A foolish desire ((Closed rp with funtomking))

beautiful-lie-oflife:

Life sat, green orbs flitting side to side as her mind wandered idly by. This was something she did often, for it helped her to make sense of the actions and behaviors of her creations. And yet, while she should have been seeking some sort of improvements to her designs, her mind kept going elsewhere. Rather, it kept going to a certain boy whom she had only actually met once, and yet, she had grown increasingly concerned. She refused to sit by and let one of her darlings be consumed by a creature such as his butler. It was just something she would not bear.
—-She had to try.
And in such, she had to call upon her powers, and let the light flow through her body so as to learn where exactly his home was. After simple moments, the answer flooded her mind, and she was off at once. With a simple turn of her body, her figure dissipated from her own wonderous realm and into another: the realm of her creations. Rather, she landed on a floor in what appeared to be a large, very large home. Taking in some air and puffing her chest just slightly, she began to wander.
She knew that her presence shouldn’t attract the demon, benevolent that she was, however she had to exhibit caution so she didn’t run into the shadowy butler. Chances are he would not take kindly to one trying to persuade its prey away from his gaping jaws. Door after door she tried, luck on her side in one way and not in the other,
—-And then at the last door, she heard a click and saw him. Blue hair and eye patch entered her line of vision and she instinctively put on her smile as she stepped into the room lightly, almost slightly nervous, She had a feeling that this boy didn’t like her much, and she couldn’t blame him at all. It was her doing, all the misfortune in his life that had gotten him to this point.
“—-Ciel?”
The name slid off her lips quietly before she gained a bit more confidence.
“I need to talk to you, please.”

──♚── Another quiet day in the Phantomhive household had come and gone. Well, about as quiet as it could be with three bumbling servants and the plethora of strange visitors the boy seemed to get. This day had gone smoothly, however. No odd guests, no explosions, no broken dishware. It was lovely for once.

The ashen-haired youth sighed softly from relief as he opened the door, about to retreat to his library for the evening until he was called to dinner by his butler. That was, until he saw her. It was the woman he had only met once, but certainly had no fondness of.

"It's a little late for visitors, I'm afraid. If you wished to speak with me, you could have made an appointment." The boys words were soft, but his countenance showed no glimmer of kindness.

"If you'd like, my butler could get you a cup of tea before you go on your way."

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