Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction ❯ Ciel's Music Box ❯ Closer ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Narakus Faithfull Servant 
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.07.2012 | Updated On: 02.18.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 341 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.07.2012 | Updated On: 02.18.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 341 | Status: Work In Progress
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Closer
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
Sebastian closed the door to his master’s bedroom. He checked his pocket watch and walked down the hall towards the main stairway. The days seemed to blend together. One minute it was time to raise The Earl for breakfast, another he was cleaning up after dinner. When had time ceased? When had it forgotten its grip on the demon?
It was a shame that nothing was going on for his Master. The Queen had no complaints this past week and no one had tried to kidnap Ciel. No one in his Funtom Company was acting out. Not even Lau or Lizzie had decided to pay them a visit.
To say that Sebastian was bored was an understatement. Ciel usually kept him entertained. Constantly kidnapped. Almost consumed in the river. Associates banging on the door. But nothing. Nothing this week. All he had to focus on was The Earl. And his heart. His comparably newborn heart. His one and only love muscle.
Oh how he wanted to pierce that young boy’s chest and peal off his pericardium. Fry it in the hot sun and devour its salty sweet essence. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He had to ensure the boys safety. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t toy with him for a while.
When Sebastian finally made it down the stairs he walked to the main door and locked it. Not that he was concerned with burglars or anything of the sort but he knew it gave the rest of the household peace of mind. Not that he cared. No. Not at all. But he knew it was his duty to ease his Master and if locking him in his house with a foul demon from Hell made him feel better, who was he to argue?
The butler walked back up the stairs and made his way back to Ciels bedroom. Would he start tonight? Would he begin The Earls endless torture before he woke for the next morn? Footsteps down the hall. Confident and steady. Yes, Sebastian was sure of it. Tonight would be the night.
Sebastian languidly opened the door to Ciels room. He knew the boy would be asleep, so there was no need for pleasantries. The black clad man stepped through the doorway and smiled at the child. He was laying flat on his back with his head lulled to one side. His one hand resting on his chest, the other on the bed beside him. Light snoring emanated from his small bird lips.
When he had concluded that Ciel was truly in a deep sleep, he closed the door and began the oh so small trek across the room. Stopping at the right side of the bed he leaned down and gazed at the sleeping child. What horrible dreams were plaguing the young Earl tonight? The lemon scent of his nervousness wafted up through the boy’s hair and Sebastian couldn’t help but inhale.
“Ah, Bocchan, you are so divine.”
He smiled and stepped back from Ciel as he noticed him stir.
“Se…Sebastian?” The child opened his eyes and sat up. Covers fell down to his hips. His hair tangled and unruly. Eyes heavy and full of sleep. “What are you doing here at this hour?”
“I thought to check on you due to the past night when you almost fell out of bed.”
Ciels eyes widened and he looked his butler up and down.
“This is quite unusual for you, Sebastian. You and I both know that you do not have to enter my bedroom to check on me. You know how I am at almost all times of the day while being in a completely different part of the house. Why come check on me in the middle of the night?” He glared at the demon.
“Perhaps you are making me too simple-hearted, young master. But it crossed my mind that I might like to be in your presence while you slept.” Electric shot through Ciel and he could hardly breathe.
What was he supposed to think? Here he had been almost moping around the house about Sebastian and how he didn’t care about him and yet…
He didn’t know what to say. He had been shocked into silence and he couldn’t even look his butler in the eyes.
And maybe that was a good thing. This way Ciel wouldn’t see the glowing demonic energy that Sebastian was almost encompassed in. His bright pink eyes. That fiendish smile. That black cloud that spread throughout the room.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Ciel woke up with a start and looked around the room. Had he been dreaming? Had Sebastian actually come to spend time with him last night?
“Good morning, Bocchan.” The drapes were pulled apart and secured in their rightful places.
The Earl rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stared at his butler. Had he stayed? Even when Ciel didn’t ask him to?
“A dream?” His voice trailed off as light entered the room and filled every crevice. Sebastian smiled and walked over to the side of the bed just as last night.
“No, not a dream.” He tilted Ciels chin up with his finger and leaned down. Their lips a hairs breath away. So close. So close he could smell the sweat from last night on the boy. So close Ciel could smell Sebastian’s cedar wood and lily scent. “Last night I came to see you to make sure you were not having a night fit and I stayed with you throughout, even now while the dawn breaks.”
Ciels eyes searched Sebastians for lies. A break in his voice. A tick in the way his body lay. Nothing. He couldn’t tell. And this would be his undoing. How could he compete with a being from Hell? Someone born into lies. Bathed in secrets and melted into deceit.
Sebastians breath passed over the boys lips. Lingered on his skin. The cinnamon odor tickled his senses and he almost wished he could lean up and kiss him. Surely this feeling was absurd. Surely. But he couldn’t help it. He could just shift. Just an inch forward. And… just… just…
The butler straightened himself out and pardoned himself to fetch a cup of tea for Ciel.
Ciel clenched his bed sheets. He couldn’t understand what possessed him to almost kiss his demon. He had accidentally seen his parents kissing once before but he was much too shy to do something like that. Though… he had indeed just tried.
He was not ignorant by any means. He knew what went on in the bedroom when adults were to be left alone. He knew where children came from and had a fairly good idea how they were made. He was not permitted to kiss Lizzie as that was quite improper of a man and woman to do before they were wed. She was also not allowed to be alone with Ciel in his bedroom unless accompanied by another female, usually Paula.
Not that he wanted to kiss Lizzie in the first place. Or that he didn’t want to. But there was no desire except for him to protect her. His cousin was an attractive person and there were no qualms about marrying a relative of that type. At least not yet. But he was cursed. When he finished obtaining his revenge he would give his soul to Sebastian.
How could he marry Lizzie when he knew he would just make her a widower? He saw how she reacted with his Aunt and he had no wish to be responsible for her sadness when he succumbed to the demons hunger.
This was how it should be. Lizzie would not wed Ciel. And he would give his soul to Hell in return for getting his revenge. Lizzie would not have to mourn Ciel the way a married woman would and Ciel wouldn’t have to worry about it on the night of his death.
“Young Master, is there something on your mind?” When had Sebastian entered the room? How long had he been there? Obviously long enough to wheel the cart in and prepare tea.
He handed Ciel the tea cup and waited for an answer. But there was nothing. No reprimands, no sarcastic tone. Nothing. Perhaps he had gone too far pushing the boy? He hadn’t done much. Just showed up for the night. Just stayed by his side. Just pushed his fears to the side. Surely the boy wasn’t so lost in his love-lust that it would break him overnight?
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
Ciel wandered the streets with Sebastian quietly carrying boxes and bags behind him. The manor had become too stuffy. Too cramped. Too suffocating. And he had decided to go shopping. There wasn’t much he couldn’t afford and he wasn’t one to spend needlessly but today he just needed to get out. To feel the fresh air on his skin. To hear the busy bustle of the town. To listen to their quiet chatter as he passed by shop after shop after shop.
The Earl made a left and gently pushed open one of the tall doors to a small shop.
“Ah! Earl Phantomhive! What brings you here this quiet afternoon?”
Ciel nodded to the man and stepped up toward the counter.
“I wish to purchase one of these.” The boy pointed to one of the boxes of chocolates in the glass case. One of the most expensive treats. One of the most sought after. One of the most delicious.
The large burley man laughed and bent over to pull out the box, his stubby fingers almost completely encasing the item. His large blonde beard hung down to his belly button and his almost completely bald head seemed to shine.
“Of course! Anything for my best customer. If I may, how are things at home?”
Ciel glanced over at Sebastian and back to Mr. Bullen.
“Nothing ever changes.” As soon as The shop owner set the wrapped box on the table, The Earl gently picked it up and began to walk out of the shop. Sebastian placed a large sack on the counter and thanked the man as he went to follow his master.
As the butler caught up to Ciel he bent to the left when the boy tossed the package back at the demon. It landed on the top of the stack perfectly and Sebastian didn’t miss a step as he continued with The Earl.
They rounded one of the corners and made their way back to the carriage. Sebastian packed the large assortment of gifts and made his way inside with Ciel after telling the driver where to go.
‘How uneventful. What was the point in all of this running around?’ Sebastian glanced out the window as he mulled over his thoughts.
The truth was that there was no real point. Ciel just desperately needed to get out of the house. He didn’t need to explain himself to his servant. No. Not at all. Never. The boy couldn’t wait to get home. Not that he was excited to open his gifts. Of course not! But he was looking forward to replacing some older things in the house that no longer tickled his fancy.
And. Most of all. He was looking forward to having a snack before bed. The new chocolates he had bought were his most favourite. It was just a small shop. Nothing fancy. Nothing odd. No one would ever suspect The Earl to shop there, being that it wasn’t a very popular or high up store, but it was one of his favourites.
Ciel opened the door to his mansion and made his way to the study. The place he had been spending the most of his time lately. The carriage ride had gone by so fast. It was as if pieces of the day were suddenly vanishing. He knew that Sebastian would take care of the new items that were bought and that everything would go smoothly for a little while.
Ciel ran his fingers over the door knob to his study. He really didn’t feel like sitting around. He was a little tired from his shopping trip but he truly had no desire to be alone in a room with his butler. Not that he thought Sebastian would try something. No. Never. Sebastian was a good butler and good butlers never manipulated their Masters. But his mind just wouldn’t stop wandering.
Legs entwined beneath silk sheets. Hair clinging to sweat laden foreheads. Claws digging into the others back. The headboard banging and clanging right into the wall. A tea set knocked over and abandoned.
“Tch” Ciel shook his head and finally made his way into his study.
I want to fuck you like an animal
The Earl couldn’t keep his mind clear of Sebastian. His white gloved hands fondling the table cloth.
I want to feel you from the inside
The way he tried his best to not mock the earl when he was being carried in his steel arms.
I want to fuck you like an animal
How the butler smiled while when he knew something The Earl didn’t. Those white teeth. Those pink eyes.
My whole existence is flawed
The way his hair fell into place when he was teaching Ciel how to dance. How he pressed his glasses above the bridge of his nose.
You get me closer to god
He wished for nothing more than Sebastian.
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
Through everything that they had been through, Ciel couldn’t help but want the demon. Every last order, every command followed perfectly. Forest, City, or Church, there was no place the butler wouldn’t take him.
Above and beyond, Sebastian wanted nothing more than to age Ciels soul and the only way to do that was to help him achieve his revenge. The ultimate flavor. Trees would crack beneath his knuckles before he would ever allow The Earl to die without stealing his essence first.
Within The Earl there was something so special that it would pit two demons against each other. “My my, young master.” Sebastian would say “How do you always manage to get yourself into these situations?”
Stomach taught and empty, Ciel couldn’t wait until dinner time. Scraping the last bit of strength he had, he forced himself to not call Sebastian for a snack. Off in the manor, the demon smiled as he listened to the sound of The Earls stomach rumbling.
“My my, young master.”
Knees hidden under the desk as he filed papers, the young boy huffed.
“I hardly think it polite to ignore your master’s needs.” Drinking a cup of tea that Sebastian had left there, he thought out loud.
The butler continued to smile off in the left wing of the mansion as he dusted a bird sculpture.
Honey sweet words whispered in the dead of night. Inside of Ciels study, the boy shook his head trying to shake away the images.
“Your dinner is ready”
Hive-like goose bumps fluttered over his skin and he glanced up at his butler. He stood from his spot behind the desk and began to make his way towards the dining room. There was no escaping his butler. The demon that haunted his dreams. Plagued his room. Stained his heart. Coated his skin.
He knew he couldn’t live with him any longer. But he also knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he wouldn’t be able to live if he were to leave.
‘You are the reason I stay alive.’
Ciel mulled over his thoughts as he sat down at the head of the dinner table. A beautiful plate of food filled with rich colours and deep aromas was set before him. He half heartedly listened to the butler as he was told what was for dinner. The young boy glanced out the window and wondered what lay ahead of him.
Fun Fact: In addition to the ever popular afternoon tea, Victorian families enjoyed gathering together for games in the evenings. Many Victorian games were active and silly, and have since been resigned to only being played by young children. A whole range of 19th century games, in fact, consisted of trying not to laugh. For example, "Poor Pussy" involved one proper Victorian guest having to crawl on all fours amongst the seated company, meowing piteously, and crouching in front of someone who had to respond, "Poor Pussy!" with an absolutely straight face. If either Pussy or the speaker so much as smiled, the latter became the new pussy. If both maintained their composure, Poor Pussy was Poor Pussy indeed, condemned to crawl toward another human in hopes of being relieved of his task.
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Closer
You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you
Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me the only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself
Sebastian closed the door to his master’s bedroom. He checked his pocket watch and walked down the hall towards the main stairway. The days seemed to blend together. One minute it was time to raise The Earl for breakfast, another he was cleaning up after dinner. When had time ceased? When had it forgotten its grip on the demon?
It was a shame that nothing was going on for his Master. The Queen had no complaints this past week and no one had tried to kidnap Ciel. No one in his Funtom Company was acting out. Not even Lau or Lizzie had decided to pay them a visit.
To say that Sebastian was bored was an understatement. Ciel usually kept him entertained. Constantly kidnapped. Almost consumed in the river. Associates banging on the door. But nothing. Nothing this week. All he had to focus on was The Earl. And his heart. His comparably newborn heart. His one and only love muscle.
Oh how he wanted to pierce that young boy’s chest and peal off his pericardium. Fry it in the hot sun and devour its salty sweet essence. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He had to ensure the boys safety. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t toy with him for a while.
When Sebastian finally made it down the stairs he walked to the main door and locked it. Not that he was concerned with burglars or anything of the sort but he knew it gave the rest of the household peace of mind. Not that he cared. No. Not at all. But he knew it was his duty to ease his Master and if locking him in his house with a foul demon from Hell made him feel better, who was he to argue?
The butler walked back up the stairs and made his way back to Ciels bedroom. Would he start tonight? Would he begin The Earls endless torture before he woke for the next morn? Footsteps down the hall. Confident and steady. Yes, Sebastian was sure of it. Tonight would be the night.
Sebastian languidly opened the door to Ciels room. He knew the boy would be asleep, so there was no need for pleasantries. The black clad man stepped through the doorway and smiled at the child. He was laying flat on his back with his head lulled to one side. His one hand resting on his chest, the other on the bed beside him. Light snoring emanated from his small bird lips.
When he had concluded that Ciel was truly in a deep sleep, he closed the door and began the oh so small trek across the room. Stopping at the right side of the bed he leaned down and gazed at the sleeping child. What horrible dreams were plaguing the young Earl tonight? The lemon scent of his nervousness wafted up through the boy’s hair and Sebastian couldn’t help but inhale.
“Ah, Bocchan, you are so divine.”
He smiled and stepped back from Ciel as he noticed him stir.
“Se…Sebastian?” The child opened his eyes and sat up. Covers fell down to his hips. His hair tangled and unruly. Eyes heavy and full of sleep. “What are you doing here at this hour?”
“I thought to check on you due to the past night when you almost fell out of bed.”
Ciels eyes widened and he looked his butler up and down.
“This is quite unusual for you, Sebastian. You and I both know that you do not have to enter my bedroom to check on me. You know how I am at almost all times of the day while being in a completely different part of the house. Why come check on me in the middle of the night?” He glared at the demon.
“Perhaps you are making me too simple-hearted, young master. But it crossed my mind that I might like to be in your presence while you slept.” Electric shot through Ciel and he could hardly breathe.
What was he supposed to think? Here he had been almost moping around the house about Sebastian and how he didn’t care about him and yet…
He didn’t know what to say. He had been shocked into silence and he couldn’t even look his butler in the eyes.
And maybe that was a good thing. This way Ciel wouldn’t see the glowing demonic energy that Sebastian was almost encompassed in. His bright pink eyes. That fiendish smile. That black cloud that spread throughout the room.
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
Ciel woke up with a start and looked around the room. Had he been dreaming? Had Sebastian actually come to spend time with him last night?
“Good morning, Bocchan.” The drapes were pulled apart and secured in their rightful places.
The Earl rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stared at his butler. Had he stayed? Even when Ciel didn’t ask him to?
“A dream?” His voice trailed off as light entered the room and filled every crevice. Sebastian smiled and walked over to the side of the bed just as last night.
“No, not a dream.” He tilted Ciels chin up with his finger and leaned down. Their lips a hairs breath away. So close. So close he could smell the sweat from last night on the boy. So close Ciel could smell Sebastian’s cedar wood and lily scent. “Last night I came to see you to make sure you were not having a night fit and I stayed with you throughout, even now while the dawn breaks.”
Ciels eyes searched Sebastians for lies. A break in his voice. A tick in the way his body lay. Nothing. He couldn’t tell. And this would be his undoing. How could he compete with a being from Hell? Someone born into lies. Bathed in secrets and melted into deceit.
Sebastians breath passed over the boys lips. Lingered on his skin. The cinnamon odor tickled his senses and he almost wished he could lean up and kiss him. Surely this feeling was absurd. Surely. But he couldn’t help it. He could just shift. Just an inch forward. And… just… just…
The butler straightened himself out and pardoned himself to fetch a cup of tea for Ciel.
Ciel clenched his bed sheets. He couldn’t understand what possessed him to almost kiss his demon. He had accidentally seen his parents kissing once before but he was much too shy to do something like that. Though… he had indeed just tried.
He was not ignorant by any means. He knew what went on in the bedroom when adults were to be left alone. He knew where children came from and had a fairly good idea how they were made. He was not permitted to kiss Lizzie as that was quite improper of a man and woman to do before they were wed. She was also not allowed to be alone with Ciel in his bedroom unless accompanied by another female, usually Paula.
Not that he wanted to kiss Lizzie in the first place. Or that he didn’t want to. But there was no desire except for him to protect her. His cousin was an attractive person and there were no qualms about marrying a relative of that type. At least not yet. But he was cursed. When he finished obtaining his revenge he would give his soul to Sebastian.
How could he marry Lizzie when he knew he would just make her a widower? He saw how she reacted with his Aunt and he had no wish to be responsible for her sadness when he succumbed to the demons hunger.
This was how it should be. Lizzie would not wed Ciel. And he would give his soul to Hell in return for getting his revenge. Lizzie would not have to mourn Ciel the way a married woman would and Ciel wouldn’t have to worry about it on the night of his death.
“Young Master, is there something on your mind?” When had Sebastian entered the room? How long had he been there? Obviously long enough to wheel the cart in and prepare tea.
He handed Ciel the tea cup and waited for an answer. But there was nothing. No reprimands, no sarcastic tone. Nothing. Perhaps he had gone too far pushing the boy? He hadn’t done much. Just showed up for the night. Just stayed by his side. Just pushed his fears to the side. Surely the boy wasn’t so lost in his love-lust that it would break him overnight?
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else
Ciel wandered the streets with Sebastian quietly carrying boxes and bags behind him. The manor had become too stuffy. Too cramped. Too suffocating. And he had decided to go shopping. There wasn’t much he couldn’t afford and he wasn’t one to spend needlessly but today he just needed to get out. To feel the fresh air on his skin. To hear the busy bustle of the town. To listen to their quiet chatter as he passed by shop after shop after shop.
The Earl made a left and gently pushed open one of the tall doors to a small shop.
“Ah! Earl Phantomhive! What brings you here this quiet afternoon?”
Ciel nodded to the man and stepped up toward the counter.
“I wish to purchase one of these.” The boy pointed to one of the boxes of chocolates in the glass case. One of the most expensive treats. One of the most sought after. One of the most delicious.
The large burley man laughed and bent over to pull out the box, his stubby fingers almost completely encasing the item. His large blonde beard hung down to his belly button and his almost completely bald head seemed to shine.
“Of course! Anything for my best customer. If I may, how are things at home?”
Ciel glanced over at Sebastian and back to Mr. Bullen.
“Nothing ever changes.” As soon as The shop owner set the wrapped box on the table, The Earl gently picked it up and began to walk out of the shop. Sebastian placed a large sack on the counter and thanked the man as he went to follow his master.
As the butler caught up to Ciel he bent to the left when the boy tossed the package back at the demon. It landed on the top of the stack perfectly and Sebastian didn’t miss a step as he continued with The Earl.
They rounded one of the corners and made their way back to the carriage. Sebastian packed the large assortment of gifts and made his way inside with Ciel after telling the driver where to go.
‘How uneventful. What was the point in all of this running around?’ Sebastian glanced out the window as he mulled over his thoughts.
The truth was that there was no real point. Ciel just desperately needed to get out of the house. He didn’t need to explain himself to his servant. No. Not at all. Never. The boy couldn’t wait to get home. Not that he was excited to open his gifts. Of course not! But he was looking forward to replacing some older things in the house that no longer tickled his fancy.
And. Most of all. He was looking forward to having a snack before bed. The new chocolates he had bought were his most favourite. It was just a small shop. Nothing fancy. Nothing odd. No one would ever suspect The Earl to shop there, being that it wasn’t a very popular or high up store, but it was one of his favourites.
Ciel opened the door to his mansion and made his way to the study. The place he had been spending the most of his time lately. The carriage ride had gone by so fast. It was as if pieces of the day were suddenly vanishing. He knew that Sebastian would take care of the new items that were bought and that everything would go smoothly for a little while.
Ciel ran his fingers over the door knob to his study. He really didn’t feel like sitting around. He was a little tired from his shopping trip but he truly had no desire to be alone in a room with his butler. Not that he thought Sebastian would try something. No. Never. Sebastian was a good butler and good butlers never manipulated their Masters. But his mind just wouldn’t stop wandering.
Legs entwined beneath silk sheets. Hair clinging to sweat laden foreheads. Claws digging into the others back. The headboard banging and clanging right into the wall. A tea set knocked over and abandoned.
“Tch” Ciel shook his head and finally made his way into his study.
I want to fuck you like an animal
The Earl couldn’t keep his mind clear of Sebastian. His white gloved hands fondling the table cloth.
I want to feel you from the inside
The way he tried his best to not mock the earl when he was being carried in his steel arms.
I want to fuck you like an animal
How the butler smiled while when he knew something The Earl didn’t. Those white teeth. Those pink eyes.
My whole existence is flawed
The way his hair fell into place when he was teaching Ciel how to dance. How he pressed his glasses above the bridge of his nose.
You get me closer to god
He wished for nothing more than Sebastian.
Through every forest, above the trees
Within my stomach, scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive
Through everything that they had been through, Ciel couldn’t help but want the demon. Every last order, every command followed perfectly. Forest, City, or Church, there was no place the butler wouldn’t take him.
Above and beyond, Sebastian wanted nothing more than to age Ciels soul and the only way to do that was to help him achieve his revenge. The ultimate flavor. Trees would crack beneath his knuckles before he would ever allow The Earl to die without stealing his essence first.
Within The Earl there was something so special that it would pit two demons against each other. “My my, young master.” Sebastian would say “How do you always manage to get yourself into these situations?”
Stomach taught and empty, Ciel couldn’t wait until dinner time. Scraping the last bit of strength he had, he forced himself to not call Sebastian for a snack. Off in the manor, the demon smiled as he listened to the sound of The Earls stomach rumbling.
“My my, young master.”
Knees hidden under the desk as he filed papers, the young boy huffed.
“I hardly think it polite to ignore your master’s needs.” Drinking a cup of tea that Sebastian had left there, he thought out loud.
The butler continued to smile off in the left wing of the mansion as he dusted a bird sculpture.
Honey sweet words whispered in the dead of night. Inside of Ciels study, the boy shook his head trying to shake away the images.
“Your dinner is ready”
Hive-like goose bumps fluttered over his skin and he glanced up at his butler. He stood from his spot behind the desk and began to make his way towards the dining room. There was no escaping his butler. The demon that haunted his dreams. Plagued his room. Stained his heart. Coated his skin.
He knew he couldn’t live with him any longer. But he also knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he wouldn’t be able to live if he were to leave.
‘You are the reason I stay alive.’
Ciel mulled over his thoughts as he sat down at the head of the dinner table. A beautiful plate of food filled with rich colours and deep aromas was set before him. He half heartedly listened to the butler as he was told what was for dinner. The young boy glanced out the window and wondered what lay ahead of him.
Fun Fact: In addition to the ever popular afternoon tea, Victorian families enjoyed gathering together for games in the evenings. Many Victorian games were active and silly, and have since been resigned to only being played by young children. A whole range of 19th century games, in fact, consisted of trying not to laugh. For example, "Poor Pussy" involved one proper Victorian guest having to crawl on all fours amongst the seated company, meowing piteously, and crouching in front of someone who had to respond, "Poor Pussy!" with an absolutely straight face. If either Pussy or the speaker so much as smiled, the latter became the new pussy. If both maintained their composure, Poor Pussy was Poor Pussy indeed, condemned to crawl toward another human in hopes of being relieved of his task.
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