#theearltrancy

[freckleddoll]

Five Have Entered The Circus

i-serve-only-one

theearltrancy

cutie-trash

jokesandjugglingballs

tea-phantomhive

"Are ya jokin'?" Doll asked, tilting her head, scratching the back of her neck, looking generally confused.

[domina-gladiis]

closet, my darling~ <3 {that was so creepy, I'm sorry}

2. A long kiss

It seemed that luck just hadn't been with Elizabeth Midford that night. Not only had she tripped when stepping out of the carriage, but she had somehow managed to get locked inside of Alois Trancy's closet, with Alois Trancy himself.

Outside of that God-forsaken closet, many nobles were taunting the pair, requesting that they do go ahead and kiss because they all needed to be entertained tonight, and Ciel wasn't there so it was supposedly 'okay'. And though Elizabeth knew in the back of her mind it was far from okay, she just wanted to get out of that closet, and get out now.

So, with a sigh, the blonde leaned forward and placed pale lips against the boy's, finding herself lingering for quite a bit. And once she realized how long she had made that kiss, she quickly backed away, and placed her hands over her face.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to...!"

[xnsaniam-archived]

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One thing that Alice could confirm that was fun for her was teasing people. Though nobles were the ones she enjoyed teasing the most. She wasn't sure exactly why she found that activity to be so interesting, but she did. Maybe it was because her heart was so cold; or else she was terribly bored. Whatever it was, it was going to get her in trouble one of these days.

And what did you know; it did.

During the time for which she had gotten in trouble, the monstrumologist had decided to pay a certain noble a visit. He had quite valuable information and she needed it. Though, rather than getting the information and leaving like she wanted, the girl found herself teasing the other; after his comment on her lower-class appearance.

Honestly she hadn't anticipated for him to get so upset. The ginger figured Alois would merely blow off her words with a fake smile, but rather than doing that, he struck her face, causing a red handprint to show up on her face. And rather than giving a slap of her own, the girl merely glared at him, rubbing at her cheek as she held herself back.

"Mm, how distasteful, fer a man t' hit a woman jus fer teasin'..."

[mei-rin-blossoms]

theearltrancy:

He pursed his lips. “What, I can’t give you a kiss without being interviewed?” Then he laughed lightly. “I think you’re pretty.”

That was hardly a thing the maid had expected to hear. Her cheeks turned even darker shade of red and she took a deep breath. "I... tha- thank you, sir, bu- but..." Truth be told, she still didn't see a reason for a young noble to kiss a servant. 

[isabella-clair-marx]

theearltrancy started following you...

Isabella gave a polite smile, just as she did with any potential business partner, "Hello, you must be the Earl Trancy, it's very nice to meet you. I am Isabella Marx, head of the Marx family and company Marx Printing and Publishing." 

Despite her calm composure and amiable attitude, she was resisting the frightening urge to glare at the young boy's 'butler', knowing exactly who and what he was and not being particularly fond of it either.

[thewatchdogswife]

"I think I'm coming down with something..." Alois stated quietly, sniffling. "Guh."

—“That’s never any fun,” she murmured. “Shall I fetch you a blanket?”

[thewatchdogswife]

{{ Oh before I forget to mention.

I'm not going to be here all weekend, from Friday evening to Sunday evening. ;v; Going away on a mini vacation.

BUT I am here all day Thursday wink wonk. }}

[thewatchdogswife]

"Milady~" The blond purred, reaching out his hand and bowing until she either took it or declined. The Earl Trancy's parties were always incredibly regal - everything a show of wealth. The ladies' betrothed thought it haughty - most ladies thought it enticing, like a web, almost. The Queen's Spider looked up at her, waiting on a response. Of course, what lady would say no to an earl as gentlemanly and attractive as he?

—Elizabeth hadn’t expected to be asked to dance. Yes, she was a pretty young girl, but it was also well known that she was engaged to the renowned Ciel Phantomhive. But this boy.. he was the host, wasn’t it? It seemed ludacris and rude to decline. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? My lord,” she returned and gave a small curtsy. With a friendly smile, she accepted the offered hand.