mundane.

mundane.

mundane.

mundane.

                                                  don’t          you          forget                                                   what          i’ve            been                                                   —t    h    r    o    u    g    h—                                                   and      y e t,      i’m        still                                                   s    t    a    n    d    i    n    g

Rulers of 15th century Europe: 1484

Things you can always do:

In conclusion:

Oh one more thing:

                      Wow! First I wanna thank the academy, and second, I wanna give a shout out to grimisms for the picture and graphic. Anywho! I never thought I’d get to 200 (now 206) followers on this blog. One, due to lack of activity, and two, I’m still pretty new to the Kuroshitsuji RP fandom. Right here’s a small group of people who’ve made me feel very welcomed within the community. Without you guys, I wouldn’t have had as much fun as I’m having with Claude (despite struggling through drafts and working on headcanons). You guys have all been so supportive and some of you have given great feed back as to what I should avoid and what I’m doing decently. Again, please do note, this is my first time doing a follow forever and I may or may not have forgotten a few people here and there. 

                      Thank you so much and I hope to                        write with many more of you!

                      ♥ nazy

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         ▪ ▪ ▪ █ ▌; ’ノ Richard was delighted ( so terribly so ) upon hearing that            laugh of his ; to just be acknowledged. Whenever he tried to do so to his            mother, she would so often brush her skirts free of him and continue on            her way —— with Richard even so often tagging behind ( more desperate ).            But his father never did so ; his father was far too radiant, to kind, he had            a glow to him that made even the sun look dim in comparison & how the            boy loved his father so!            The boy stood before the other, small hands extending out to grip onto            hands and arms and whatever he could reach ; eager to possibly be            scooped up into familiar arms ( —— the view was much nicer up there! ).            ”You — you’re not mad?” He wasn’t! “Hello, father! Why aren’t you asleep?                                                            ——-  Can I spend time with you, please?”

       ( ♔. )          ;  It didn't take long for Richard to guess at the want & he was more than happy to oblige. Strong arms enveloped the younger York, tenderly lifting him as he himself rose, glad to be free of the cold ground. A series of soft cracks emitted from his back from the stretch, penetrating the silence before the father spoke with seemingly now - permanent smiling lips.                          ❝ No, I am not angered. ❞                                    His brows knitted together curiously as he leaned                                    his torso back  slightly in order to see the lad fully.                     ❝ & I believe I could ask the same of you, Richard. While I am glad indeed to see you, it is quite  LATE. Why are you not in bed ? or in your chambers, at the least ? ❞ The Duke's voice remained soft, patient ; he couldn't scold perhaps as fiercely as many would have thought he ought to when he himself was guilty of the same crimes ( which he hoped he had verbally step - sided far enough to avoid interrogation over ).                     What concerned him the most, however, was the fact that the littlest had gotten this far & not been stopped. Was his son simply that skilled in the craft of shadowing ? or did Richard need to inquire after those who should have been at watch in this ebony hours ?

« more than certain, good sir. why, i never would have believed it myself,            but then i saw it. i saw it, and then i touched it, and it was real.            yggdrasil is a marvel, so tall it looks like it may be brushing the moon,            and i am just sorry most people will never have the chance to see it. »

       ( ♔. )          ;   ❝ I have heard little of this wonder  ;                     to hear of its existence as  TRUTH, well           ❞                     The Duke thoughtfully leans forward, blond & silver locks                                      sliding across his  contemplative look until they             are brushed away with a flicker of evident annoyance.                           As a faithful follower of the great Church from afar,                           the York found such a notion difficult to believe,                      for he knew the roots of its tales  &  those who had                                                passed  them through the  y e a r s.                      ❝ Tell me : have you lodgings for the night ?                          I am eager to hear more of your story, if you would                          share it & it grows to darker hours as we speak. ❞              The father of Kings offers with a light smile,                    knowing well that his persuasive influence would convince                                         his sons to permit this most curious of guests.

"Is there… something you wish to  say?” A few lingering gazes, she  could feel each and everyone.  Sayuri felt it best to at least approach one of the gawkees. 

       ( ♔. )          ;   The English Duke clears his throat a little,                     looking her over with a  p a t i e n t  gaze with                                        guarded wonder. This land is so foreign to he,                     so vibrant in a way that severely differs from the stone &                     state affairs that dominate his world.                           ❝           pardon my staring.                                         I am simply  .  .                                                 ahh            overwhelmed. ❞                                         Richard shifts the weight on his leg, leaning                           into his cane at his side with a  PROUD  expression                                                turned nearly sheepish at his confession.