Ciel Phantomhive -£- 002
Who: Ciel Phantomhive, Madame Red, Open to Sebastian Michaelis and Elizabeth Middleford
Where: the Phantomhive 'mansion' in Espoir
Style: third person
Status: Closed
Ciel hadn't been planning on having guests that afternoon, but then, he rarely ever planned such things; his guests were more often than not busy bodies who simply showed up uninvited. It was just luck he had the most able butler in all of existence. (That was the one up side to this impromptu meeting; setting Sebastian to work on quick, last-minute arrangements.) Luckily, this afternoon's guest was not of the usual sort -- Madame Red was a class all her own, and once a frequent presence at his home. Of course, that had all come to an end many months ago. He still remembered the morning of her funeral, dressed all in black, hauling that outlandish red gown over his shoulder. That had been the last he'd ever expected to see of Madame Red.
Yet, there he sat, one leg crossed over the other, uneasy, leafing through some book he hadn't bothered to check the title of. He absently reached to adjust his eye patch, unconsciously on edge, as if just waiting to be interrupted.
Where: the Phantomhive 'mansion' in Espoir
Style: third person
Status: Closed
Ciel hadn't been planning on having guests that afternoon, but then, he rarely ever planned such things; his guests were more often than not busy bodies who simply showed up uninvited. It was just luck he had the most able butler in all of existence. (That was the one up side to this impromptu meeting; setting Sebastian to work on quick, last-minute arrangements.) Luckily, this afternoon's guest was not of the usual sort -- Madame Red was a class all her own, and once a frequent presence at his home. Of course, that had all come to an end many months ago. He still remembered the morning of her funeral, dressed all in black, hauling that outlandish red gown over his shoulder. That had been the last he'd ever expected to see of Madame Red.
Yet, there he sat, one leg crossed over the other, uneasy, leafing through some book he hadn't bothered to check the title of. He absently reached to adjust his eye patch, unconsciously on edge, as if just waiting to be interrupted.