Sep 20, 2009 22:28
[No one will recognize the voices. No one beyond perhaps, Sebastian. The voice of a devious angel in passing, the hard voice of an uncaring innkeeper.
And the very familiar, demanding voice of Ciel. Demanding, that he have a room. That that man should know who he is, and he can charge it to London instead of Paris. Nothing works, and a door slams.
The PCD staggers a little, Ciel rolling over. He's in bed, actually. Asleep; and the TV next to his bed is playing. He's on the screen, running through the streets. It's dark, and Sebastian is no where in sight. Eventually, the video!Ciel finds himself in an alley, sliding to the ground, hugging his knees. It's cold.
There's a cat; and Ciel hates cats. But.. he holds out his hand, trying to beckon the feline closer, calling for it, telling him not too run away as well. When the cat is close enough, he grabs it by the scruff, and hauls it onto his chest. It almost looks like he's trying to gain warmth from the animal... And it's a wonder his eyes weren't scratched out.
Sure enough, the PCD moves again, just as it times out, the real CIel's voice is heard in a simple gasp.]
get it off,
i'm not weak,
hate cats,
turn it off,
not supposed to be known,
oh god what is this,
sebastian is missing again