fanfic: the devil in the flask [5, 6, & 7/12]
Title: the devil in the flask
Author: obstinate-fate
Disclaimers: I do not own.
Ratings/Warnings: M. Flat-out M for mature (as well as explicit) scenes, gothic themes, disturbing and occasionally gory imagery, and all-around delicious Kuroshitsuji darkness. Makes references to characters all across the map of manga, anime, etc.
Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel, Ciel/Lizzy if you squint later, Sebastian/everyone, and too many others on the side that don’t really make a difference
Summary: we can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy in life is when men are afraid of the light - a family of witches, they say, where the crosses are turned upside down by invisible hands and ravens are sacrificed to the devil, where incest and tragedy and murder prance hand in hand with noble responsibilities and otherworldly elegance, where the man is sighted most often in the company of the current heir of the Phantomhive legacy, the young Earl left a vast estate of enviable value: and that is the boy Ciel Phantomhive
A/N: Multiple chapter post! Sorry, guys. ;) I’ve been terrible, I know.
Posted on FF.net beginning here or on LJ below:
⌈ the devil in the flask ⌋
chapter five
(The bloody organs of the five women-Tabram, Nichols, Chapman, Stride, Eddowes-not all at once, of course, carved out of the corpses, were for Sebastian just as the raven sacrifice was, and Ciel could hear the impatient slicing of Sebastian’s knife and fork into the slick viscid tissue and cardiac muscle, echoing without end through his mind as he tried to sleep at night. )
chapter six
( For a moment, Ciel was caught up by them. He stood staring at the reflection of the world in the mirror. In the reflection, Sebastian stood right next to him. But Ciel was alone in the hallway, heart fluttering sickly, and Sebastian only existed in the window of the looking-glass. And he looked so exquisitely sad, so lonely and helpless… )
chapter seven
( The truth was … her brother already the handsome little gentleman with dark curls and that freckle below his eye, wearing a dashing coat and his tight white riding breeches as he crawled atop the man who’d sprawled, quite indecently and indecorously casual, on the leather seat in their father’s office. And … what else could she do but bury this rotten secret deep inside, like a pocket of poison within her? )
x-posted. ♥
Author: obstinate-fate
Disclaimers: I do not own.
Ratings/Warnings: M. Flat-out M for mature (as well as explicit) scenes, gothic themes, disturbing and occasionally gory imagery, and all-around delicious Kuroshitsuji darkness. Makes references to characters all across the map of manga, anime, etc.
Pairings: Sebastian/Ciel, Ciel/Lizzy if you squint later, Sebastian/everyone, and too many others on the side that don’t really make a difference
Summary: we can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy in life is when men are afraid of the light - a family of witches, they say, where the crosses are turned upside down by invisible hands and ravens are sacrificed to the devil, where incest and tragedy and murder prance hand in hand with noble responsibilities and otherworldly elegance, where the man is sighted most often in the company of the current heir of the Phantomhive legacy, the young Earl left a vast estate of enviable value: and that is the boy Ciel Phantomhive
A/N: Multiple chapter post! Sorry, guys. ;) I’ve been terrible, I know.
Posted on FF.net beginning here or on LJ below:
⌈ the devil in the flask ⌋
chapter five
(The bloody organs of the five women-Tabram, Nichols, Chapman, Stride, Eddowes-not all at once, of course, carved out of the corpses, were for Sebastian just as the raven sacrifice was, and Ciel could hear the impatient slicing of Sebastian’s knife and fork into the slick viscid tissue and cardiac muscle, echoing without end through his mind as he tried to sleep at night. )
chapter six
( For a moment, Ciel was caught up by them. He stood staring at the reflection of the world in the mirror. In the reflection, Sebastian stood right next to him. But Ciel was alone in the hallway, heart fluttering sickly, and Sebastian only existed in the window of the looking-glass. And he looked so exquisitely sad, so lonely and helpless… )
chapter seven
( The truth was … her brother already the handsome little gentleman with dark curls and that freckle below his eye, wearing a dashing coat and his tight white riding breeches as he crawled atop the man who’d sprawled, quite indecently and indecorously casual, on the leather seat in their father’s office. And … what else could she do but bury this rotten secret deep inside, like a pocket of poison within her? )
x-posted. ♥