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♚ Thirty-Fourth Move - {Video}
Mar. 22nd, 2011 09:33 pm[Ciel is sitting at his desk, writing in long fluid strokes. While he does look better, there is something...off about him. Perhaps it's the way he's shifting in his seat or perhaps it has something to do with the tight, angry expression on his face. Whatever it is, the Earl is unnerved.
Finally, he puts down his pen and struggles to stand up. Grimacing, he grips the desk and struggles to steady his breathing - which is suddenly becoming shallower and shallower. Tipping sideways, he falls to his knees and curls into a small ball.
His entire body is trembling and, though it is barely audible, it seems like he is whispering "Not again" over and over again.]
It's not the same. [He mutters, forcing himself to look up. A moment later, he scrambles back into his chair and bites back a hiss of pain.] I'm free.
[Glaring, Ciel reaches across the desk and pulls the recorder closer.]
What is causing this?
Finally, he puts down his pen and struggles to stand up. Grimacing, he grips the desk and struggles to steady his breathing - which is suddenly becoming shallower and shallower. Tipping sideways, he falls to his knees and curls into a small ball.
His entire body is trembling and, though it is barely audible, it seems like he is whispering "Not again" over and over again.]
It's not the same. [He mutters, forcing himself to look up. A moment later, he scrambles back into his chair and bites back a hiss of pain.] I'm free.
[Glaring, Ciel reaches across the desk and pulls the recorder closer.]
What is causing this?
