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~These Haunting Thoughts~ Alois Trancy
So very dark....
Even now, it seems like darkness will forever consume my very being.
It encompasses me, delicately wrapping its' cold, invisible fingers around me. Around my heart.
"Dinner is prepared, Master."
It is amusing how a simple flick of my wrist sends them scattering away like helpless cockroaches.
No... it's disgusting. Absolutely pitiful.
"Would you care for anything else, Master?"
"No. Leave. Now."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Yes, Your Highness... Yes, Your Highness.... if only you knew how badly those three simple words pain me.
But you do know... Don't you, Claude?
Yes, of course you do.
It's obvious. Why else would you repeat that phrase over and over again?
To torment me. To drive me insane.
To inflict psychological wounds far worse than you could ever hope to understand.
They have the gall to wonder why I lash out at them.
It's because deep down....
Everyone seems to fawn over that Phantomhive brat. Even Claude.
~Revenge Is Sweet~ | Black Butler X Reader |
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"Are you positive this will work?" A certain red haired shinigami asked, a skeptical look on his face.
"Absolutely. All I ask for in return is a little... entertainment of my own, if you know what I mean." You said, earning a toothy grin from your friend.
"Anything for you, Darling~" He replied. You nodded.
"I appreciate it. So! All you have to do is get this in his system somehow and you'll be good to go for about... ohh... two to three hours." You said, holding up a small vial filled with a clear liquid. Grell took it and carefully slipped it in his pocket. You smiled. "Let the game commence~"
~At le Phantomhive Manor~
"You owe me, you little brat!" Grell stated, pointing a finger at the young Earl in front of him.
"What are you talking about?" Ciel asked, clearly unamused.
"That time when your little girlfriend was kidnapped by that puppet, you told me that I could have Bassy for a day if I hel
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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