My Heart Is Frozen

[littlest_lord]

Who: Ciel and Phancyhive residents who dare to even approach him? Hannah, Alois and idk?
When: Evening before sirens, May 26th.
Where: Outside in the gardens, under the tree where Rachel Phantomhive was buried.
Summary: After taking out his anger on Claude (Read shooting him and slapping him a bit) Ciel decides to try and cool down as far away from

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[masterbaiting]

"Bit chilly, isn't it?"

Here's the thing: Alois will always be able to find Ciel. He's sure of this - he's made sure of this. He will check everywhere- every room, every box, every hopeless place, and he will find Ciel Phantomhive.

Once again, the other boy's taking refuge in the atmosphere of his mother. Alois stands yards behind him, trying not to breathe too quickly, and his eyes are red-rimmed. (So are his hands, and the sleeves of his shirt, in fact. That's blood, there.)

[littlest_lord]

The temperature doesn't register with him.

"I don't mind it." It's a soft, monotonous reply. Ciel doesn't turn, his back against the tree, fingers wrapped around his knees. It's a similar position, one he took when they were caged by the cult. He's trying to make himself small; unseen.

He wants to disappear.

[masterbaiting]

"Come with me somewhere else."

It's very much a demand, but his throat feels thick.

[littlest_lord]

"Where?" The voice is still just as dull as it had been a moment ago, still holding up his resolve to not look back. He's not sure where to fit Alois at the moment, into the grand scheme of things, whether or not the boy is his past or future. It's as if he's surrounded by a fog, trapped on an island - which way is the right direction? Is there even a path to follow?

Maybe there was, but it had already been erased.

[bosomist]

The noise had ricocheted throughout the house, sure enough. Far enough that Hannah had heard it all the way up in her room. Her immediate concern was Luca - before even thinking, she had been close enough to him to make sure he was safe. Her second concern was Alois; Alois who had always been some kind of magnet for trouble. Whether walking directly into or luring it in.

The trouble with Alois, however, was that Hannah could not find him. Before, Hannah had relied on knowledge and empathy when seeking out her master. There was no contract between them for her to pull on, after all. Yet for all her instincts she could not find him. She had reasoned that if he were in trouble, there would hardly be a soul in the house who wouldn't know about it. But this Alois was different, but then perhaps that wasn't so much the case anymore. So Hannah had wandered, somewhat aimlessly. Down halls, even to Ciel Phantomhive's room (and Rachel's, just in case) and nothing

[littlest_lord]

He was still shaking from the confrontation. The sight of the bullet sliding so easily through the man's head had been so satisfying if only for a split second. After that, however, the blood had filled his stomach with dread and the fact Claude hadn't dropped to the ground like a human should've had only added to the distress.

He'd taken it upon himself to isolate himself from the situation - to get away - and the only fitting place he could think of was Rachel Phantomhive's grave.

When he heard Hannah's voice he didn't care to look at her. He was still trembling, fingers shaking as he gripped onto the handle of the gun he'd fired. "I don't care. I'll catch a cold regardless of where I am if it's meant to happen."

[bosomist]

Stubborn crossed her mind instantly. She frowned, eyes bearing into his back, and considered whether it in her place to simply lift him up and take him back inside, regardless of what melodrama he wanted to have. She imagined he might make something of a fuss, and so she dispelled the idea with reluctance.

Instead, she closed the distance between them. Stood just to his side and read the name on the gravestone with passive interest. Morbid, she thought. And then: sad, too. She glanced down, first at his head, then what of what she could see of his face, and then at the gun. Her fist tightened on instinct, but Hannah remembered his little declaration from their last encounter.

Alois was safe then. She exhaled a breathe she hadn't realised she had been holding.

"You shouldn't resign yourself to things which are easily prevented," she said softly. And then, with a fleeting look at the gun: "Should I ask why you were firing inside the house?"

[littlest_lord]

Easily prevented. Perhaps. That didn't mean Ciel cared enough to heed her words, however. Instead, he focused on the question at hand.

"I was provoked by Claude Faustus." That would be enough words for an answer. Those very few spoke numbers, after all. "Shouldn't it be obvious?"