I was awoken by my very next deep cycle of sleep. A foggy, dull plugging sound settled in my ears. Between intervals of gentle speaking, there was rain.
"The telephone is for you."
Sebastian's urgent voice flooded into my head, and I turned slowly over and stared at his pale complexion, dotted with fast moving black shadows casted from the large window. I narrowed my eyes as him and rolled out of the thick, suffocating amount of sheets.
I watched her lie in the bed for a moment. Not quite waiting for a response, but enjoying the way she was. Ill, drained of energy. It was delicious.
"Nothing!" she screamed. Her voice did not match her face at all. It was cold and harsh. It lingered, fluttering in the air like a wounded dove. "This is all your bloody fault, you devil! Devil!"
"Ah, so you figured it out?"
The poison like liquid flooded to my eyes and I felt them glow. A faint glint of horror spread across her cheeks.
An unusual hint of snow finally began settling upon London as early March creeped in, and the indian summer was over. Spring was a long ways away, and this fact hung deep in the pit of my stomach as I strained to get the door of my manor open, stepped inside, and closed it again. Though the house was poorly insulated, it was surprisingly still. As I removed my scarf and boots, I heard the gentle bubbling of liquid from the kitchen, the only lit room in view. The long yellow gleam cast a large shadowy rectangle across the entire dark floor in a straight path to the front door. I walked to it...
"It pains me to see you disobeying your doctrine, Russia."
"What doctrine?" Ivan asked calmly, allowing his thick fingers to be squeezed by the child, now dressed in pajamas, resting in his lap. The three sat in another room well in the back of the large house. The radiator buzzed noisily in the corner. Ivan's boss crafted a face of disgust at the girl and continued on not answering the question.
"I came to tell you that our efforts to capture images from Venus are well undergo. Please come by soon to plan for the launch of the first probe in one week."
I was dubious, of course, to knock upon Ciel's mansion door the next day. The most I feared was Sebastian answering the door. The same smirk spreading from ear to ear. He'd great me with something smart—because he was smart, of course, of things—and it was this precise reaction he gave me that churned my insides. It twisted my guts like thick cake batter molded by a wooden spoon. It wasn't Sebastian who answered the door, however. It was the steward.
"Yes?" Tanaka said while opening the latch in his croaky, yet dignified tone.
"Here, little one. Trying reading some words from these books. I will be back." the Russian set three thin binds of colorful pages on the child's legs and walked away to the next room in his heavy boots, encasing her behind the strong wooden door, not quite shutting it all the way. The bright colors and characters enticed her voiceless mind. She brushed her finger tips over the hard cover to the corner of the book rested on her small thighs, opening it to reveal the first flimsy white square titled; "Моя семья." On the white, shiny page was a picture of a group of people. Some were...
The next morning I found myself getting up earlier. I usually slept until noon if the nightmares were kept at bay. I clambered into an old shawl and slippers and attempted to sit by the fire to read. But there I was, instead, staring out the window into the mist. The entrance of the driveway was consumed entirely by the fog. For once, the trees were only quivering slightly in the wind, and the window never quite shut completely, so the draft was horribly icy. When Sebastian finally appeared out of the gray cloud, a feeling not exactly described as relief rested in my head. [i]A...
The rest of my time there was more or less a useless attempt to stop my face from flushing and keep my gaze fixated on something besides the hem of my skirt or the navy carpet. I felt like the three pairs of eyes were all on me. Elizabeth's, Ciel's, and the man's. All of them were watching me squirm around and try to catch the words that rolled breathlessly off of my tongue.
"I understand. I'm not a nobleman anymore. It's okay." I laughed with small beads of tears welling in the corners of my eyes. "It's okay."
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I just wanted to let you know that I'm still writing my fanfiction, but it takes some time because the farther I progress, the more my writer's block accumulates. Please don't be mad! I'm trying my best.
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