nexilis; ciel phantomhive

❝ it is either rot with the living, or rot with the corpses
you so recklessly brought to their demise ¡! ❞
ongoing ༉‧₊˚.
𝘊. 𝘗𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 × 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘖𝘊

Oh, how terrible it is to love something death can touch. That kiss enlaced with poison, the strong stench of the unliving depriving your nostrils of their capability to smell anything but him, that icy-cold touch crawling under your skin as the frost slowly nibbles on your heart, and the last breath that fills your lungs with warmth one more time - That all will await us once death comes up to our door.

Though you can delay one's death, you cannot force their heart to beat when it's at rest. Sometimes, it can be the worst form of torture knowing you just surpassed death once again, having to suffer living without a purpose. having to suffer the loss of the ones you lived for, however, death does not await you, you wait for death. It is either rot with the living or rot with the corpse.

After a life and death encounter at the mere age of 9, Claire proceeds with her life as the only living member of the Delacroix family. It was more of a blur, what happened to the kin who owned the largest winery in the country, seeming as though they all disappeared.

After mysteriously returning after being missing for a year, miss little Delacroix takes on her father's company, now with an accomplice to assist her in her duties. As she grows older, so does her interest in the crimes all around England. As though her family simply does not believe in her achieving anything out of this, assuming no more of it as a hobby, they are proven wrong when the Queen's Guard Dog reaches out for help with the town's series of bloody murders.

⤼ ciel x f!reader / oc
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