[ Dream ] -£- 008
Warnings: Rather risque -- that is, by VICTORIAN standards. (So really, not at all. Probably actually a little funny)
Effects: Awkward anxiety, racing heart, dry mouth, and a hard-to-pinpoint want.
Ciel couldn't remember the last time he'd been on an outing such as this one. The sun was shining the way it does when Spring is stretching towards summer. The streets of London were filled with people going about their business, children with their parents, men with their wives... yes, it certainly felt like spring. The heels of his shoes made an irregular rhythm against the cobblestones, along with his cane. But then,he felt a tug on his wrist, and his gait came to a halt.
"Ciel, Ciel, look over there!" He turned toward that sweet, familiar voice, but she had taken off already. Her golden curls bounced in her wake, a energetic bundle of pink and white ruffles and lace, a dainty parasol perched upon her shoulder to protect against the sun's rays.
What had caught her attention was the fountain. A beautiful grand piece of white marble, filled with statues of Mythical figures, sculpted in Italian fashion, great arcs of white water painting a spectacle of colors glittering in the sunlight. Elizabeth was several paces ahead of him now, leaned energetically over the edge of the fountain's beautiful, pristine ledge.
"Isn't it beautiful~" she cooed, barely audible over the slowly closing distance, and the sound of crashing water. Yes, he had to admit for once, it was beautiful. and so was she. But as the young earl turned his attention upward to admire the artistry, he heard a small splash and a cry of disdain.
"Oh, shoot!" were the unladylike words that left Elizabeth's lips. And when Ciel glanced down, her parasol was twirling away in the fountain water,like a silly, lace-trimmed boat.
"It's alright, you can get another--"
"But I REALLY like this one!" she protested, and she leaned further over the edge, her back arched, the hem of her skirt and petticoats rising to show where the top of her spats became her stockings. Ciel couldn't help but find himself distracted by the gentle curve of her ankles. Elizabeth seemed to give up her plight, however, skirts falling back into place, and Ciel looked to the side to hide his shame. It didn't last, however, as he noticed her reaching down to unbutton her spats. The shoes soon followed, as well as the stockings, discarded in a pile as she grasped her skirt and climbed up upon the short ledge.
"What are you--"
"It's okay, I think I can reach it easily!" she replied cheerful.
As Elizabeth lowered one foot into the fountain, it only reached to her shins. She paused for half a second, gathering her skirts. The world seemed to slow down. Her skirts rose, silk and lace and tulle giving way to centimeter after centimeter of milky soft skin. Bare toes, and bare ankles, calves, shins and-- His heart was racing in a way he couldn't understand, as her dress pulled up over her knees. If Ciel still had faith in a god, he'd have sworn to Him that what Elizabeth was doing was indecent, but lord help him, he did not mind, didn't stop her, and could not stop himself from watching. Finally, hands full of fabric halfway up her thighs, oh heaven and hell she waded into the fountain. That which she could not hold trailed behind her in the rushing water, until it had become so sodden that it pulled, and clung to the backs of her thighs. The fountain water lapped at her skin with every step, and if anyone whispered about the girl treading through the fountain, they all had gone silent to Ciel's ears They were too filled with the sound of his own blood pulsing through them. Shifting her burden to one hand, Elizabeth reached out toward her wayward parasol, and the offending object bobbed teasingly just out of her reach. Fingers splayed, neck stretching, Elizabeth made rather unladylike sounds of strain as she swiped for her parasol.
And that's when the world began to speed up again. Elizabeth let out a terrified squeak. Snapped from his daze, Ciel realized, she was going to fall. Fully dressed, Ciel had only the time to discard his cane as he leaped into the fountain, diving to save Elizabeth from injury. It all happened so quickly, but by some miracle, as Elizabeth tilted forward, her face destined to meet water, Ciel caught her. How he managed to do so, that she ended up lying face up in his arms, with her hair dangling into the water was something he did not question, and neither did she. They were a tangle of sodden silk and summer wool, half submerged in the fountain pool, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist, and hers pulled up around his neck. The water wasn't cold as he might have thought, but refreshing against hot skin. Elizabeth looked up at him with those big green eyes of hers, pink lips slack in surprise.
"Ciel... you saved me~" she whispered.
And that's when he started to sink. Closer and closer, knees in the water, seeing his own shadow cast over her face. His heart thundered within his chest, and all he wanted was to have her closer, closer...
She smelled like roses, and her lips tasted like the sweetest chocolate.
-£-
Sighing softly, Ciel turned over, his arms pulled tightly around his pillow. The sheets were tangled horribly around his legs, and he was dry as a bone. He could see traces of daylight just beneath the curtains of his bedroom window. Morning...?
And then he came to the quite obvious realization that none of it had been real. The details were fading even now, along with that lingering feeling that made him hug the feather pillow for dear life. Ciel's dreams were rarely so straight-forward, and far from pleasant.
Dreams. Dream. Suddenly, he bolted upright, searching the room for his dreamberry. Throwing pillows from the bed, he finally found it, lying beneath the pillow that had been closest to his head, emitting a soft red light, and... it was on.
Any residual pleasantness was replaced by a sudden sick feeling in his stomach.
"DAMNIT!" he shouted, throwing the accursed thing across the room.
Effects: Awkward anxiety, racing heart, dry mouth, and a hard-to-pinpoint want.
Ciel couldn't remember the last time he'd been on an outing such as this one. The sun was shining the way it does when Spring is stretching towards summer. The streets of London were filled with people going about their business, children with their parents, men with their wives... yes, it certainly felt like spring. The heels of his shoes made an irregular rhythm against the cobblestones, along with his cane. But then,he felt a tug on his wrist, and his gait came to a halt.
"Ciel, Ciel, look over there!" He turned toward that sweet, familiar voice, but she had taken off already. Her golden curls bounced in her wake, a energetic bundle of pink and white ruffles and lace, a dainty parasol perched upon her shoulder to protect against the sun's rays.
What had caught her attention was the fountain. A beautiful grand piece of white marble, filled with statues of Mythical figures, sculpted in Italian fashion, great arcs of white water painting a spectacle of colors glittering in the sunlight. Elizabeth was several paces ahead of him now, leaned energetically over the edge of the fountain's beautiful, pristine ledge.
"Isn't it beautiful~" she cooed, barely audible over the slowly closing distance, and the sound of crashing water. Yes, he had to admit for once, it was beautiful. and so was she. But as the young earl turned his attention upward to admire the artistry, he heard a small splash and a cry of disdain.
"Oh, shoot!" were the unladylike words that left Elizabeth's lips. And when Ciel glanced down, her parasol was twirling away in the fountain water,like a silly, lace-trimmed boat.
"It's alright, you can get another--"
"But I REALLY like this one!" she protested, and she leaned further over the edge, her back arched, the hem of her skirt and petticoats rising to show where the top of her spats became her stockings. Ciel couldn't help but find himself distracted by the gentle curve of her ankles. Elizabeth seemed to give up her plight, however, skirts falling back into place, and Ciel looked to the side to hide his shame. It didn't last, however, as he noticed her reaching down to unbutton her spats. The shoes soon followed, as well as the stockings, discarded in a pile as she grasped her skirt and climbed up upon the short ledge.
"What are you--"
"It's okay, I think I can reach it easily!" she replied cheerful.
As Elizabeth lowered one foot into the fountain, it only reached to her shins. She paused for half a second, gathering her skirts. The world seemed to slow down. Her skirts rose, silk and lace and tulle giving way to centimeter after centimeter of milky soft skin. Bare toes, and bare ankles, calves, shins and-- His heart was racing in a way he couldn't understand, as her dress pulled up over her knees. If Ciel still had faith in a god, he'd have sworn to Him that what Elizabeth was doing was indecent, but lord help him, he did not mind, didn't stop her, and could not stop himself from watching. Finally, hands full of fabric halfway up her thighs, oh heaven and hell she waded into the fountain. That which she could not hold trailed behind her in the rushing water, until it had become so sodden that it pulled, and clung to the backs of her thighs. The fountain water lapped at her skin with every step, and if anyone whispered about the girl treading through the fountain, they all had gone silent to Ciel's ears They were too filled with the sound of his own blood pulsing through them. Shifting her burden to one hand, Elizabeth reached out toward her wayward parasol, and the offending object bobbed teasingly just out of her reach. Fingers splayed, neck stretching, Elizabeth made rather unladylike sounds of strain as she swiped for her parasol.
And that's when the world began to speed up again. Elizabeth let out a terrified squeak. Snapped from his daze, Ciel realized, she was going to fall. Fully dressed, Ciel had only the time to discard his cane as he leaped into the fountain, diving to save Elizabeth from injury. It all happened so quickly, but by some miracle, as Elizabeth tilted forward, her face destined to meet water, Ciel caught her. How he managed to do so, that she ended up lying face up in his arms, with her hair dangling into the water was something he did not question, and neither did she. They were a tangle of sodden silk and summer wool, half submerged in the fountain pool, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist, and hers pulled up around his neck. The water wasn't cold as he might have thought, but refreshing against hot skin. Elizabeth looked up at him with those big green eyes of hers, pink lips slack in surprise.
"Ciel... you saved me~" she whispered.
And that's when he started to sink. Closer and closer, knees in the water, seeing his own shadow cast over her face. His heart thundered within his chest, and all he wanted was to have her closer, closer...
She smelled like roses, and her lips tasted like the sweetest chocolate.
-£-
Sighing softly, Ciel turned over, his arms pulled tightly around his pillow. The sheets were tangled horribly around his legs, and he was dry as a bone. He could see traces of daylight just beneath the curtains of his bedroom window. Morning...?
And then he came to the quite obvious realization that none of it had been real. The details were fading even now, along with that lingering feeling that made him hug the feather pillow for dear life. Ciel's dreams were rarely so straight-forward, and far from pleasant.
Dreams. Dream. Suddenly, he bolted upright, searching the room for his dreamberry. Throwing pillows from the bed, he finally found it, lying beneath the pillow that had been closest to his head, emitting a soft red light, and... it was on.
Any residual pleasantness was replaced by a sudden sick feeling in his stomach.
"DAMNIT!" he shouted, throwing the accursed thing across the room.