Earl Ciel Phantomhive (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
faustianphantom) wrote2011-02-14 03:35 pm
faustianphantom) wrote2011-02-14 03:35 pm
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♚ Twenty-Eighth Move - {Text}
What a pointless day.
[There is a lengthy pause before he starts writing again.]
I can only imagine how she would react to this change in scenery. [He doesn't think about Elizabeth terribly often, but it's hard not to when the city transforms itself into such a girlish paradise.] It's best that she's not here. I'm certain I would hurt her feelings by calling all of this a waste of time. But it is.
It's like any other holiday. It will come and go quickly enough; and only those who have a reason for celebrating it will recall it.
I'm pleased I'm not one of those. [Or is he? Ciel likes lying to himself as well.]
[Another pause.]
At least my manor will remain unblemished by gaudy decorations.
[There is a lengthy pause before he starts writing again.]
I can only imagine how she would react to this change in scenery. [He doesn't think about Elizabeth terribly often, but it's hard not to when the city transforms itself into such a girlish paradise.] It's best that she's not here. I'm certain I would hurt her feelings by calling all of this a waste of time. But it is.
It's like any other holiday. It will come and go quickly enough; and only those who have a reason for celebrating it will recall it.
I'm pleased I'm not one of those. [Or is he? Ciel likes lying to himself as well.]
[Another pause.]
At least my manor will remain unblemished by gaudy decorations.
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