Seal o29 // Video
[Ciel is covered with a blanket, settled into one of the seats of the chess set by the window, looking out at the night.
There is a little bit of a difference to how he holds himself, a relaxed fluidity that Ciel normally doesn't have.
When he turns from the window, the eyepatch is nowhere in sight, though he appears to be the same age. Instead of the narrowed, controlled expression, he seems curious, alert. Relaxed. There is none of the severity normally present in his eyes, only a somewhat serious watchfulness.]
I don't believe anyone sleeps on Saturday nights any longer.
It's past that time, isn't it?
[ooc; Fourteen year old Ciel. Minus butler. Plus parents. Plus lack of trauma. Basically, the guy he would have been, if those losers hadn't crashed his birthday party. Although most icons contain the eyepatch, PLEASE PRETEND.]
There is a little bit of a difference to how he holds himself, a relaxed fluidity that Ciel normally doesn't have.
When he turns from the window, the eyepatch is nowhere in sight, though he appears to be the same age. Instead of the narrowed, controlled expression, he seems curious, alert. Relaxed. There is none of the severity normally present in his eyes, only a somewhat serious watchfulness.]
I don't believe anyone sleeps on Saturday nights any longer.
It's past that time, isn't it?
[ooc; Fourteen year old Ciel. Minus butler. Plus parents. Plus lack of trauma. Basically, the guy he would have been, if those losers hadn't crashed his birthday party. Although most icons contain the eyepatch, PLEASE PRETEND.]