"Master..."
"Ugh... What is it?"
His voice is irritated, groggy from slumber.
"I believe it is time to wake up,"
He sits up, a yawn escaping his lips.
"Very well,"
His butler proceeds to dress him.
"I shall go now, to prepare your tea, Master,"
"Alright."
Sebastian turns, closing the door behind him as he continues down the hallway. Ciel picks up the dark eye patch that covers his right eye, hiding the violet color and the mark which resides in it. As he ties it, he sighs. Another day, another four hours at the least of paperwork. Busy work, nothing important. He opens the door, arching an eyebrow as Mey-Rin darts past.
"Excuse me, young Master!" She calls over her shoulder as she turns the corner, her loud, high pitched voice carrying down the hallway. Ciel shakes his head, continuing into the dining room where Sebastian has prepared breakfast and morning tea.
"Good morning, Master,"
"Yes, good morning," He replies, taking the seat his butler had pulled out for him. He picks up the fork, blue eye gazing into the shining silver, thinking.
"Is the meal not to your liking?"
Ciel looks up, surprised momentarily, before the usual expressionless look falls back upon his features.
"Yes,"
Sebastian hums in response.
"Sebastian..."
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Cold
RomanceThe darkness would consume him; nothing would change that. He must submit to the darkness. The cold.
