The Dress Lodger and The Black Butler [Kuroshitsuji] [Fem!Ciel x Sebastian] [Draft]
Title: The Dress Lodger and The Black Butler
Rating: M
World: Alternate
Note: Yes, this is the continuation, -at least, the attempt at it- of my 3rd Entry to the Kris Kringle 2010.
The past year had done changes to the way I write, and my knowledge 'bout 19th century London increased, but I'm not sure if I can pull this out, thus the 'attempt'.
This story is going to be a bit of a 'suspense' type, and when I said it would be 'morbid', then it's going to be morbid. Just like how society was back then, it was both wonderful... and disgusting.
This is the Prologue of The Dress Lodger and The Black Butler.
Chapter 1 Draft: Drabbles
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D1
"Shell!" The girl in question looked up at the call of her name, not a bit pleased at the way it was bellowed by the gruff looking bartender, Barry.
"What?" She replied starkly, feet spread apart; arms at waist.
Barry's uneven brows joined together, but didn't say anything about her response, "Got someone lookin' fer ye." and he made a motion of his head towards a person she hadn't noticed that was there. Her heart stopped, and she halted in her advance.
Standing there, in his stunning dark tailcoat glory, face fixed into a grating half smile, was the Black Butler himself, Sebastian Michaelis. "Excuse me, for intruding at this inconvenient time." He did a mock bow, which only served to snap Shell from her daze.
Grabbing a handful of her gown, she trotted towards him, grabbed him by the arm, she did, and then proceeded to drag him to her quarters paying no heed to Barry’s knowing smile.
At the thud of the door, she faced him again, eyes glinting in the candle-illuminated room. "What are you doing here?" She hissed at the amused butler.
It didn’t occur to Shell that Sebastian’s eyes were glinting for another reason than the lighting. -Not on anger, but rather a predatory glint. "It is wrong to visit you, my lady?"
Shell, otherwise known as Ciel, stomped her foot on the floor, her old boots crunching on the worn wood, "Yes, it’s wrong. Everything’s wrong."
"Perhaps."
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D2
It was not until two weeks later that she met him again, and it was unmistakably him in his all black tailcoat under his equally black coat, walking down the street with a basket in hand. Shell, in her wounded pride, decided to deliberately approach him this time.
The fluttering of her gown in the paddle, from earlier drizzle, was the only warning that Sebastian Michaelis got before he was assaulted by the view of a young woman -the same one from before- approaching him, "Sir…" she pleaded; her voice carrying much of her emotions. -As genuine as she tried to sound, "I… I’m looking for my sister…"
Sebastian’s brow rose at her. Did she seriously think he would fall for that? -It must have shown into his face, as the girl’s expression changed from being nervous to being angry, in a flip of a coin. "How did you know?" She crossed her arms under her breasts, and glared up to him.
"I’m different." Sebastian then smirked, and then walked away, leaving an infuriated girl behind, glaring daggers at him.
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Note: There are a lot of ways to start this, so many plots to integrate, as well as the style of writing. The possibilities in only inhibited by my own limited knowledge, and skills. I wish this to be my masterpiece, as I so love the setting. I have yet to master the way they think, or the way they talk...
Oh, I soooo need a co-writer. Just kidding.
More descriptions, more prose, less dialogue... plus I need to broaden my vocabulary. :O