’ Neither white flowers or plain clothes suit you,
what suits you is the red of passion
the colour of liquorice burning the landscape, Aunt Anne.
Rest well, Madam Red.’
- Ciel Phantomhive
’ Neither white flowers or plain clothes suit you,
what suits you is the red of passion
the colour of liquorice burning the landscape, Aunt Anne.
Rest well, Madam Red.’
- Ciel Phantomhive