- Ciel Phantomhive -£- 006
Who: Draco Malfoy, Ciel Phantomhive, open to anyone who lives w/ Draco?
Where: The chapel where Draco lives
Style: Third to start, but whichever Momo prefers
Status: Semi-Closed
WARNINGS Wizards? XD
First Witches, now Wizards? Ciel was beginning to wonder if anything was 'nonsense' anymore. So far, Draco had been the only one to be particularly open about it, and more than willing to give a display. Ciel suspected he may have just liked showing off. True, Draco had made sparks and swirls of light and... Ciel thought he had seen books floating and a broom sweeping all on it's own, but on such a small screen, and with as little as he trusted the Dreamberry, he wasn't about to truly believe it until he had seen it with his own eyes, without any intermediary.
The young lord had somehow managed to pull himself into a semi-presentable state without the aide of his butler -- although it was a much less elaborate dress than he was prone to. His button-up shirt was buttoned smoothly, but every single button was out of alignment by one, giving the whole thing a slightly-crooked feel. He'd forgone a tie, and a vest, for the idea of tying anything, or buttoning any more buttons gave him a headache. Instead, he'd tucked his shirt into his trousers, pulled on one of his simplest blazers, and gone out just like that. The one accessory he'd not discarded, was his eyepatch -- though the string was tied in an awful knot at the back of his head, and tangling in his hair. Details. Aunt Frances would have a word or ten about his appearance.
Following the instructions Draco had given him, Ciel was a bit surprised when he arrived. It wasn't exactly the type of place he expected someone to live. It had also been several months sine Ciel had set foot inside a building like this. He wondered, absently, if Sebastian had been there, if the demon would have stayed outside. Did such things still hold sway, if they were not being used for their intended purpose?
Half-tempted to simply let himself in, Ciel decided it might be best to be the gentleman. So, he knocked.
Where: The chapel where Draco lives
Style: Third to start, but whichever Momo prefers
Status: Semi-Closed
WARNINGS Wizards? XD
First Witches, now Wizards? Ciel was beginning to wonder if anything was 'nonsense' anymore. So far, Draco had been the only one to be particularly open about it, and more than willing to give a display. Ciel suspected he may have just liked showing off. True, Draco had made sparks and swirls of light and... Ciel thought he had seen books floating and a broom sweeping all on it's own, but on such a small screen, and with as little as he trusted the Dreamberry, he wasn't about to truly believe it until he had seen it with his own eyes, without any intermediary.
The young lord had somehow managed to pull himself into a semi-presentable state without the aide of his butler -- although it was a much less elaborate dress than he was prone to. His button-up shirt was buttoned smoothly, but every single button was out of alignment by one, giving the whole thing a slightly-crooked feel. He'd forgone a tie, and a vest, for the idea of tying anything, or buttoning any more buttons gave him a headache. Instead, he'd tucked his shirt into his trousers, pulled on one of his simplest blazers, and gone out just like that. The one accessory he'd not discarded, was his eyepatch -- though the string was tied in an awful knot at the back of his head, and tangling in his hair. Details. Aunt Frances would have a word or ten about his appearance.
Following the instructions Draco had given him, Ciel was a bit surprised when he arrived. It wasn't exactly the type of place he expected someone to live. It had also been several months sine Ciel had set foot inside a building like this. He wondered, absently, if Sebastian had been there, if the demon would have stayed outside. Did such things still hold sway, if they were not being used for their intended purpose?
Half-tempted to simply let himself in, Ciel decided it might be best to be the gentleman. So, he knocked.