#truearl

[falsearl-blog]

                      THERE ARE TWO YOUNG MASTERS — ?

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       gloved nails DIG into dark fabric, chest heaving as labored breathe struggle to escape. invisible vines wrapping around his chest and it’s too tight; too tight....HE CAN’T BREATHE. head spinning, it’s a miracle that the ( false ) earl is still standing. glance anywhere else but his brother. how was it that even when he wore platformed shoes that ciel still managed to TOWER over him? sweat dripping down his face, the shock is as clear as day. a shaky breathe is released and astre dares to ask,

         ❛ —— how?  ❜ 

@truearl​ ♥’d for a starter ( not accepting! )

[zorkaya-moved]

“So, who are you?”

@truearl

The demon would cackle if not for the appearance she has to take. The life in a skin of a human continues to be entertaining, the souls of the forgotten and the souls of the indulgent remain her favorite feast as she knows that the Grim Reaper oh so hate her for overindulging once in a while. The war, the famine, the plague - anything that would take countless lives, she would happily indulge in a soul or thirty. The demon who stayed by “Ciel” Phantomhive’s side was a gentleman right now, a hilarious comedy that she couldn’t help but laugh at while looking at it. The life among humans was delightful but also spectacular, like playing chess with living lives that were so miniscule in the large story of humanity. They were moving cogs, each one of them, but some of them were less important. A delightful presentation of how overpopulation would someday make so many more people less recognizable and harder to find because there are just so many more of them. Beleth finds it a fun endeavor. More humans means more souls, but how she hopes there would be crème de la crème among those masses. 

This boy doesn’t seem to have a soul but he’s still moving. How delightfully disgusting. He isn’t the normal creation of ‘God’ and the ‘life’. A grotesque beauty, in a sense, a grotesque doll perhaps. Some humans despised dolls while some adored them. It seemed like whoever made this one was obsessed with Phantomhives. What a funny sight, what a comedic genius. Though, she finds these “creatures” to be even less than humans. Dolls to play with and break apart. However, he might be worthy enough to put on a chessboard and become a piece in the game of this country’s life as she toyed with Russia for centuries. 

“ I am a traveler, an entrepreneur, a musician, an artist, an owner of an academy, ” she playfully declares, taking off her top hat in an extravagant fashion, twirling it before pressing it to the middle of her chest while giving a light bow to the other. The demon is enjoying her time no matter what. Beleth could take any form: a man, a woman, a child, an elderly, but this appearance was most delightful. It made things far easier than being in a decaying, rotting body of a human. Possession was needed up until the belly was fed and the powers could be used to create a vessel good enough to exist among humans. “ My name is Zarina Sokolova. I’m currently here to delight myself with the sight of a newfound discovery. ”

She speaks with mystery on her tongue, the demonic tango continues for her own sake as there would be nothing else to keep her entertained. Humanity was short-living, but in this short life they could entertain her to the fullest, to satisfy her for the next few years or decades. This makes her smile charmingly, extending her hand to the other while cocking her head to the side.

“ A pleasure to meet you. I believe this is a proper greeting between the nobility of this country, yes? ”

[libidx]

@truearl wished for a start

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          The dancer had just finished her show, and was getting ready if any gentlemen wanted her servises that night && putting on a sexier underwear and a robe, she listens to someone entering her little room, who could it be? She lights a cigarette and leaves the changing room to see the gentleman.

                                      “ And what are your wishes for tonight? “

[wargod-archive]

@truearl THE LIGHT FLICKERED OUT  ✧・ﾟ: *✧

              ARE YOU A SAD STORY? A story cruel? A story miserable? Arita sat before the other, daintily placed above them, seemingly floating as they appeared so light and ethereal. The deity decided, that today they would wear TWO ARMS as opposed to NINE. Deciding to disguise themselves to some extent, they still wore intricate, elaborate clothing of their homeland. The markings of divinity, all colors present still riddled their limbs.   ❛   You look utterly despicable. Who wronged you child?   ❜