By the time Patton opened his eyes, he found himself on the couch of his empty living room. He sat up and looked around, initially thinking that he woke up from a dream. He doubted, he snuck out of the house to clear his head, neglecting his cat, Sweater, tripped down a hill and fell, until he found himself cold and bleeding from his head, while lying on top of a pile of freshly-fallen orange leaves; he thought it was all a dream. He walked over to the living room window to get a better idea of the time of night. However, when he looked out the window, he noticed that tons of stars and other lights surrounded the building, but the ground was absent. He didn't know what was going on, so he didn't know how exactly to react.
There were times when Roman hated how stubborn he could be and recently was one of them. He thought it would be a good idea to ride a dune buggy over newly-manifested sand hills in the Imagination and go a bit crazy.
When Louisa arrived at breakfast the following morning, Ciel looked troubled. She worried that he had heard them the night before; she wasn’t ready for another round of disapproval from him. She had taken great care to choose a dress that hid the remaining marks on her wrists and neck. She had also chosen one that she could wear without a corset, a point that was not lost on Sebastian judging by the way he raised his eyebrow when he saw her. The look in his eyes told her she was in trouble, and that round of disapproval she was looking forward to. However, first, she needed to discover what was troubling her cousin.
Sebastian rested next to Louisa; while he didn’t need sleep, he enjoyed her closeness and the calm he felt when he was next to her. His eyes moved from watching the rise and fall of her chest to the ugly mark that adorned the back of her neck. He wanted so much to be able to remove it, to set her free from the last physical reminder of her time at the Order. Her scars from years of beatings were fading as her strength returned and her demon self grew stronger. Even the scars from her escape were less visible now. But even with the seal broken, the tattoo remained.
Patton didn't mind showing some skin every once in a while. He didn't mind showing off his body to Roman whenever he knew the Prince would enjoy it. Heck, he's okay with modeling his tank top from the online store for laughs and was open to Virgil's idea of turning it into a crop top so the father figure could be more like Winnie the Pooh. He was fine with all of those thoughts and possibilities, but he just didn't like seeing his stretch marks.
Sebastian watched as the ashes that had once been Sowton swirled in the air before settling across the floor. He swelled with pride and desire for his demonic beauty; she had exceeded even his wildest expectations. Her father’s power flowed through every ounce of her being, and she had harnessed it perfectly.
Sowton was still fawning over Louisa’s every word when Ciel appeared at the parlour door.
Desmond was odd, according to the other kids his age. He had no idea why the other kids didn't want to play with him or color with him. Did the other kids not like snakes as much as him? He wasn't exactly certain, so he just talked to his snake drawings and the stuffed snake he carried around with him like they're actual friends of his whenever it was time for everyone to play. The other kids even found it slightly off-putting when he would wrap the stuffed snake around his shoulders. He didn't see what was wrong with it since he liked to imagine it was his snake giving him a hug.
Louisa spent the afternoon with Mey-Rin trying to tame her unruly mane. The process was slowed by Mey-Rin’s tendency to shake whenever she saw the tattoo on Louisa’s neck.
Training was postponed given the excitement earlier in the day, and the rest of the day continued without incident. Ciel retired soon after dinner, and Louisa followed suit. As she went to her room, she met Mey-Rin on the stairs. The change in Mey-Rin immediately told Louisa that word had spread through the house as to her real identity.
Logan knocked on the door to Roman's room.
I set out to write the most wild Killing Eve fanfiction possible... Content warning: this story contains a little violence, and some implied dubious consent (involving a polyjuice potion). Rated Teen/Mature (but if you watch Killing Eve, this fic is plenty appropriate in my opinion). Without any further ado, here she is.