Utter coziness of warm hearth enclosed the two, who found their comfort in volumes of heartfelt poetry belonged to men of different origin, yet the very same approach towards fragility and force of human soul. The art of bending a versatile thought into a more familiar shape for human eyes with no less adroitness than nature breeds her perfectly designed creations — it was a priceless legacy of one of the most unhappy people on earth, the poets.

Ciel could sense their woe and their joy within every chosen word, feelings frozen in time encrypted on the paper, how nice it was to return to them time after time, live through each described moment of eternity. Tonight he did it along with Lizzy and surprisingly she was able to share his mild rapture about the written souls.

                ❝ I didn’t know you’ve read Paul Verlaine.
                           Have you read his “Clair de Lune" ? ❞