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so it ends so it begins, I am my father's son

Dec 05, 2010 16:01

Who: Undertaker [thecorpsedaddy] & Ciel Phantomhive [littlest_lord]
When: Afternoon of Sunday, December 5
Where: Undertaker's house of horrors.
Summary: He can't exactly reject a request by the Earl, now can he? Tea and questions ensue.
Warnings: Creeper, trolling, angst, general seriousness?

( plant another seed of hate in another father's son )

undertaker, ciel phantomhive

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littlest_lord December 7 2010, 03:02:54 UTC

Ciel'd had Sebastian wait in the Jaguar for him as he walked up the sidewalk and inevitably the door to the Undertaker's residence. In all honesty the little Earl had been expecting something far more sketchy in appearance. Unlike the place the man used to reside in back in London, this was much more...refined, even if it looked simple enough.

The reason for his visit was simple enough - questions. That's all his visits to the man had ever been. However, the nature of the questions still eluded him to a degree. Casting a glance back toward the sleek, black automobile, Ciel turned to face the door, steeling his expression as he knocked firmly three times and pressed the door bell once.

cadaverdaddy December 7 2010, 04:29:38 UTC

No, the outside was remarkably blank and normal, except for the few headstones that peaked around the edge of the building from the broken down cemetery in the backyard. The only hint that the touched man lived there was a skull that was on the ground, between the doormat and a potted plant. It was where he kept the spare keys to the door, should he accidentally lock himself out. After all, who had enough interest in his house to dig around in a human skull to get inside? The knocking broke the man from his daze and a wicked grin spread over his face. It had been a very, very long time since he'd been able to see the Earl in person. A laugh wiggled its way through his lips as he made his way to the door, a sound that the boy outside most definitely could hear. The door opened, the hinges creaking, and the tall man peeked his head out, slouched over the little Earl that was standing like a lost little schoolboy on his front walk ( ... )

littlest_lord December 10 2010, 09:16:59 UTC

Oh Ciel could hear the laughter all right. It was like a warning siren in itself as he stood outside in the chilly winter air, frown deepening as he stared at the door before him, stiffening his body for what was surely to come. The Undertaker was an unnerving man - insane at best, something else entirely at worst. The little Earl was still as unsure as he ever could be about the man, even though it was true that he was one of the individuals Ciel had given his trust to. A family friend was a family friend, after all.

When the door creaked open Ciel immediately began to regret ever coming in the first place as he was ushered inside with a disjointed, airy giggle. Steeling his face he gave a nod. "Sebastian is waiting in the car."

He'd begun to shy away from the touch he'd felt immediately on the nape of his neck, spinning around and taking a step back as he reached to undo it himself. "That's unnecessary."

cadaverdaddy December 11 2010, 14:53:12 UTC

Yes, Undertaker wasn't exactly the most normal of gentlemen. Thankfully, Ciel had never seen him at his worst. His worst had been in the name of Vincent. It had been quite the sight indeed. It was strange that this was the general feeling about most anyone who had work done outside of a funeral by the Undetaker. He's disturbing, but trustworthy. So, if kept at a distance and limited to small doses, he was most definitely an asset ( ... )

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