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“With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?” - Oscar Wilde

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magiamask·:

     ❛❛ i …. didn’t , until one certain moment . a moment that changed my life           and made me realize he was not you . yet i did not care ─ he was pretending           to be you and who was i to call the bluff? who was i to ruin our family once           more by telling them our precious ciel was not with us ?  ❜❜

she speaks calmy , voice level like her mother’s got when she was angry. elizabeth however was not upset . she was numb . she just wanted to lay and sleep the years away until this was all over with and she could go back to living a normal happy life with her family .

                                     ❝      when  was  that  . . .    if  you  mind  me  asking  ?      ❞    he  wants  to  know  .    what  could  possibly  trigger  such  a  thing  after  such  a  long  time  of  being  fooled  ?

                                     more  importantly  ,    he  had  wished  to  know  the  reason  behind  his  brother’s  charade  .    it  gave  him  an  odd  feeling  in  his  stomach  ,    it  squirmed  uncomfortably  at  the  thought  of  his  twin  having  stolen  his  identity  .    he  couldn’t  begin  to  imagine  why  he  would  do  such  a  thing  .

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                                     ❝      y . . .   you’re  a - alive  .      ❞    he  doesn’t  know  what  to  do  ---    how  he  should  react  .    he  should  be  elated  ,    overjoyed  to  see  his  baby  brother  once  again  .    however  ,    with  everything  he’s  been  through  he  feels  a  pit  in  his  stomach  .    almost  SICK  .

                                     memories  of  that  dreaded  night  flood  over  him  ,    those  disgusting  pigs  tearing  his  brother  from  his  grasp  as  he  screamed  and  cried  .    how  useless  he  felt  as  he  was  shoved  back  behind  bars  ,    reaching  out  and  tearing  up  his  vocal  cords  as  he  pleaded  for  them  to  let  him  go  .

                                     he  had  vowed  to  protect  the  other  . . .    and  he  failed  .

                                     astre  had  been  stabbed  upon  that  alter  ---    it’s  how  that  monster  he  called  a  servant  was  summoned  to  him  .    the  other  simply  . . .    COULDN’T  be  here  .    it  should  be  impossible  .    ❝      h - how  is  this  possible  . . . ?      ❞       // @gcdlsskxng liked for a starter.

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