Can we pretend...?

Sep 15, 2010 01:19

It wasn't like the cover of darkness was anything new near the Trancy household. It was almost like it was a constant cloak of mystery and agonizing silence over the grounds. The dark side of the moon almost seemed to float across the whole mansion.

(like it knew what really went on inside)

The only one that was awake and about throughout the bloodied dark-red moon outside was the lone butler of the household, though not the only servant. He was merely the head of such; the colonel of the affairs in the mansion.

(even though he has a master to run it)

A creak of the door.

(awatching the sleeping and slumbering figure inside)

As Claude peered gently through the open crack of the door, at the young Trancy master sleeping underneath his crisp, fresh sheets. The soft slumbering sounds whispered out from the boy's breathing though his face remained contorted in the same as when he had fallen asleep

(the order has been given)

Yet he could not bear to take his eyes away, for some odd reason.

(so why are you not carrying it out...?)
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