[Acc. Video // 026] [Forward-Dated to Midnight]
[Ciel's pacing. His room is.. sort of half 'Lizzie-fied', the other haphazardly cleaned up. It's not really well done. Just a mess. But Ciel's sitting at the table, drowning in his nightgown that's buttoned one-off, sunk low in his chair..
He's drooped over the desk there, two hands around a hot mug of peppermint tea and there's a small ticking clock in front of him. Even when the clock strikes midnight, he doesn't blink. He's not asleep, but he's not entirely awake either. If anything, Ciel looks almost thoughtful. As if he's remembered past lives or memories. Only when he gets up, does the feed shut off. But not without a very, very soft..]
Happy birthday to me.
He's drooped over the desk there, two hands around a hot mug of peppermint tea and there's a small ticking clock in front of him. Even when the clock strikes midnight, he doesn't blink. He's not asleep, but he's not entirely awake either. If anything, Ciel looks almost thoughtful. As if he's remembered past lives or memories. Only when he gets up, does the feed shut off. But not without a very, very soft..]
Happy birthday to me.