Second dance; video/action for Phancyhive
[Hello, network! Lizzie beams at the NV with no small amount of pride, giving a tiny wave to whomever may be watching.]
The mansion was so dark and gloomy before that I decided it could use some cheering up!
[Or rather, a certain someone who shall not be named at this time even though it's kind of obvious who it is could use cheering up ( Read more... )
The mansion was so dark and gloomy before that I decided it could use some cheering up!
[Or rather, a certain someone who shall not be named at this time even though it's kind of obvious who it is could use cheering up ( Read more... )
At least the bright pink of this frilly bonnet is a good color on him. He's just standing stiffly in the background somewhere, pushing his glasses up every so often, utterly dazzled by the sparkles.]
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Glitter might just be his ultimate weakness. It was invented sometime in the 1930s or '40s, which is why he hasn't really dealt with it until now.]
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[Finally, he opens his mouth to address Hannah:]
Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?
[IT'S LIKE THE MILKY FUCKING WAY HAS CRASHED DOWN IN THE FOYER. ;_;]
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P-Pff---
[Don't look now, but Hannah Anafeloz has just lost her shit and laughing in your face, Claude.]
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Is this truly that amusing to you, Hannah Anafeloz? I'd have you on the floor and choking down a petticoat in seconds, you know, and there wouldn't be a thing for you to do about it. A gaping fuckhole stuffed with virginal lace.]
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[And then Claude's lips twitch, because. Well, because. It does seem silly, even to him. But he's going to keep his straight-faced expression.]
If you're unable to appreciate it, that is through no fault of mine, Hannah.
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[Oh, give her a moment to compose herself. She is very much covering her mouth with her hand and trying to swallow laughter down.]
--You look very nice.
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Once, Alois Trancy told me that I haven't any need for color.
[That might seem random as hell, even though he's wearing brightly colored things, but he sounds very serious (if somber) about it.]
I suppose the meaning was: he has become my color.
[He absently brushes excess glitter off of his shoulder.]
Do you think so?
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That doesn't mean she isn't taking him seriously, however. ]
The world was very black and white before I met Luca Macken. After it, I tried to remember a time where it hadn't been so and I could not.
[Her hand falls back down to her side and she gives a small, brief shrug of her shoulder.]
I think so. But is that not how it's supposed to go?
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[The bland grey of apathy and ennui has defined his existence for longer than he cares to remember. Nevertheless, there were a few brighter spots now and then--sometimes he'd even discover a little bit of color to savor. Never any double rainbows that went all the way, but the prisms he did chew on made him want to keep searching. He knew more fantastic flavors had to be out there to try; once he found the Ultimate, he would be happy at last.
Finally, along came Alois Trancy-- Jim Macken, the miraculous surprise; the greatest sign. (And Ciel Phantomhive, the supernatural fluke, but he's unfortunately not so engrossing anymore.) That unstable blonde soul still dances like flames without getting burnt. Whether or not he needs more passion, it is the...]
No one else was like Alois Trancy is. [His tone is secretive, almost uneasy. It's difficult to acknowledge how much he fucked up ( ... )
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This is a dark day indeed.]
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... Your Highness.
[Alois' black mood is enough to make the sparkles not so sparkly.]
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Well.]
Bit of a poof today, are we? Running around with little girls and all? Really, Claude?
[OHHHHH SO JELLY RN]
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--Is he going to be punished for his insubordination? Please, yes. That'd be ideal.]
Lady Elizabeth asked for my assistance, [he says evenly. His glasses are still smeared with more glitter, so it's difficult to tell where he's looking.] It did not seem that large of an undertaking.
[Together, they spent a few hundred dollars of Ciel's money at the arts and crafts store. (Maybe it's best not to mention that part.)]
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Elizabeth Middleford was fine when she wasn't... around, ever.
If Claude isn't looking at him
(and he isn't, right? he's looking at all of this frilly sparkling pre-teen girl bullshit that he's done with elizabeth. that's exactly what he's looking at. damn it.)
then he doesn't want to look at Claude, either.]
So glad to know you'd make a fine lady-in-waiting. Claude, did I tell you to assist her?
[Doing things for Alois without orders is fantastic. For Elizabeth? Not so much. She's a little attention whore, he thinks. She's mucking up all sorts of things right now, and Alois feels like he's got to fight to get glances as it is.
His tone with Claude is tight, of course. He tilts his chin to look over his shoulder, almost at Claude but not directly so, and there's an unfortunate smear of glitter on his cheek.]
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Claude felt jealous. Very viciously jealous. Demons aren't supposed to covet humans like that--desiring them for more than their immortal souls--but Claude did and does and he's looked for a way to retaliate. The opportunity presented itself like magic, really. (Their Good Day has made him needier for more, it seems.)]
No.
[While his somber voice is the appropriate ( ... )
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