So Slowly [Closed Roleplay] To Hell
demon-madam:
The voice that broke the silence was expected, but knowing did not prepare her. Nothing could. The lady in red took her time in turning from that garden view, a fragile smile along her lips bearing an apology that never left them.
She froze. Her pupils dilating in the red of her gaze while a breath caught along her painted lips. For several heart beats the woman seemed to be caught in a memory. A vision of Vincent before her with a charming smile and a polite greeting. The demon found her chest tightening, and the tears that stung the corner of her eyes threatened to fall over her cheeks. Even still she could not look away, as if allowing the sight of him to torture her.
The woman flashed a smile, a false bravado against the nail that slammed closed on the coffin of her soul. It did nothing to hide the pain that lingered in her expression when she stepped towards him. The demon crossed the distance with grace, seemingly unhindered by time as it had slipped through her fingers. She looked as beautiful as ever.
“Too many years, darling.” Angelina said softly, hands lifting to smooth themselves over his shoulders as she inspected him up close. That proximity didn’t help. Her smile wavered as she softly cupped the sides of his face. “You’ve all grown up on me now, haven’t you?”
Her distance had its reasons, no doubt. But she hadn’t composed herself enough to give them a voice yet.
Ciel watched as the woman in red approached and smiled lightly. He’d been sure that, just like Sebastian, his aunt had left him as well. It was comforting to see her back after so long. He’d never forget the things that happened in his childhood, but nowadays it almost felt like make believe. Seeing this beautiful demon before him, not looking a day older than when he’d last seen her, suddenly brought those make believe stories back to life. That’s right. They were real weren’t they?
“I’m afraid that’s what humans do. Constantly aging.” Ciel took a moment to contemplate his next move, finally deciding that he’d do what he was thinking. The Earl suddenly pulled his arms up and wrapped them around the female’s waist in a warm hug. It seemed that with age, he’d also learned to be more a little more emotive. “Even if it took you a while, I’m glad you came to visit. I’m still doing the same old work here, just without the help of a demon butler. It’s been rather boring, really.”
