"Ill?" he said. Outstretching his flesh hand, he felt Ciel’s forehead. It didn’t seem like he had a fever or anything. "Smile, you better not be lyin’ to me."

Would I lie—?❞  The young Earl questioned, as though he didn’t take advantage of and cheat practically everyone he came in contact with.  ❝I only really need one day off.  I wouldn’t want my illness to turn out to be contagious and get anyone else sick, you know.❞


I would rather not perform today.  I’m feeling the slightest bit ill—

He isn’t ill.  
            He just wants a lazy day.
                                     ….He’s sort of doubting he’ll be allowed it.
Faking being sick is tedious, after all.


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candid photo of Ciel and Alois by お宅 凉

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◤вℓση∂ ρяι¢к◢: 

A hand came up to request silence, “I don’t need the details.”


Then don’t ask for them.


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Eyes of  a deep, royal cerulean are cast upon the Queen’s spider as though the young blond is nothing more than a pathetic mutt of a dog left to wander the perilous streets of London.  The younger male tapped his fingers upon his desk of Oak wood; the very same piece of furniture that was designated to work and cluttered with papers; many and most doodled or scribbled upon, as he continued to gaze at the Trancy who stood before him.  Ciel was to offer all nobles the full Phantomhive hospitality — Alois Trancy not excluded — and could not possibly find a way to politely refuse the other.  So, here hew was, stuck with an unexpected and most unwanted guest.  ❝Do tell, Trancy❞ — the words slip off of his tongue as thought they are the most poisonous of all venom — ❝what brings you here this afternoon?❞  A forced conversation was much preferred to silence.  As they say; silence is deadly — even more lethal than any words the Phantomhive could possibly bestow upon the fourteen year old.

{{ out of earl;;

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♦;; - “Yea, ‘nd I got somethin’ ta say to ye.”

"Fuck you."

He is just the slightest bit taken aback at the male’s comment — never had he taken Joker, or any of the circus’s members, for that matter, to be quite this…. uncivil.  Of course, the younger had done nothing more in the past than royally cheat the individual and his colleagues; but did the typical human not tend to forgive and forget?  Then again, Joker had always been rather the odd one — in the Phantomhive’s opinion, at least.  ❝Ah, you have become quite vulgar in the time we have spent apart.  You have quite the nerve, speaking to the Earl of Phantomhive as if he is nothing more than an indecent mutt.❞  An irate grimace, displaying his discontent upon features of elegant alabaster, turned down the pale lips that never really did seem to do much but scowl.  In turn, brows furrowed in further annoyance as the young brat stared at the demon; who exactly did this man think he was?