[thirteenth summoning] ♠ [video] ♠ [that butler, pained]
[The video turns on to view Sebastian in the kitchen, preparing Ciel's breakfast for the next morning. Butlers keep early and late hours, you know-- and with standards as high as Ciel's, who has time for sleep?
Not that he sleeps all that much anyways.
No, the recent City strangeness hits him hard and fast in a different way. Sebastian suddenly grimaces, pausing in cutting some apples to press a hand over his abdomen.]
What in the world...?
[His expression grows even more pinched as ghost pains all over his body start aching-- his abdomen, first and foremost, but his head as well, and many other places that he remembers being wounded at in his very distant past. His demon immortality allowed any wound to heal, but that didn't mean they didn't hurt. To have all this pain come back at him, full fledged and so suddenly, was excruciating.
In an unprecedented movement for him, he pushes away from the counter and hunches over, a low-- almost feral-- growl leaving his lips as he tries to control his pain. His knuckles are white as they grip the counter hard. One tense minute later, he slowly straightens. Were his eyes always that red? It must have been a trick of the eye, because he blinks and they are just as they were ever before. Sebastian touches his forehead briefly, furrowing his brow before glancing at the camera.]
...how shameful of me to display such weakness. If you'll pardon me.
[And with this, he turns off the device.]
Not that he sleeps all that much anyways.
No, the recent City strangeness hits him hard and fast in a different way. Sebastian suddenly grimaces, pausing in cutting some apples to press a hand over his abdomen.]
What in the world...?
[His expression grows even more pinched as ghost pains all over his body start aching-- his abdomen, first and foremost, but his head as well, and many other places that he remembers being wounded at in his very distant past. His demon immortality allowed any wound to heal, but that didn't mean they didn't hurt. To have all this pain come back at him, full fledged and so suddenly, was excruciating.
In an unprecedented movement for him, he pushes away from the counter and hunches over, a low-- almost feral-- growl leaving his lips as he tries to control his pain. His knuckles are white as they grip the counter hard. One tense minute later, he slowly straightens. Were his eyes always that red? It must have been a trick of the eye, because he blinks and they are just as they were ever before. Sebastian touches his forehead briefly, furrowing his brow before glancing at the camera.]
...how shameful of me to display such weakness. If you'll pardon me.
[And with this, he turns off the device.]