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[yourcurrysucks]

Characters: Ciel Phantomhive (other_sights) and Soma Asman Gandal (yourcurrysucks)
When: June 3rd, Late Evening
Where: The Phantomhive Estate
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence.
Summary: Soma's been feeling down lately. And Ciel looks like he's been in need of a hug. So, Soma takes it upon himself to fix this.

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[other_sights]

Sleep did not come peacefully. It rarely did for the young nobleman, and he stubbornly refused to take anything for it. The nightmares had started back up in full force, though exhaustion helped to curb them

[yourcurry_sucks]

Soma was trained a little in hand-to-hand martial arts and swordfighting. It was required of a prince, something handed down generation after generation as part of the palace's schooling procedures. And even though he had been trained, his reflexes weren't good enough to dodge that sudden movement.

All Soma had in warning was the shift in the mattress, the sheets, and suddenly, pain was exploding in the side of his head. It blacked out his vision for a moment, lips parting to let out a sharp, pained noise. His hand quickly moved to his head, holding the injured area, his ear ringing, eyes pulled tightly shut.

But when he heard the click of the handgun, the prince went dead still.

[other_sights]

He thought he recognized that voice, that jolt of pain, but he couldn't be sure. In the moonlight, one couldn't make out his face or his eyes. The lamp was behind the person standing in the dark.

A tense few seconds passed as Ciel seemed to consider, and his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Finally, the answer clicked into place, and he lowered the gun, letting out a raspy sort of sigh as he raked his fingers back through his hair.

"You," he growled sleepily. "Honestly. You moron, I could have easily killed you." A flip of the gun in his hand, and Ciel slid it back under the pillow, leaning on his hand.

"Why are you in my room?"

[yourcurry_sucks]

His head was throbbing, blossoming from the location of the blow and spreading to the back and front of his head. Soma let his eyes crack up just a little, gleaming golden in the dim light.

Ciel had hit him. It was often that Ciel would snap at him, say something cruel, but it always had been teasing... right? He had always brushed it off, because deep down, Soma knew that Ciel didn't mean it. He knew Ciel was a good person under the surface.

But Ciel had hit him. And aimed a gun at him. And deep down... it scared him, a little. No one had ever hit him before.

All of Ciel's questions went ignored.

"You... hit me..."