All Of this Time
Kuroshitsuji(SebastianXCiel)
Gusts of freezing cold whispers to me that anda are gone...
We'll be lost before the Dawn...My Love....

The night was very dark, cold, stormy, windy, but most of all depressing. Everyone in the Phantomhive Manor was sleeping peacefully, dreaming their beautiful nightmares, all except one being. That one being was no other than Sebastian Michealis, the demon and the head butler of the manor. Sebastian was walking down the moonlit hallway, the shafts of moonlight bounced off his flawless face, it almost gave Sebastian the look of innocence...As...

His Serbants Disturbed...

She was so agitated. It made her absolutely furious that her mother would disgrace herself as she did. oleh now the stories would have been all over London. The girl walked down the bukit, hill behind her house to the well where she pumped water every hari her long red locks bouncing as she traveled. With an angry heave the water streamed into the bucket. "Is something wrong Maria?" She heard as a gentle hand came down on her shoulder. Maria flung herself around, Shocked at the sudden touch, to find a tall, brown-haired man wearing a brown jubah over his blue overalls. It was...

'I refuse to let go of this beautiful hand...but for your freedom, i have to.."
"Don't think about me please, I want the best for you..." kuroshitsuji (Sebastian x Ciel)

Snow silently fell from the puffy dark clouds down onto the white blanket covered ground. The night was peacefully silent but only was being interupted oleh 2 individuals voices. One sounded deeper and so soothing while the other one sounded very adorable and young-like. Those 2 individuals were no other than Sebastian Michealis, and Ciel Phantomhive...
They were walking together in the beautful white glistening night, holding...

His fiancé grieving.....

The hari was warm and the skies were fair. london was abuzz with big news. In the count of only three days the eldest heir to the thrown was to officially take over the kingdom.....and yet, it mattered not to the children.

"Richard, Richard, pass it to me!" the girl yelled. Her name was Janine. She and her friends had just ended their schooling for the summer and were playing a very engaging game of kickball. With a cepat, swift meneruskan, ke depan motion, Richard kicked the ball with all of his might. The ball flew over the heads of the other children and out of the park into the streets...