Seal o19 // Video
[The table the PCD is on is jostled, enough to rattle and cause the video to static. The wallpaper and decor of the room are easily recognizable if one has spoken to Ciel with a video function; it's his bedroom.
Hard panting breaths and low, almost panicked cries are followed by thrashing noises, and a hand slaps across the feed before knocking it to the carpet with a thud.
Ciel's hand stretches out over the side of the bed --
It is bruised, cut, rubbed raw around the wrists. Dried blood stains the loosened bandages wrapped around a portion of his arm.
The hand gropes blindly at nothing, catching at the sheets as if Ciel doesn't know they are there. His breathing has a wheezing quality to it, and he gasps before he stumbles from the bed, wearing only a white nightshirt.
He's smaller. His thin, fragile arms and legs are covered in bruises, from fresh and new to fading into ugly yellow, purples and greens. Bandages attempt to cover some of the areas, but they are tied inexpertly, and the only one free of dried blood is the one over his right eye. The look in his other blue eye is... frighteningly empty.]
You -- you, come-
[Several gasps, before Ciel grits his teeth, crossing an arm over his middle. Blood blooms like tiny flowers against the white of the shirt, small spots here and there across his middle. Despite it, he refuses to utter any noise of pain. The empty look morphs to frightening rage, a breathless fire.
That anger must be all that's keeping him standing, with those injuries.]
Sebastian!
[ooc; So, Ciel is from just after the ceremony... just over a month or so after his tenth birthday. To those unfamiliar with the canon, this is mere DAYS after he first met Sebastian. The icons reflect it, but Ciel is close to malnourishment, bruised up and cuts bandaged, and currently not on pain medication for his injuries.]
Hard panting breaths and low, almost panicked cries are followed by thrashing noises, and a hand slaps across the feed before knocking it to the carpet with a thud.
Ciel's hand stretches out over the side of the bed --
It is bruised, cut, rubbed raw around the wrists. Dried blood stains the loosened bandages wrapped around a portion of his arm.
The hand gropes blindly at nothing, catching at the sheets as if Ciel doesn't know they are there. His breathing has a wheezing quality to it, and he gasps before he stumbles from the bed, wearing only a white nightshirt.
He's smaller. His thin, fragile arms and legs are covered in bruises, from fresh and new to fading into ugly yellow, purples and greens. Bandages attempt to cover some of the areas, but they are tied inexpertly, and the only one free of dried blood is the one over his right eye. The look in his other blue eye is... frighteningly empty.]
You -- you, come-
[Several gasps, before Ciel grits his teeth, crossing an arm over his middle. Blood blooms like tiny flowers against the white of the shirt, small spots here and there across his middle. Despite it, he refuses to utter any noise of pain. The empty look morphs to frightening rage, a breathless fire.
That anger must be all that's keeping him standing, with those injuries.]
Sebastian!
[ooc; So, Ciel is from just after the ceremony... just over a month or so after his tenth birthday. To those unfamiliar with the canon, this is mere DAYS after he first met Sebastian. The icons reflect it, but Ciel is close to malnourishment, bruised up and cuts bandaged, and currently not on pain medication for his injuries.]