Sebastian/Ciel, Without, G
Title: Without
Authors: didgey and nanakibh
Pairing: Sebastian/Ciel
Summary: Wherever there is one of us, the other shall be.
Rating: Perfectly G.
Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji and all related characters and materials are property of Toboso Yana.
There was always something to be done. Always. The extent of the work that needed to be completed varied, though. Which could either be a wonderful or terrible thing. And considering that today Meilin broke yet another expensive set of china, the work was nothing but terrible. Sebastian had to not only help the clumsy maid clean the mess up, but he also had to venture out to town to order another set. It was a trial of patience rather than skill, but Sebastian wasn't one to slip up.
So even when he returned to the manor, his demeanor remained pleasantly calm. He had left the young master behind for a considerable amount of time, but he knew the boy was safe. Bored, probably, but safe. So he had no issues with letting him entertain himself on his own.
But now that he was back, he made his way up the stairs with that slow elegance, opening the door to Ceil's study as if he had only been gone a few minutes.
He bowed politely, arm over his chest as if holding an invisible tablecloth. "Evening, Young Master. I hope you didn't get too restless in my absence. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"My tea," Ciel uttered, turning the page in front of him, cup held to his lips, "is cold."
The question "Why are you drinking it, then?" rose to Sebastian's mind, but he didn't voice it. He stood before him, back straight, heels together, gloved hands at his sides. "You wish for a new cup?" he asked, bowing his head.
Ciel sipped at it idly, a small, concerned sort of furrow between his brow. He flipped back a page and then forward, seeming to ignore him for a moment. "I'm not particularly interested in more tea."
"Oh?" Then why mention it? "Something else then?"
"Sebastian, I've been meaning to ask you something."
How he hadn't already realized the weight of the air between them was a mystery. The words were spoken slowly as his young master's eyes coldly surveyed the pages in front of him, perhaps not even reading. He was refusing to look at him, distancing them. But for what purpose?
The strange, sort of distant look on Ciel's face did not escape Sebastian's eyes, and he had just opened his mouth to speak again when he was interrupted with a sudden question from the young master.
"Why didn't you play with me today?"
It was such a simple question that Sebastian couldn't help but smile. So that was all. The boy was lonely. It was understandable, really. Ciel wasn't like his peers. None of them could boast being the head of an entire family and a toy company as well. It was only natural for someone of his age to seek a playmate. Even if said playmate was a demon in disguise. Though strangely enough, Sebastian seemed to be the only one suitable for the job.
Ciel continued to look down at those pages, doing his best to ignore the flush that had crept onto his cheeks. He knew it was futile to hope Sebastian didn't see it. The man saw everything. But at the very least, he would do his best to will it away.
"Young Master..." Sebastian began, crossing the distance between them until he was directly in front of Ciel, a single gloved hand reaching forward to brush a few loose strands of hair away from the boy's face. "Forgive me for leaving you. I had duties to attend to. Though I am here now, just for you."
Ciel nodded solemnly, but seemed to relax somewhat. He finally tore his gaze away from the book, small hands closing it with an audible sound. Closing his eyes briefly, he sighed, then turned his chair to face Sebastian.
He looked up at him, seeming to contemplate something as he looked into his butler's alizarin eyes. Sebastian couldn't be certain what Ciel was searching for there. It wasn't the gaze of any average child his age. His eyes seemed to hold an undoubtedly more adult history behind them, a weight no child should be allowed to carry alone.
Barely a second passed before Ciel smiled and hugged Sebastian around the waist, pressing his cheek against his stomach.
It was odd that Sebastian, the one thing he feared the most, was also the one who could make him feel the most secure. No matter how much he feared him, he feared even more that he would forget this feeling if Sebastian were to ever leave.
This was the veritable "testing, testing, 1, 2, 3" of our RP journals for the two of them. We'll be using them to write more stuff. Hopefully more, uh, naughty in nature. |3 Hope you enjoyed!
Authors: didgey and nanakibh
Pairing: Sebastian/Ciel
Summary: Wherever there is one of us, the other shall be.
Rating: Perfectly G.
Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji and all related characters and materials are property of Toboso Yana.
There was always something to be done. Always. The extent of the work that needed to be completed varied, though. Which could either be a wonderful or terrible thing. And considering that today Meilin broke yet another expensive set of china, the work was nothing but terrible. Sebastian had to not only help the clumsy maid clean the mess up, but he also had to venture out to town to order another set. It was a trial of patience rather than skill, but Sebastian wasn't one to slip up.
So even when he returned to the manor, his demeanor remained pleasantly calm. He had left the young master behind for a considerable amount of time, but he knew the boy was safe. Bored, probably, but safe. So he had no issues with letting him entertain himself on his own.
But now that he was back, he made his way up the stairs with that slow elegance, opening the door to Ceil's study as if he had only been gone a few minutes.
He bowed politely, arm over his chest as if holding an invisible tablecloth. "Evening, Young Master. I hope you didn't get too restless in my absence. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"My tea," Ciel uttered, turning the page in front of him, cup held to his lips, "is cold."
The question "Why are you drinking it, then?" rose to Sebastian's mind, but he didn't voice it. He stood before him, back straight, heels together, gloved hands at his sides. "You wish for a new cup?" he asked, bowing his head.
Ciel sipped at it idly, a small, concerned sort of furrow between his brow. He flipped back a page and then forward, seeming to ignore him for a moment. "I'm not particularly interested in more tea."
"Oh?" Then why mention it? "Something else then?"
"Sebastian, I've been meaning to ask you something."
How he hadn't already realized the weight of the air between them was a mystery. The words were spoken slowly as his young master's eyes coldly surveyed the pages in front of him, perhaps not even reading. He was refusing to look at him, distancing them. But for what purpose?
The strange, sort of distant look on Ciel's face did not escape Sebastian's eyes, and he had just opened his mouth to speak again when he was interrupted with a sudden question from the young master.
"Why didn't you play with me today?"
It was such a simple question that Sebastian couldn't help but smile. So that was all. The boy was lonely. It was understandable, really. Ciel wasn't like his peers. None of them could boast being the head of an entire family and a toy company as well. It was only natural for someone of his age to seek a playmate. Even if said playmate was a demon in disguise. Though strangely enough, Sebastian seemed to be the only one suitable for the job.
Ciel continued to look down at those pages, doing his best to ignore the flush that had crept onto his cheeks. He knew it was futile to hope Sebastian didn't see it. The man saw everything. But at the very least, he would do his best to will it away.
"Young Master..." Sebastian began, crossing the distance between them until he was directly in front of Ciel, a single gloved hand reaching forward to brush a few loose strands of hair away from the boy's face. "Forgive me for leaving you. I had duties to attend to. Though I am here now, just for you."
Ciel nodded solemnly, but seemed to relax somewhat. He finally tore his gaze away from the book, small hands closing it with an audible sound. Closing his eyes briefly, he sighed, then turned his chair to face Sebastian.
He looked up at him, seeming to contemplate something as he looked into his butler's alizarin eyes. Sebastian couldn't be certain what Ciel was searching for there. It wasn't the gaze of any average child his age. His eyes seemed to hold an undoubtedly more adult history behind them, a weight no child should be allowed to carry alone.
Barely a second passed before Ciel smiled and hugged Sebastian around the waist, pressing his cheek against his stomach.
It was odd that Sebastian, the one thing he feared the most, was also the one who could make him feel the most secure. No matter how much he feared him, he feared even more that he would forget this feeling if Sebastian were to ever leave.
This was the veritable "testing, testing, 1, 2, 3" of our RP journals for the two of them. We'll be using them to write more stuff. Hopefully more, uh, naughty in nature. |3 Hope you enjoyed!