#pallidmors

[sassygreyteaarchived]

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Our muses just heard a gunshot in the distance. Send me 🔫 for a starter.

Charles glanced in the direction of the sound, hand immediately going to the hilt of his sword. He had been forced to go and help the Phantomhive child during the latest mission, more or less to be there to see what happened, all of it, and as an extra precaution. It was annoying, but had its benefits when he got to pester the little pain.

“We need to keep moving before they find us, so hurry up with that.”

[domina-gladiis]

"Do we kiss now?"

Fingertips tapped against her knee in a nervous mannerism as she tried to search for the appropriate answer to this difficult question.

It was easy enough.

The answer was yes.

Though, Elizabeth simply couldn't say that, even if she did want that kiss. And had been dreaming of kissing this boy since she had been fairly small.

Breath hitched and cheeks turned scarlet. Oh god; she was forcing herself to talk at this point.

"I believe it all depends on if you really wish to kiss me, Ciel."

[fxllenfeathers]

Necessary Evils

How many times was he going to have to burn this foul manor to the dirt before it ceased to sprout back up? As much of a weed in the garden as its tainted master, it seemed. How irritating. Of course, if it weren't for the demon 'servant', the boy Phantomhive would hold no power. Surely the child must realize that. He had placed his faith in Hell. He should not be surprised to find he contracted a few burns along the way. 

The  light of the rising sun behind him, the angel arrived at the doors to the Phantomhive estate. Familiar territory. He'd come countless times in the past, delivering "her majesty's" orders. The very thought of residing within as he worked to gain the foul boy's trust made his skin crawl. He only hoped there would be a few spare moments for tea with that elderly gentleman, the only bright spot on the horizon. 

He did not bother to knock or otherwise announce his presence. The child had said the demon would be waiting, and he'd no doubt Sebastian would be aware of his arrival regardless. Now all that remained was to meet with the young earl, and determine just what humiliating excuse for work he was to be set to. Necessary evils. All would be repaid in time. All would be worth it in the end, when he saw the dog and his bird brought to heel. 

[domina-gladiis]

"I… have loved you this whole time."

Heart beats wildly inside her ears, fingers tremble slightly, and tears lace emerald orbs, eyelashes batting them away in order to stay strong.

Elizabeth had been wanting to hear such words from him for years, and finally he says it; just as she plans to go to school for a few years without returning home.

"And I...I have always loved you and will love you until the end of time, my precious, beautiful Ciel."

[fxllenfeathers]

"So I see you're still alive. How perfectly lovely." 

[volo-amori]

{ I know I owe like five billion replies, and I'm sorry, I'll get to them tomorrow. }

[expectingbutler]

The Rich and Te Poor (Modern AU with Pallidmors)

The city streets of London were covered with folks of all social classes as they go on to do their errands, whether it was shopping, work, or meeting up with someone. Outside several buildings, were the homeless begging for food, money, or a job, though several of them had to move from spots when the owners or the cops forced them to move away, not wanting to attract unnecessary attention.

In an alleyway around the shopping district, a man wearing a worn shirt and cloth vest that draped loosely on him, torn jeans and old sneakers, an old beanie, and fingerless gloves, was counting his earnings for the hour. "Only three pounds..." he muttered, not very happy with his earnings. "I wonder what I can get for that much that won't require a cooker?" he put a hand on his stomach, which made him look about eight months pregnant, and stroked it slowly. "It won't be much, but it's something still. Maybe I'll get another pound or two now that it's noon." he pocketed his cash and sat on a worn blanket, holding a sign asking for money in front of a rather luxurious building.