xpreciouslittleprincessx:

Her eyes couldn’t have possibly gotten wider. Her heart just about stopped beating. Her playful, purring nature…silenced in a flash yet again. What a perceptive young child….

She closed her eyes and her smiles soon became bitter once more. Was she truly that easy to read to him? Or was her vague answer simply not vague enough?

“….I’ve lost many. Yes. But only one special boy stuck out…” she paused, trying to instill strength in herself again. “He was only 8 months old…” her velvety voice held such a fragile tone suddenly. But after one deep breath, the older woman was able to find resolve and control once more. 

Her eyes flew open again, though not as dramatically as before. Her lips up turned into a smile once more. Though unusual, she knew she’d get some questions.

“You’re very perceptive. For someone of your age…but I shouldn’t be so surprised. Yes my dear. I’m not quite human. My father was a supernatural being, a man who loved a human woman. He bore me. But ran off soon after… and so she brought a new man in. They bore many children, lucky as they were. Soon I was swept up in siblings that poked fun at me, a man who’d rather skin me alive, and a broken mother. I fled the scene as soon as I was fed up with it all.” She blinked as she’d finished. It was abnormal of her to be so bitter..especially around children. She frowned soon after.

“…Of course, it isn’t as though I don’t still think about them. I certainly don’t blame them.” She caught one of her own curls on her finger, twirling it around her digit in thought. “As you can plainly tell…I’m not worth much in this world.” She smiled once more, tilting her head his way. 

“…I wonder then, if you can read me so well…why ever do you allow me to stay? By now, you must know why I’ve been skulking your residence?” After all, that damned Butler of his, powerful and strange to her, should have alerted the Earl. And if not, she mused, he was not a very good butler. But by now…

A small shrug of her shoulders as she picked herself up off the ground, robe in hand and bowing once more. 

“If you wish, I can make my leave.” But her smile still stayed strong.

After all, there was nothing here but a reminder of something long since lost. And she unfortunately would not simply be able to steal a young boy and force him to be her own son. Such a thought…had never crossed her young naive mind. This feline was more interested in the life style. The glamour. That the boy lived. And she had gotten a nice glimpse. A taste. However brief, she could cherish it. Maybe then, those nightmares could cease, if she thought her life could one day be as beautiful as his. That she should ever be so lucky.

The bluenette watched her expression change, which told him all he needed to know. To lose a child was considered the worst luck, and Ciel assumed that the kid was lost in the womb. It made him think back to his aunt - or ‘Madame Red’. She tried to kill him just because he was alive and her child wasn’t. She screamed something along the lines of 'you shouldn’t be alive’ with a weapon pointed toward him. A memory that would scar his thoughts until his soul is taken away. 

Her continued explanation told him that the child had actually made it into the world, and was not stillborn or something along the lines of it. Such a tragedy, as it seemed she lost so much more than her family. Though it wasn’t Ciel’s responsibility to console or care much for the catwoman, so instead of a considerate reply, he conjured up a rude remark. “Are you sure you can trust me enough to tell me that much?” he quirked a brow, staring straight at her.

“As inhuman as you are, you’re just as foolish,” he told her, though he thought about her words. He didn’t force her to leave because she didn’t do anything malicious and he could tell she wouldn’t try as long as his servants were around. Though that was common with every guest. Her reasoning for being here? Maybe it was the beauty of the manor, or the lifestyle of an earl - he assumed she was homeless, walking through any hall that greeted her.

“You’re welcome to try and take from me. A battle between you and my servant would be amusing.” Harsh and unforgiving, with a tone to match. Even a smile, a gesture meant to show happiness, was tainted with hatred and coldness. Everyone had a past that corrupted their future. But who would expect that fate could be so cruel to a child?