Blood Confessions 1.Life, the whole concept is incredibly abstract to me, much too foreign to try and even attempt to reach out towards the true meaning and attempt to sort through endless definitions and theories. Honestly, the whole basic thought of it is silly when one ponders it long enough. What is its value and what does it achieve? What it accomplishes is significant and many are blinded in the trivial pursuit in attempting to uncover what they should accomplish when in reality they've probably already served life's purpose. All over the world one will hear the ultimate question- what is the meaning of life? That's a simple answer to a simpler question.
His Butler, EndYet another outfit of his is stuffed into a suitcase, his maid lingers by his bed with her hands clasped to her chest as she stares with wide eyes. In her whole three years of services has she never seen the small, powerful figure of Ciel Phantomhive in a hurry so strong that he didn't even bother with changing to prepare to leave. This morning had happened in such a confusion, first when she came in to awaken him Mey-Rin found the young earl in the hallways of all places dragging a suitcase into his room. He had promptly slammed it atop his bed, wrenched open his wardrobe and began a frantic stuffing of clothes. He hadn't even bothered
His Butler, ConvictedTurning his head he recognizes the figure, small and lean whose very demeanour screamed solitude. The man clutches his pen and pocketbook, his feet taking only seconds to reach the desired back of the needed words. He claps the shoulder causing him to turn around, his large blue eye casting a disturbed glare over his shoulder. "What?" Ciel Phantomhive snaps. "Earl Phantomhive, sir," the interviewer pants, "please, just a word, please." Ciel exhales, secretly loving the attention or just another chance to further soil the name Michaelis, "Do make it quick. I have a trial to get to." The interviewer nods eagerly, licking the tip of his
50 Things Sebastian Cannot Do1. When awakening the young master I cannot greet him by saying, "Good morning sir, I hope I wasn't too rough." He doesn't like it no matter how amusing his reaction.2. If the young master inquires as to whom is at the door I may not respond 'The black market.' Calming the young master from panic attacks aren't the most enjoyable of things.3. The household help are to be treated as people, not like the incompetant morons they are.4. Spitting in earl grey tea is bad, no matter what the young earl himself has thrown at my head that morning.5. Cats are not permitted to be in the house.6. Or in my room.7. Especially not my room or the
50 Things Ciel Cannot Do1. I am no longer allowed to wear my eyepatch to the left side so I can scare Finny. The hospital bills and emotional scarring are not as funny as the look on his face.2. I can not do the same as stated above to the dorky Indians when they won't leave my hosue.3. Nor can I do it to Lizzie, no matter how many times her hugs threaten to collapse my ribcage.4. It is not proper for young earls to crossdress as girls when it is not for an assignment.5. Sebastian doesn't care if it's a great way to get back at Druit. (seduce and kill!)6. Even though Sebastian himself seems to get off on it...7. If I even so much as think about allowing