|Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.|
Rose and Thorns Chapter SixSebastian bit down a gentle smile that was threatening to pull at his lips as he slowly fed Ciel the bottle of warmed milk. To say the kitten was hungry was an understatement as Ciel greedily lapped up the liquid, placing both his hand either side of the bottle and over Sebastian’s fingers. Against his arm, the demon could feel the light swishing of the young neko’s tail, Ciel’s tiny triangular ears flipping back and forth within the tiger outfit as he drank.Rose and Thorns Chapter Six by ~sukuangtou
Once the cub was done, Sebastian gently manoeuvred him so he was resting over his shoulder, rubbing his hand up and down Ciel’s back to wind him. Inside his livi
Lost in a SwarmResting on the looped, metal cage of the coat hanger which swung gently on the wardrobe door, the newly purchased suit hung limply, lifelessly, waiting for its new owner to place himself into its body and spring it to life like a puppet. Deep ink-coloured cotton created the high-class jacked, glistening golden buttons slipped into their holes, decorated with swirls, twists and curves. Beneath, a frilly necked, crisp white shirt could be seen, the ruffles falling from the stiff collar to the top button of the jacket, which lay just under the chest.Lost in a Swarm by ~sukuangtou
A matching set of trousers, folded over the bottom metal strip of the hanger, poked out underne
Raining over the River chapter 4Raining over the River chapter 4 by ~sukuangtou
The Dancing Horse pub glowed peach-pink in the early morning sun; its eyes closed with fading red curtains and beneath messy window boxes were awakening with vibrant golds, violets and ruby. The simple brown door sat quietly, snuggled between the sturdy brickwork of the building, the morning post poking halfway out the little black letter box.
Opposite, houses dozed as the small percentage of the human population slept within their bodies.
A dappled feline sat on a grey doorstep by the pints of bottled milk, flicking its tail elegantly as it cleaned its ears before trotting out the tiny garden and across the road for its daily stroll around
Night WalkerPassageways echoed his each step forward as his heeled leather shoes, polished to perfection, strode him forward confidently upon the stone floors of the servants quarters. Waxy candles dripping long tears of cream down their bodies, rested within the glistening golden candelabra settled in his hand, casting his threatening shadow behind him like a silent ghoul patrolling the hallways.Night Walker by ~sukuangtou
His feet met carpet, a luscious crimson red spilling out before him in a lake, drifting over the shiny oak floorboards until it reached a door, the wood white and the handle round, decorated with spirals, twists and turns.
Creaking, the door moaned against it