[Closed] Vanish in the air, you'll never find me.
Who: demon_andbutler and chessmetaphor
When: August 27, afternoon... before this.
Where: The Phantomhive house.
Format: Action?
What: S-Sebastian is very hungry. Ciel does not realise how hungry.
Warnings: Probably a lot of goddamn creepiness at the very least.
[After telling Ciel he would be by shortly, Sebastian is there within a matter of minutes. He has with him a white chocolate parfait with flambéed cherries, a dessert so rich and decadent it is, perhaps, surprising Sebastian would allow Ciel such a dish before dinner. Maybe he's just feeling extra kind today.
... Or maybe he thinks the boy could use some fattening up. Maybe everyone is entitled to a hearty last meal. Maybe the sugar will make his blood taste sweeter.
A moment later Sebastian knocks on the door to Ciel's office. He can smell the boy behind the door, and can feel the marked soul within, just begging to be devoured.]
Young master?
[He waits, in this strange fevered state, waiting to be allowed access. As much as he would like to charge in... no. These are the rules. He invented them himself.]
When: August 27, afternoon... before this.
Where: The Phantomhive house.
Format: Action?
What: S-Sebastian is very hungry. Ciel does not realise how hungry.
Warnings: Probably a lot of goddamn creepiness at the very least.
[After telling Ciel he would be by shortly, Sebastian is there within a matter of minutes. He has with him a white chocolate parfait with flambéed cherries, a dessert so rich and decadent it is, perhaps, surprising Sebastian would allow Ciel such a dish before dinner. Maybe he's just feeling extra kind today.
... Or maybe he thinks the boy could use some fattening up. Maybe everyone is entitled to a hearty last meal. Maybe the sugar will make his blood taste sweeter.
A moment later Sebastian knocks on the door to Ciel's office. He can smell the boy behind the door, and can feel the marked soul within, just begging to be devoured.]
Young master?
[He waits, in this strange fevered state, waiting to be allowed access. As much as he would like to charge in... no. These are the rules. He invented them himself.]