roses & bluebells ✿

the-lonely-butterfly:

Hm, where the hell is he…..he couldn’t have gone that far…

Alois stood in the backyard of the Phantomhive estate with a disappointed look gracing his features. He was looking forward in seeing Sebastian, but he was no where to be found inside of the drab mansion, so he found himself here. He placed a hand on his hip and walked around slowly, maybe if he called out for the butler he’d show up!

Alois sighed shaking his head in disbelief. He can’t believe he just thought of that. The earl continued to roam around the yard of the estate and came across a large garden, with different types of flowers sprouting out on every corner. Alois held his breath and walked through the rows of flowers slowly, a smile appearing on his lips. “It’s so beautiful here….it might even be more gorgeous than my garden..”

He leaned down to pick at a small rose and pulled it up, a smirk appearing. “He won’t mind if I do this…”

Today was a very rare and special day for Ciel Phantomhive. His afternoon schedule had been cancelled due to circumstances involving Elizabeth. Nothing terrible, in retrospect, but his fiancee begged him to have a ball once again, and without fail she got what she wanted. Keeping her happy was better than leaving her sad. So for now, he was free to do whatever he liked. Normally he’d read a book in the far end of his manor, away from all the preparations and people. But the garden seemed more peaceful. It’s been a while since he walked through it, glancing at every flower in bloom. The fragrance danced through the air with the wind, just enough to ease his constantly tensed muscles.

White roses came across his path, and he stopped to stare. They were one of the most beautiful flowers, in Ciel’s eyes. He knelt down before them, running a pallid finger across the achromatic petals. “A white rose resembles purity, and innocence,” he murmured, frowning at the irony. His favorite flower was the complete opposite of him in meaning. Maybe that’s why he was fond of it– though he’d never allow himself to let go of his hatred and corruption.

He picked the flower from the ground, ultimately killing it by ripping it from its roots. But there was a whole section of the roses - he didn’t think much of it. Standing upright, he glanced around the garden to see where to walk next. It was then he saw blonde head just over the hedge. Brow raised, he thought it could be Finny attending to his duties, though he was ordered to help decorate the manor. His steps increased in speed until he got around the hedge, where he saw Alois Trancy pulling a rose from the soil of his garden.

“Trancy,” he said, anger already in his tone. The last thing he needed was a problem. So much for peace and quiet. He stepped closer to the earl, the white rose being idly twirled in his hand. What right did Alois have to saunter around his manor? “What is your business here this time? Don’t you think it’s rude to rip someone else’s flowers from the ground?”