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that's his baby. that's his baby. that's his baby that burned to ashes that he wasn't quick enough to save burned with no ceremony, only the hate of his murderers.

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Poor thing. Burned down to his bones. No coming back from a death like that.

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There is much to be learned from beasts.

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Thump. Thump. Thunk.

The last one was meaty, the sound of the Countess's forehead repetitiously hitting itself against the tall mahogany wall, certifying that yes, there was going to be a nasty bruise there after fifteen minutes of it on unstopping loop. Wild curls freed from a poor excuse for a braided bun stick every which way, finally falling before the heavily-bagged eyes that close with a matching snarl.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't figure it out. Three days of isolation and throwing herself fully into her work and absolutely no genuine progress on the case at hand - at least, none that she could personally see, and it had well gotten under her skin.

There's a hiss of curses under her breath before the thunking begins again.

It must be bad.

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my wounds are part of my outfit. you wouldn't get it

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I know this woman has killed someone with a blade sunk through her own torso before. Seized them by their waist and sharply brought them in to impale themselves upon it, grinning a wolfish grin with blood seeping through her teeth the entire time.

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turning the knife inside yourself tonight queen?

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Leans in.

L i c k .

OoOooHoHoooHooo!

Shivers and jitters go dancing up the woman's bod, Claudias frame tilting backwards only slightly with skepticism rightfully in her bones. The lick makes the lines go jagged and all the little hairs at the bottom of her neck stand right up, a flush of blush burning at the tips of her pointed ears.

"Woooo!" She hollers and lets her hands fly, head twisting as she gallops across the room. Something about that cold tongue in the midst of a heaty summer day has her blushing and working into a fit. Normally, the licks work up an attitude of sorts, but today it's just a full on body reaction to have her heels clicking all about the funeral parlor's coffin room and palms slapping at the tables, pearls clickin' and clackin'. "Ooo! Ooo! Ooooo, you gonna pay for that one."

Oh.

He is.

Oh.

Her hand is grasping the table... and she is launching herself at him like a rocket.

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rocky road to dublin (begrudging foot tapping)

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While finny was learning how to talk, ciel decided to teach him a few essential words. Sebastian would have to try to undo it, but ciel still, let's finny express himself freely.

I also found it interesting that meyrin and bard have to be addressed formally and talk properly. And Sebastian pushes that to everyone. No nicknames like bard wanting to be called baldo.

BUT Sebastian hardly calls him finnian, its always just finny. Disclaimer i am pretty dumb, so maybe I'm misreading, but it's like when it comes to finny it's like, 'ah baby boy.'

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are you into girls that are eternally doomed

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[ call me “ dada ” ]

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doodle Phantomhive family🤍💙

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04.05.25. Happy Birthday to My Lady, the Countess Phantomhive 💙

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Changing my belief system from "this is the hill I'll die on" to "this is the hill I'll kill you on" has done absolute wonders for me 10/10 do recommend

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Has absolutely made both her progeny and loved ones alike equally elated and dreadful of April Fools. They all know better.. or do they?