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CielXReader Chapter 4The day progressed like any other normal day in the Phantomhive manor . . . well almost.
I was dusting the bookcases in the library with Mey Rin. Ciel was reading a few books now that he had time, and as always, Sebastian was hovering over him with a plate of tea and cakes.
"Master" Mey Rin called, breaking the still silence.
"What is it Mey Rin." The boy mumbled.
"I believe Halloween is next week, is it not?"
"What does it matter to you, you always get holiday pay."
"Well I was just thinking, we never do anything fun around here. I thought that maybe we could hold a party."
"But young master-"
"No Mey Rin"
"-_______ might enjoy it"
"Don't you drag me into this!"
"Yes, keep her out!"
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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