I Got The Devil On My Shoulder
Who: Ciel and Sebastian
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: The newly built Shotavilla
Summary: Now that Sebastian's arrived, the first order Ciel gave him was to build him a manor. Naturally, Sebastian did so, and come noon the next day, it was time to move.
Warnings: Sebastian being really, really creepy (like usual) and Ciel bitching (like usual)
Sebastian Michaelis had arrived at exactly noon the following day to the small one bedroom apartment the four had been living in together. Ciel had told everyone to pack their things, gather up their stuff and be ready for the move. None of them had many things to begin with, but what was important was packed away in whatever boxes they could find. Sebastian had knocked on the door and Ciel could feel his presence, the dull stinging in his right eye as he opened the door and looked up. He'd seen the surprise flitter briefly across Sebastian's face at the state he was in, but he'd ordered, almost instantly 'keep your mouth shut until we're alone at the manor'. Ciel wasn't in the mood to discuss anything. He wasn't in the mood to utter a word.
They'd been driven to the manor in the car that Sebastian had somehow manged to get his hands on (it was Ciel's first time in a car too...it really was much more comfortable to ride in than a carriage) and the other boys on arrival had been shown their rooms and allowed full roam of the house for exploration. Unpacking was to commence, after Sebastian had made a few more trips, bringing over all their things and eventually leaving Luca, Shiroe and Alois to their own devices.
Ciel however, wasn't unpacking. He'd save it for later or have Sebastian do it. No, instead he was sitting on the edge of his kingsized bed, a grand contrast from the small twin bed he'd shared with Alois, thin stick like legs dangling above the ground. He was dressed in a white blouse, black ribbon tied around his neck, along with a pair of shorts and wool knee high gray socks. The bandage from Amy's bite was still on his neck and the bump on his head was finally starting to go down. His knees were scabbing as well and the needle mark from when he'd been admitted to the clinic had disappeared. Thinness, however, didn't disappear so quickly.
Sebastian, once again, hadn't failed to disappoint with the command. The manor was certainly smaller than the Phantomhive estate back in England, but it was quite roomy. The two would have a talk - Master and Servant - and it was something that made Ciel's stomach twist in anxiousness and disgust. He'd finally started becoming used to living in that small apartment; being independent...and now Sebastian was here. It was like the dull, always present dread he'd managed to finally forget about had flared up and consumed him, perching atop his shoulders like a lead raven, cawing in its grating voice, an ever constant reminder that death and the past followed him and he'd never escape his fate.
The taste of bile remained in his throat regardless of how many times he'd brushed his teeth and he'd told Sebastian he was going to rest. To lay down for a moment. To be alone. Jack was wrong. He couldn't try to smile. He couldn't attempt for happiness. He'd sold that, along with his soul.
It was time to face the past, face his inner demons and the one he'd contracted.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Where: The newly built Shotavilla
Summary: Now that Sebastian's arrived, the first order Ciel gave him was to build him a manor. Naturally, Sebastian did so, and come noon the next day, it was time to move.
Warnings: Sebastian being really, really creepy (like usual) and Ciel bitching (like usual)
Sebastian Michaelis had arrived at exactly noon the following day to the small one bedroom apartment the four had been living in together. Ciel had told everyone to pack their things, gather up their stuff and be ready for the move. None of them had many things to begin with, but what was important was packed away in whatever boxes they could find. Sebastian had knocked on the door and Ciel could feel his presence, the dull stinging in his right eye as he opened the door and looked up. He'd seen the surprise flitter briefly across Sebastian's face at the state he was in, but he'd ordered, almost instantly 'keep your mouth shut until we're alone at the manor'. Ciel wasn't in the mood to discuss anything. He wasn't in the mood to utter a word.
They'd been driven to the manor in the car that Sebastian had somehow manged to get his hands on (it was Ciel's first time in a car too...it really was much more comfortable to ride in than a carriage) and the other boys on arrival had been shown their rooms and allowed full roam of the house for exploration. Unpacking was to commence, after Sebastian had made a few more trips, bringing over all their things and eventually leaving Luca, Shiroe and Alois to their own devices.
Ciel however, wasn't unpacking. He'd save it for later or have Sebastian do it. No, instead he was sitting on the edge of his kingsized bed, a grand contrast from the small twin bed he'd shared with Alois, thin stick like legs dangling above the ground. He was dressed in a white blouse, black ribbon tied around his neck, along with a pair of shorts and wool knee high gray socks. The bandage from Amy's bite was still on his neck and the bump on his head was finally starting to go down. His knees were scabbing as well and the needle mark from when he'd been admitted to the clinic had disappeared. Thinness, however, didn't disappear so quickly.
Sebastian, once again, hadn't failed to disappoint with the command. The manor was certainly smaller than the Phantomhive estate back in England, but it was quite roomy. The two would have a talk - Master and Servant - and it was something that made Ciel's stomach twist in anxiousness and disgust. He'd finally started becoming used to living in that small apartment; being independent...and now Sebastian was here. It was like the dull, always present dread he'd managed to finally forget about had flared up and consumed him, perching atop his shoulders like a lead raven, cawing in its grating voice, an ever constant reminder that death and the past followed him and he'd never escape his fate.
The taste of bile remained in his throat regardless of how many times he'd brushed his teeth and he'd told Sebastian he was going to rest. To lay down for a moment. To be alone. Jack was wrong. He couldn't try to smile. He couldn't attempt for happiness. He'd sold that, along with his soul.
It was time to face the past, face his inner demons and the one he'd contracted.