It's times like these when you wonder where people figured the idea that an 11 ano old girl would murder her own parents in their family church during mid-construction.
Maybe thats why I'm so bitter.
The building of the Basilica was halted until further notice. The Middleford's were notified of this demise on my part and hesitantly offered a hand, only to withdrawal it in the end. Such tentative plans forced my person into a bit of a blurry spiral, only for the tail to land me right back at that place; my own home.
An 11 ano old living on her own.
Oh, one can only imagine the gossip.
Death spread like a plague. The shot heard a round the world; our dear Earl Phantomhive. The sorrow and all it's accompanists faded into what some call futile frustration. Hungry hit-men willing to steal the lives of adolescence's to please themselves and perhaps the the public. Greedy. And I must admit, though my parents put me through some hardships, in the end they are all I had left. Were, anyway. It's difficult to conceive of so many frightening things. To wake before the dawn screaming; thrashing about in the sheets. Cold beads of sweat dotting my pale face. I was a ghost. I sobbed and called out for them. Mother, Father. I shifted a bit in my wet blankets and scooted over to the window and shut the blinds. menacing faces that stared through the pane. No one to heat the início and put wood on the fire. No one to pay for school or food. Just a big, lonely house, and your own haunting memories.
~~
The imagens of those days grew shorter, until por the first peek of spring two years later they had all meshed into what seemed like a long, endless dream. And the first present of the New ano wasn't equally as sweet.
That morning, I had begun to conjure all of these shapeless emotions.
Elizabeth, now tall, lean and steadfast, appeared on my doorstep in beautiful floral vestido dotted with purple ribbons and frills. The sight nearly knocked me off of my feet, which were bare despite the windy, crisp atmosphere.
At first, I apologized for the rotting door frame and the rest of the shabby factors clinging to the mansion including myself, wearing a long beige night gown. With a polite, humored closed-eyed smile, she raised a hand to excuse me for the trouble, exchanging the smirk for en excited smile.
"Ciel. We have to go see him."
I rubbed my arms and looked up at the cumulus clouds meshing together, blocking the sun.
"I don't know, Elizabeth. It just rained last night and the ground will be awfully muddy near the grave, I just don't think today--"
"What?" she interrupted me. Even I began to feel confused.
"...I, I just think tomorrow would be a better dia for a wake, since it's Sunday."
At first she stared at me with her esmeralda eyes squinting like I was a crazy person, then she dispersed and her light eyebrows raised and she laughed heartily.
"You don't even know, do you!"
I shook my head, embarrassed. Know what?
She took my hands before she said it.
"He's back. He's alive."
I threw the door open to the study, nearly screaming.
"Ciel!"
There he was, sitting in a small wooden chair behind his desk. I didn't notice the cuts on his arms or the greenish bruises polka-dotting his pale neck and cheeks. And I didn't take any regard to the man standing seguinte to him. Elizabeth stood in the doorway as pristine as always, the picture of of the perfect lady when I skidded across the carpet, moving the escrivaninha, mesa inches away in an attempt to throw my arms around him.
"Ciel..." My head rattled with a list of endless perguntas and concerns. I felt two shaky hands gently pat my back.
"Sofia. You've grown."
I let go and pressed my thumbs to his inward cheekbones, trying to brush away what looked like a reddish dirt. I held my breath and my stomach began to twist in the sickening feeling before dropping head first into a churning ocean. "I wish I could say the same for you. You're still as petite as ever." was all that seemed to be an acceptable response. Elizabeth walked over with her cheeks a bright rosa, -de-rosa and batted her long black lashes at the boy, clutching her tolet, violet handbag. She cocked her head to one side.
"Ciel, tell her."
"Lizzy, please..." His unusually melancholy eyes dropped, accenting large purple bags beneath them. He took my hand from his shoulder and slowly laid it flat against his table, averting my stare.
"We're not engaged anymore."
I began to glance back and forth between the two of them. The corner of Elizabeth's lips pressed into an unknowing expression of triumph.
"Please don't worry, my reasoning has been made clear."
"You have no money, dear. you're uneducated and can't afford a dowry. It was the only thing we could do." her green eyes turned a bit sympathetic, scanning over my clenched shoulders.
I felt the escrivaninha, mesa slide left under my cold fingers, putting it back in place. I looked up at a dark figure with ghostly white skin and flaming red eyes. His stare met mine. His curious expression transformed into a lofty grin, which said everything without saying anything at all.
I was done for.
~~
I guess this is kind of long, too? Ha. Maybe not (oue); Aaw yay Sebastian's finally in it. I really like composição literária about him. So expect lots of details when it comes to describing everything he does... x//D <3
Maybe thats why I'm so bitter.
The building of the Basilica was halted until further notice. The Middleford's were notified of this demise on my part and hesitantly offered a hand, only to withdrawal it in the end. Such tentative plans forced my person into a bit of a blurry spiral, only for the tail to land me right back at that place; my own home.
An 11 ano old living on her own.
Oh, one can only imagine the gossip.
Death spread like a plague. The shot heard a round the world; our dear Earl Phantomhive. The sorrow and all it's accompanists faded into what some call futile frustration. Hungry hit-men willing to steal the lives of adolescence's to please themselves and perhaps the the public. Greedy. And I must admit, though my parents put me through some hardships, in the end they are all I had left. Were, anyway. It's difficult to conceive of so many frightening things. To wake before the dawn screaming; thrashing about in the sheets. Cold beads of sweat dotting my pale face. I was a ghost. I sobbed and called out for them. Mother, Father. I shifted a bit in my wet blankets and scooted over to the window and shut the blinds. menacing faces that stared through the pane. No one to heat the início and put wood on the fire. No one to pay for school or food. Just a big, lonely house, and your own haunting memories.
~~
The imagens of those days grew shorter, until por the first peek of spring two years later they had all meshed into what seemed like a long, endless dream. And the first present of the New ano wasn't equally as sweet.
That morning, I had begun to conjure all of these shapeless emotions.
Elizabeth, now tall, lean and steadfast, appeared on my doorstep in beautiful floral vestido dotted with purple ribbons and frills. The sight nearly knocked me off of my feet, which were bare despite the windy, crisp atmosphere.
At first, I apologized for the rotting door frame and the rest of the shabby factors clinging to the mansion including myself, wearing a long beige night gown. With a polite, humored closed-eyed smile, she raised a hand to excuse me for the trouble, exchanging the smirk for en excited smile.
"Ciel. We have to go see him."
I rubbed my arms and looked up at the cumulus clouds meshing together, blocking the sun.
"I don't know, Elizabeth. It just rained last night and the ground will be awfully muddy near the grave, I just don't think today--"
"What?" she interrupted me. Even I began to feel confused.
"...I, I just think tomorrow would be a better dia for a wake, since it's Sunday."
At first she stared at me with her esmeralda eyes squinting like I was a crazy person, then she dispersed and her light eyebrows raised and she laughed heartily.
"You don't even know, do you!"
I shook my head, embarrassed. Know what?
She took my hands before she said it.
"He's back. He's alive."
I threw the door open to the study, nearly screaming.
"Ciel!"
There he was, sitting in a small wooden chair behind his desk. I didn't notice the cuts on his arms or the greenish bruises polka-dotting his pale neck and cheeks. And I didn't take any regard to the man standing seguinte to him. Elizabeth stood in the doorway as pristine as always, the picture of of the perfect lady when I skidded across the carpet, moving the escrivaninha, mesa inches away in an attempt to throw my arms around him.
"Ciel..." My head rattled with a list of endless perguntas and concerns. I felt two shaky hands gently pat my back.
"Sofia. You've grown."
I let go and pressed my thumbs to his inward cheekbones, trying to brush away what looked like a reddish dirt. I held my breath and my stomach began to twist in the sickening feeling before dropping head first into a churning ocean. "I wish I could say the same for you. You're still as petite as ever." was all that seemed to be an acceptable response. Elizabeth walked over with her cheeks a bright rosa, -de-rosa and batted her long black lashes at the boy, clutching her tolet, violet handbag. She cocked her head to one side.
"Ciel, tell her."
"Lizzy, please..." His unusually melancholy eyes dropped, accenting large purple bags beneath them. He took my hand from his shoulder and slowly laid it flat against his table, averting my stare.
"We're not engaged anymore."
I began to glance back and forth between the two of them. The corner of Elizabeth's lips pressed into an unknowing expression of triumph.
"Please don't worry, my reasoning has been made clear."
"You have no money, dear. you're uneducated and can't afford a dowry. It was the only thing we could do." her green eyes turned a bit sympathetic, scanning over my clenched shoulders.
I felt the escrivaninha, mesa slide left under my cold fingers, putting it back in place. I looked up at a dark figure with ghostly white skin and flaming red eyes. His stare met mine. His curious expression transformed into a lofty grin, which said everything without saying anything at all.
I was done for.
~~
I guess this is kind of long, too? Ha. Maybe not (oue); Aaw yay Sebastian's finally in it. I really like composição literária about him. So expect lots of details when it comes to describing everything he does... x//D <3
The english lyrics to the segundo opening for the OVA's of Ranma 1/2: link por DoCo.
--
You may touch me in dreams but they don't stay.
(Today you don't have much to say.)
How am I gonna face the light of day?
(What have I done now?)
Things completely unspoken,
thinking it's for the best,
Then I look into your eyes,
and it gets tight in my chest,
Hear the river tells of our goodbye.
(It's late and they all wait for me!)
Sayonara whispers on the breeze.
(I'll get in trouble!)
Let me know what in your heart,
that a good place to start.
All I need is a small song,
and I give my coração to you.
You and me have still got,
so much we need to say!
Friendship's not enough,
Why can't we seize the day?
Dontcha' know I got no idea
from this point on?
So far to go
until we both agree,
You and me.
--
You may touch me in dreams but they don't stay.
(Today you don't have much to say.)
How am I gonna face the light of day?
(What have I done now?)
Things completely unspoken,
thinking it's for the best,
Then I look into your eyes,
and it gets tight in my chest,
Hear the river tells of our goodbye.
(It's late and they all wait for me!)
Sayonara whispers on the breeze.
(I'll get in trouble!)
Let me know what in your heart,
that a good place to start.
All I need is a small song,
and I give my coração to you.
You and me have still got,
so much we need to say!
Friendship's not enough,
Why can't we seize the day?
Dontcha' know I got no idea
from this point on?
So far to go
until we both agree,
You and me.
The english lyrics to the segundo OVA ending for Ranma 1/2: link por DoCo.
--
Shampoo:
Up in blue sky silly blimp go by,
where it come from where it going,
ziggy-zaggy it fly high!
Today is Sunday,
past one-thirty,
why you no come by?
Maybe you late but I no can wait...
Now I cry...
Kasumi:
Pretty red bricks,
bridge that spans the tide.
Draw the picture see the face
of the one I want por my side!
There you are all dressed in black
but I can't see your eyes.
Can it be your dressed that way for me?
Why are you so shy?
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Ranko:
This pager's drivin' me crazy!
Just so! You know!
If some dark stranger asked me I might go...
And so...
Don't blame me when your lonely!
We're sailing out to see the ship and me.
Lalala, lala, lala, lalalaa~!
Lalala, lala-la-la-la-la-la, laa~!
Repeat x3.
--
Shampoo:
Up in blue sky silly blimp go by,
where it come from where it going,
ziggy-zaggy it fly high!
Today is Sunday,
past one-thirty,
why you no come by?
Maybe you late but I no can wait...
Now I cry...
Kasumi:
Pretty red bricks,
bridge that spans the tide.
Draw the picture see the face
of the one I want por my side!
There you are all dressed in black
but I can't see your eyes.
Can it be your dressed that way for me?
Why are you so shy?
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Ranko:
This pager's drivin' me crazy!
Just so! You know!
If some dark stranger asked me I might go...
And so...
Don't blame me when your lonely!
We're sailing out to see the ship and me.
Lalala, lala, lala, lalalaa~!
Lalala, lala-la-la-la-la-la, laa~!
Repeat x3.
Enable Listen: link
--
My coração is ready to beat,
I can feel the wind underneath my feet.
I'm gonna jump over the moon,
Hands in the air waving up
like a balloon!
I'm free as a bird,
lost in the stars
and waving down to earth.
Don't know where I'm gonna land,
but you gotta wobble before you stand!
I'm soaring~!
All alone and on my own,
I'm soaring~!
And I know my coração will lead me home.
Just look in my eyes,
can't you see I'm not the same today?
I can see farther now.
I stepped up, and I'm making
my own way!
Don't know where I'm gonna land,
but you gotta wobble before you stand!
I'm soaring~!
All alone and on my own,
I'm soaring~!
And I know my coração will lead me home.
--
My coração is ready to beat,
I can feel the wind underneath my feet.
I'm gonna jump over the moon,
Hands in the air waving up
like a balloon!
I'm free as a bird,
lost in the stars
and waving down to earth.
Don't know where I'm gonna land,
but you gotta wobble before you stand!
I'm soaring~!
All alone and on my own,
I'm soaring~!
And I know my coração will lead me home.
Just look in my eyes,
can't you see I'm not the same today?
I can see farther now.
I stepped up, and I'm making
my own way!
Don't know where I'm gonna land,
but you gotta wobble before you stand!
I'm soaring~!
All alone and on my own,
I'm soaring~!
And I know my coração will lead me home.
Yappa paa yappa paa, don't know what to do
My coração is not a game-Its mah-jong to you
Yappa paa Yappa paa, feel just like a shrew
Who needs boys?
Don't you dare
make me wild like you
Before you, boys got on their knees
Ranma, Ranma, its me you always tease
Since the dia I ran into you
Ranma, Ranma you
roubou my coração and you
don't you dare go and
make me wild like you
Somebody tell me why it's so hard
To say those three words: "I amor You"
If I let myself give into you
I'll become just as...
wild as you
Before you come in like a breeze
Won't you stop and ring the bell, please?
Before you make my coração a home
Why not let me amor you on my own?
I'd be better off without you
But just tonight, it's alright
Until tomorrow, all right
Everytime your eyes turn to me
Ranma, Ranma,
You make me feel dizzy
Someday we may be mais than friends
Ranma, Ranma you've
gone and though it's true
Can't you see that you've
made me wild like you?
<3333
My coração is not a game-Its mah-jong to you
Yappa paa Yappa paa, feel just like a shrew
Who needs boys?
Don't you dare
make me wild like you
Before you, boys got on their knees
Ranma, Ranma, its me you always tease
Since the dia I ran into you
Ranma, Ranma you
roubou my coração and you
don't you dare go and
make me wild like you
Somebody tell me why it's so hard
To say those three words: "I amor You"
If I let myself give into you
I'll become just as...
wild as you
Before you come in like a breeze
Won't you stop and ring the bell, please?
Before you make my coração a home
Why not let me amor you on my own?
I'd be better off without you
But just tonight, it's alright
Until tomorrow, all right
Everytime your eyes turn to me
Ranma, Ranma,
You make me feel dizzy
Someday we may be mais than friends
Ranma, Ranma you've
gone and though it's true
Can't you see that you've
made me wild like you?
<3333