will you walk into my parlour?

month

July 2011

41 posts

From the Ice Inside your Soul ☪: A Mad Tea Party →

d6th: I. Quite Contrary “Show me your scars,” Alois often asked, no less than twice an hour while his playmate was held captive under their agreement. Each time, Ciel would grind his teeth to keep himself from wrapping his hands around the blonde’s throat and squeezing until those devious… Okay hold on I have to take a moment to squee about this. This is my first Kuroshitsuji fic! I...