The Hounds Of Hell Are Getting Closer
Who: Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, Claude Faustus, maybe Alois later later on idek.
When: September 15th
Where: Phantomhive Manor
Summary: Sebastian's back, and he's looking for his Young Master, naturally. Ciel isn't happy. If anything, he's absolutely furious. Claude is creeping, as usual.
Warnings: Ciel flipping his shit. Demons being demons. The usual.
[It was an unsettling feeling of being full. Of not being empty. Ever since Sebastian had left, or well, rather every time he had left thus far from Siren's Pull, there had been a terrible hollow within. Nothing could fill it. Nothing could help it, and as such he'd learned to ignore it with time. Now that hollow was burning, filled with liquid lead, as searing as the terrible pull and itch he felt against his right eye. It stung. It hurt.
The anxiety was all too familiar.
This was the third time Sebastian had arrived. Third. Not first, nor second. Third.
Needless to say, Ciel was anything but pleased.
Thus he paced in his bedroom, to and fro, back and forth. He couldn't stop, fingers fidgeting together, nails picking at nails. He couldn't sit or stand still. All he could do is pace.
Sebastian was here. He could feel it.
It was only a matter of time before he'd come to find his meal.]
When: September 15th
Where: Phantomhive Manor
Summary: Sebastian's back, and he's looking for his Young Master, naturally. Ciel isn't happy. If anything, he's absolutely furious. Claude is creeping, as usual.
Warnings: Ciel flipping his shit. Demons being demons. The usual.
[It was an unsettling feeling of being full. Of not being empty. Ever since Sebastian had left, or well, rather every time he had left thus far from Siren's Pull, there had been a terrible hollow within. Nothing could fill it. Nothing could help it, and as such he'd learned to ignore it with time. Now that hollow was burning, filled with liquid lead, as searing as the terrible pull and itch he felt against his right eye. It stung. It hurt.
The anxiety was all too familiar.
This was the third time Sebastian had arrived. Third. Not first, nor second. Third.
Needless to say, Ciel was anything but pleased.
Thus he paced in his bedroom, to and fro, back and forth. He couldn't stop, fingers fidgeting together, nails picking at nails. He couldn't sit or stand still. All he could do is pace.
Sebastian was here. He could feel it.
It was only a matter of time before he'd come to find his meal.]