Please oh please oh please, Ronnie! Just this once?! Can’t you do me ONE favor?! I have a date tonight! Please cover for me! It’s just one shift! ❞
“That was… Unsettling.” (For James from Silent Hill)
“Told you this place is...creepy.” James looks down at the familiar creature, the one that he swore only he could see for the longest time as many reapers of the area often told James that they couldn’t see them. “This town is full of monsters like that. You have to be careful.”
@overtiiimeless has fallen into the spiderweb.
“Pray, you must be seeking for TROUBLE but let me get STRAIGHT TO THE POINT; his SOUL doesn’t BELONG TO YOU, leave this place.” He warned while hiding in the shadows, “unless you want to DIE.”
@overtiiimeless
With the ball in full swing, it was her solemn duty to tend to the guests in any fashion which the Master deemed appropriate. At the moment, that involved a few round-abouts through the ballroom with champagne flutes, assuring no one went without. However, she had not expected to see one of HIS kind here; how could Claude let something so obvious slip past him? It was a wonder to her that the Master even kept such a useless man around. ❝ .. Good evening, Sir. Might I offer you a DRINK? ❞
@overtiiimeless said: OOF!
What a DISAPPOINTMENT! Here she’d thought but for a moment that her attempts to seduce her beloved had finally come to fruition.. ! Of course not, fate would never be so kind to her; the voice that whispers against the shell of her ear as she’s pressed to the bookcase is most certainly not the Butler’s.. but, surprisingly enough, it is one that she recognizes. At first, she’s terribly confused.. but after a moment of careful consideration, it all made sense! What a terrible RUFFIAN he was! She can’t help but to grin in malicious amusement as she turns to glance at her Junior from over her shoulder, the tulle of her skirt brushing his legs as she does so. He surely wasn’t expecting to see Grell’s face; he’d probably spotted the maid’s uniform, and assumed --
❝ Ooooh, RONNIE ~ ! ❞ She purrs, her tone dripping with a teasing sort of condemnation of his guilt! ❝ Are you having a tryst with the little Phantomhive maid.. ? You NAUGHTY boy! I don’t think, however, that she’d take very kindly to being so easily mistaken for another ~ Women’s hearts can be such fragile things, you know. ❤ ❞
@overtiiimeless.
† blind devotion .
❝ who are you && what do you WANT with misa - misa ? ❞ brows furrow as she clutches her bag tightly to her chest . the fact that she couldn’t see the other’s name or lifespan let her know immediately that she wasn’t dealing with an ordinary human . it freaked her out , knowing there was something she couldn’t use her power to protect herself from . though she would project mere more than a very irritated idol . wanting to keep her fear hidden - as well as the fact that she knew she was dealing with something non - human . ❝ she has scheduled times for fan meet - && - greets && is very busy ! ❞
@overtiiimeless said: UNF! (Meyrin)
Bright eyes draw wide behind the hyaline surface of her spectacles, the sound of an elegant waltz bubbling up from the ballroom to fill her ears with it’s romantic beckoning. It’s muffled and soft.. unlike the throbbing of her heart as the other draws close, too close! His palm finds rest upon the dark lacquer of the wall at her back, against which she stumbles in a vain effort to gain distance. It only further entraps her, and soon he is but a hair’s breadth away, so near that she is overwhelmed with the clean, musky scent of his cologne and lost in the unnaturally soothing shade of his luminescent gaze. Who has eyes like this.. ? They can’t be real, she thinks, as he smiles down at her like a jungle cat pleased with the prey it had caught. She can hear the glasses clattering against the silver tray in her hands, and his visage is soon marred by a warm fog which smothers her glasses. Blood rushes through her ears, and between the muffled hammer of her heart and the lilting music drifting out from the next room, she can scarcely make out what he’d said -- something about a lady not being allowed to dance.. ? Or, committing a crime.. ? -- Ah!! It’s a crime that a lady like you shouldn’t get to dance at the ball, just because you’re a servant. That’s what he said, yes it was! Her cheeks flare with chagrin as her knees begin to give way beneath her, throat dry as his fingers rise to gingerly support the bottom of the tray, ceasing the incessant trembling of the champagne flutes. It only served to make the sound of her heart so much louder, more obvious.. ! ❝ Ah.. I -- I-I.. I’m not.. --- I mean, I.. I sh-shouldn’.. -- I can’.. ! ❞ But that look in his eyes insinuates that he will not be taking no for an answer.
@overtiiimeless, @earthlyregrets
❝ DO YOUR BLOODY WORK!! ❞
