The Hounds Of Hell Are Getting Closer

[littlest_lord]

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

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[ahumblebutler]

[Sebastian was anything anything but pleased as well. Upon locating and entering the mansion Ciel was in, he could sense quite a few things that were setting off alarms in his mind. Another demon like him, for one-- someone who lingered too close to the Young Master for his liking. A curious set of contracts different from his, but similar in foundation, for another. It seemed Ciel attracted those sorts of people wherever he went.

But above all else, he could sense Ciel's irritation-- nay, fury-- with him, and it seemed quite unwarranted, at least from his viewpoint. Sebastian could understand if he was angry with him for making him wait, but it seemed to extend something beyond that.

He narrowed his eyes. It made him very suspicious of what had gone on in this place when he was 'not here'. But he would get to the bottom of this mess. It wasn't as though he weren't used to handling the Young Master's tantrums, besides. Sebastian paused at Ciel's bedroom door, sensing the boy's pacing before knocking lightly.]

Young Master.

[littlest_lord]

[He wanted to hide under the bed.

Of course, there was no need to hide anywhere. There was no hiding from a demon that had claim on his soul. They were always connected by the contract, always feeling. Sebastian was always watching, always lurking and waiting. One couldn't hide from him. It was pointless.

Still, the desire remained when he heard the voice from outside his door remained. Even so, he resisted, willing himself to calm. There was no calm to be found, but it could be feigned, if only outwardly. Inside, Ciel was seething.

But no, he had to remain composed.

Not a word was muttered in reply as he sat down, a slice of untouched pie from one of Gilbert's resting on a plate. He kept it near him, as he moved to sit at the small tea table that was set up inside his lavish room. There was also a teacup, filled with hot steaming tea.

No, let Sebastian come to him. Let him come.

There was no answer - Ciel's mouth was full with a forkful of pie. It was impolite to speak with a mouth full of pie, was it not?]

[ahumblebutler]

[Ten seconds went by, and then Sebastian deemed it polite enough to enter, doing so silently. The first thing he noted was that Ciel was younger than the Young Master he had left on the Campania-- the subtle, softer lines in his face were as clear to him as the day. It was strange to realize, but it didn't change the fact that this was the Young Master-- albeit changed from his experiences here.

That was probably the disconcerting part, though. Not knowing what the Young Master had gone through here. In England he had such a tight rein over him-- and now everything was thrown to the wind. He had to tidy up loose ends so that everything was just so.

And that started with getting Ciel to stop wanting to cower away from him, amusing as it was to feel Ciel's sudden uncertainty.

Yes, he had certainly changed...deviated from what he would become. He needed to get him back on track.

He steps up to the desk and bows from the waist.]

[littlest_lord]

[It was tempting to want to throw the pie at Sebastian, really it was. But the demon wasn't worth Gilbert's pies and the decision was quickly made to throw the china teacup straight at his head.

It was whipped then, as he chewed and swallowed the pie in his mouth. Ciel wanted Sebastian to melt. To burn and scar.

If only.

He didn't stand from his little tea table in his and Alois' bedroom. No, he sat quietly, still tending to his pie. He wouldn't speak yet. He had to find words first.]