Dec 22, 2014
Hm?
If one were to ask Elizabeth Midford what she would consider a rarity, she'd make the remark that any signs of affection brought upon by Ciel Phantomhive was rarity all in its own. A shame it was, that such a thing was to exist, for it meant one thing; the lady had grown accustomed to never being shown adoration by him.
That was why, when the sweet kiss has been placed upon her lips willingly by him, the nobles entire face lit up in the brightest shade of red, while she took a few steps back in order to make it so she hadn't fainted from the shock of this kiss.
"C-Ciel...whatever...?"
