‘ Master phantomhive....would you like something to drink? you look -- parched...and tired.’ Hannah approached the young earl who treated her so well, something she wasn’t use to , standing beside his chair she poured some water into his cup, once It was filled she stepped back, her eyes closing as she looked towards the ground waiting for a order to leave or if he required anything else before she made her way to do whatever It is she needed to do.
#falseearl #he is Hannah's favorite earl ;v; #treats her so well !
Oh? So you're saying you can predict the future? Funny thing is just when you think everything is going fine it finds a wall to all come crashing down. And nothing ever goes fine for me."
Excitement filling his previous reassuring sentence fated out dramatically. Into others circumstances, he would have found disappointment how Astre ruined everything — however, there was a sympathy gaze offered instead. Once upon a time, he had been silently holding towards this mentality. Once upon a time, he would have loved heard that sentence multiple time. Even today, there was an indirect need to believing it still remained true. Paradox of personality, despite be emotionally aloud, most of time uncontrollably for didn’t have decency to holding his feelings, there was density of emotions he wasn’t speaking. For once, role and reality interconnected together : if he hadn’t passed from similar step a layer of understanding would have been missed out. ❝ I can’t predict the future. ❞ Something he dreadfully dreamed to anticipating as beautifully as the original. So far, he was an intimidating spider able barely to paying attention to his prey. Not as the point to forcing concerned fall into his web and didn’t understanding what happened to them. ❝ Staying defeated won’t get you any good. Except if you want to spend your time brooding in your corner. ❞ There was an accidental confession into his words choice, when regardless of shrugging with disinterest, a passing sadness appeared. Internally cursing himself for have stayed observer. A vivid effort was generated for not obsessing over the recollection. ❝ You aren’t interested to fight that wall ? ❞ He asked, when surprisingly, he appreciated those moments when he became completely the illusion. ❝ Not eager to give a different turn ? ❞
‘ .....why is this so much HARDER then I thought it would be? ‘ Odette sighed walking through the streets of London, wearing her cloak over her head to hide who she was Odette was so focused on her own thoughts, she accidently bumped into someone, causing herself to fall onto the ground her cloak falling off revealing her blonde wavy hair and fair face, placing her hand onto her forehead she looked up. ‘ I--are you alright? do forgive me..I--I was lost in my own thoughts...a-are you hurt? ‘
As the plate of food was set down in front of him, Smile could feel his eye twitch a little. “Doll. As grateful as I am that you got this food for me. Don’t you think you went a tad bit over with the amount? I mean this could bloody well feed four people easily.” He looked at the heaped up plate of food just as his stomach growled, the rich aroma of food hitting him. It smelled so delicious but he’d get sick if he ate this much.
❝ WHAT’RE ya talkin ‘ about , smile ? s’always good t’ eat as much as ya can , anytime ya get the chance , right ? ❞ she wore a WIDE grin as she spoke despite the darkness lingering under those words -- of course , she never knew when the next time she’d get a meal was ... before . regardless of whether she realized she was doing it herself , freckles was loading up on as much as she could - that underlying worry there that it might not come again .
❝ OH , an ‘ , uh ... ❞ she leans in almost uncomfortably close , cupping one side of her mouth with her hand as she spoke to block any of the first - string members from overhearing or reading her lips . ❝ call me freckles when ah’m like this . no one outside’a the first - string knows my secret , ‘ kay ? ❞ she pulls back with a teasing smile , beginning to stuff her face . half - muffled by her breakfast as she tries to keep talking .
❝ but y’can just gimme anythin ‘ ya can’t finish . i’ll try not ta get’cha so much from now on . ❞
#falseearl #i Love that she doesnt question why ciel cant rly fight for food himself & just shares w him #she starts makin sure she can nab 2 shares everytime to make sure hes good n fed!! #&& . * muse : freckles / doll . ( the circus life is great . no one beats ya - ya can eat as many sweets as yer tum can hold . )