Novel & Cerita Ciel Phantomhive Cosplay

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Hakeem says as he waves them into the room. In step two witches, the reek of incense permeating the air around them and I have to try hard not to wrinkle my nose. I can tell immediately who Citra’s sister is and she did describe her well. Celeste is wearing a soft pink dress and blazer combo with white heels and a matching pearl, earring, necklace set. Her honey blonde hair is pulled back into a chignon at the nape of her neck and her make-up is expertly applied, though slathered on her face. It hides her naturally sun kissed complexion under a spackle of paler foundation. Her wider nose and almond shaped, pale blue eyes should give her a welcoming expression, but her full lips are turn

Raven replied to my failed attempts. The image sharpen and cleared until a crystal clear view of Celeste was all I could see… She looked just as beautiful and ethereal as she did the last time I saw her in the vortex. Celeste was standing in front of a mirror dressed in a long delicate lilac colored gown. The dress flowed lightly and gracefully around her, it looked too big but very elegant. Half of her long hair was pinned back and the remaining draped down her back in long thick waves.

[Cara] My nerves up wracking my entire system while I stare at the woman in my reflection. I was dressed in a stunning ruby-colored gown that was encrusted with tiny diamond beads and glittered with even the slightest movement. The gown does not cover the tops of my shoulders anywhere else, but it does do so on the sides and it flows down into a delicate plunging neckline. This creates the illusion of a narrower space, which shows off the ruby piece that is attached to my belly button. It is a close fit, with only two plaits covering my breasts; however, this is accomplished without making the garment appear awkward or suggestive in any way.

"We’re going to make a high collar, with lace. And long sleeves. Like a princess." ​"Like a Luna," Cecilia corrected. She looked at me, her expression turning solemn. "Like you." ​I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Better than me. I only wear leather these days." ​"I like the leather," Cecilia said, reaching out to touch the rivets on my tunic. "It makes you look strong. Like nothing can hurt you." ​She leaned in closer, dropping her voice. "Did you see Riel? Is he okay?"

It made it difficult to prepare my last surprise of the weekend for him. I had spent a lot of time on my outfit, given that I only intended to wear it for an audience of one person. He would be thankful that his loving sister was so good at cosplay later tonight. I allowed myself to think of his face when he came home and saw me, dressed like Jill Valentine. His very favorite character from his very favorite video game, with very removable clothing, matching lingerie, and a willingness to role-play any way he wanted. It was the best gift I could think of. I hoped that he would like it.

Just for today. “That’s not a bad idea, Ceci,” my wolf hummed on my head. “Let’s join our cute human friend even just for tonight.” With the plan of coming home early, I nodded at Mina. “Of course. But you know me, I don’t have any party clothes. Can I wear shirts and pants?” “Let me solve that problem of yours, Ceci!” She grinned. And true to her promise, Mina made an art out of me. Standing a couple of feet from her mirror, I’m more than shocked while looking at my reflection. I almost didn’t recognize myself!

Touching it means instant, murderous rage. To anyone else, Kael wasn’t a ‘man.’ He was a walking shadow, a hole in reality. He flickered in and out of existence, sucking in all light and sound around him. That ‘glowing crack’ wasn’t a decoration. It was a raw, open wound on his very soul. It pulsed with pure, concentrated hatred—enough to kill a god. And now, because a human touched it, that hatred was about to explode. "Whoa," I breathed. "This cosplay is insane."

'A level three paragon! Meanwhile, people were starting to exit from the other slit. It was also a group of three from the Marvair Sect. Cecily led the way and she was followed by two young ladies. One of them was wearing a plain color dress and had a headband. She did not put any makeup on but that was fine because she had a very beautiful face and fair skin. Makeup would only spoil her beauty. Judging from the power she was emitting, she could be a level three paragon.

Finally, two long braids hang down my miraculously larger boobs and end just past my waist. Overall, the outfit gives the impression of being too large and, enhanced by the long skirt, convent-schoolgirl style. My demeanor though is mature and smoky: cat-eye makeup, retained orange irises, pink blush and sheer pink gloss. Neither Sol nor I were into cosplay when I was still breathing but it would seem that right now I’m roleplaying exclusively for the camera of Death’s eyes.