The Lovers reversed indicates that you are avoiding responsibility for the consequences of your own actions. You have made a rushed decision based purely on your desire for instant gratification and now you are trying to lay the blame on others or on fate. You must do what you can to make amends but if this is not possible, let the past go and resolve to make better choices in the future.
where’s my tea
Pass the tea!
I also think the chapter title could indicate the Wheel of Fortune, which involves Karma and Turning Points.
Ciel and Elizabeth are reincarnated over and over but in each life time they still struggle to happily be together. I’m feeling so melancholy lately.
Ciel eventually becomes immortal and finds Lizzie over and over, but loses her earlier each time.
Okay this is more depressing than my original thought *loud sobbing*
Or maybe sticking with the season 2 ending and as a demon he finds her every time but he decides not to get involved with her life because he doesn’t age and he can’t grow up with her so he just watches her life go by until the next life time.
The first time he sees her, it’s a shock.
“It’s not her,” he thinks. “It can’t be. She died decades ago.”
But then she looks up, and there’s no mistaking those big green eyes, looking at him in slight confusion. “Hey,” she says, “this is a strange question, but do I know you?”
He can’t find a way to answer her, other than, “How are you here?”
She laughs, and tells him she’s been studying to become a nurse. The conversation is quiet, and feels impossibly right.
Then World War 1 hits, and Lizzy Bennet disappears, going under a false identity into battle. She doesn’t return home.
He’s lost her twice now.
He’s going to lose her more.
The second time, he tries to stay away from her. If he can just stay away, he won’t lose her. It’s harder than expected though, as he watches her lose everything to the Depression, and be turned out of her house.
It’s only after her parents have died, though, that he can’t take her suffering anymore.
“Elizabeth Abrams.”
Defiant green eyes look up at him. “How do you know my name?”
He stops. “I… Can’t say. But please, let me help you.”
She doesn’t trust him for a long time, but the need for food and shelter forces her to give in, and slowly, she begins to open up. She’s a trusting soul, even after the hardships of her current life.
One night, after having dinner, she asks for a kiss. He can’t refuse her.
Two weeks later, there is a car crash, and Elizabeth Abrams dies.
The third time, she sees him first. He’s not sure how it happened, but one moment he’s reading, and the next, a girl is kissing him, before pulling away with a smirk. “My friends dared me to,” she says, blushing rosily.
He stares up at her. “Things sure have changed,” he mutters under his breath. Ten years ago, no woman would ever have just walked up and kissed a man, but now, in 1968, it seems almost commonplace.
“What was that?”
“Nothing at all. Just amazed that such a lovely girl saw fit to grace me with her lips,” he smiles. He tried to stay away last time, and that didn’t work out in his favor. This time, he’s at least going to attempt to be happy with her.
She giggles, and glances over her shoulder at her friends, who are watching intently. He waves, and they nearly shriek in excitement.
“Nice friends you’ve got,” he raises a brow.
“What can I say? You’re attractive, we’re single women.” She bites her lip, and he asks her to meet him at the pier.
It’s only two months of bliss before she’s diagnosed with leukemia, and exactly three months after their “first” meeting, Liz Walker dies in the hospital.
The fourth time he meets her, she’s dancing at a rock concert, and she literally falls into his arms. She looks up, and smiles. “Oh, it’s you,” she laughs. “Thanks for catching me.”
“You… know me?”
She looks him over. “I think so. A part of me definitely does.” Their eyes meet. “I know I want to.”
He smiles, trying hard not to show how her words shake him. “Do you use that line on every guy you crash into?”
“Why, is it working?” she smirks.
“Perhaps…”
“Then dance with me?” she extends a hand. For a second, he’s twelve again, and she’s arranged a ball just for the two of them, forcing him into that outfit, and attacking the mansion with bows and frills. Then he takes her hand, and the memory lifts, but the new moment is just as magical.
“I love you,” he tells her at the end of the night.
Her smile widens. “After one night?”
“After a hundred years of falling for you, time after time.”
“You sure know how to talk a girl up,” she pokes his chest, giggling. Then her smile grows softer. “Thanks though. You gave me the best night of my life.”
He watches her eyes, and he knows.
It’s 1982, and Lizbeth Monroe already knew she had a few weeks left to live when she met him.
The fifth time he meets her, she’s sitting alone under a tree, in the dark. Tears are streaming down her face, and he realizes that she’s summoned him.
Not him, the man, him, the demon.
“What happened, Elizabeth?”
She looks up at him, scared, but determined. “You know my name. Right. I want to make a contract.”
“What?”
“I want to make a contract.”
He can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Whatever you need, I’ll do it,” he tells her. “Please, don’t cry…” he reaches out to wipe her tears, and she jumps back.
“Don’t try anything, demon,” she whispers, her voice horse from crying. “Just save Aaron, and you can have my soul.”
“Aaron?”
“My brother was kidnapped. They want revenge on my parents. Save him, and you can have my soul.”
Ciel looks down. “I’m afraid it’s more complicated than that.”
“What?”
“I can save him, if that is your wish. But I will not take your soul, Lizzie.”
“Don’t you call me Lizzie,” she snaps. “Just save him, please!”
He bites his lip. “Alright. In exchange for a kiss.”
She nods. “Deal.” The mark burns her wrist.
After saving her brother, and killing those who took him, the demon will not leave her alone. He hasn’t collected yet, and he’s been doing everything she asks for a week.
At the end of the week, a lone survivor of the massacre shoots her.
“Ciel!” she screams, and he appears, ripping the man in half… but the damage is done.
“Elizabeth, hold on, please hold on!” he begs. “I haven’t collected yet, dying is a breach of contract. You can’t die. Not again.”
“C-ciel…” she whispers. “Kiss me.”
He’d be crying if he could, but at the moment, all he can do is obey his mistress as she takes her final breath.
It’s 1999, and Elizabeth St. Ryan is dead a week after contracting a demon.
The sixth time he sees her, she’s watching the sky.
She’s lying under a tree, hands behind her head, in a pink dress, looking almost like he remembers her, albeit with a skirt to her knees instead of the ground.
He sits beside her. “Hey.”
“Hi,” she says, not looking away from the sky. “I’ve been missing you.”
“Have you?”
“I just said so, didn’t I?”
She stretches out a hand, and he takes it, feeling the softness of her fingers. “Lady Elizabeth?”
She smiles slightly. “It’s just Lizzie.”
“I don’t want to lose you again,” he says quietly. “I want to keep you with me.”
She turns her face to him, and her eyes are shining. “I’ve been dreaming about you for the past year. If this is another dream…”
“I promise, it isn’t.”
“Ciel.”
“Yes?”
“How did you do it?”
He knows what she’s talking about. “A contract. Not mine, but another’s.”
“Could I do the same thing?”
He strokes her hair. “I don’t want you to.”
“It’s that or I die in a few days, right? Maybe tonight even.” She looks away. “It’s this or we lose each other over and over, forever.”
He looks down at the blue flower on his hand. She’s always been there, for as long as his memory goes. He doesn’t want to lose her. “Are you certain, Lady Elizabeth?”
“Yes.”
“Very well. I will make you like me. In return, I ask for your hand.”
“You don’t have to ask, Ciel,” she smiles. “I’ve been your fiancée for over a century. I’d be honored to be your wife.”
The seal appears in pale pink on her left eye, and at last, the two kiss, finally together in eternity.
It is 2016, and Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford-Phantomhive’s life has only just begun.
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