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“Then I fear you have forgotten what day it is.”
“... You of all people should know I am not fond of today. What did you do”
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@xnevermxre
“Then I fear you have forgotten what day it is.”
“... You of all people should know I am not fond of today. What did you do”
My young lord, perhaps you should take a break from your research. I have something for you.
“Oh and we’ll just get home by sitting around doing nothing then? Whatever you have can wait until tomorrow Sebastian”
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@trancvboy
“.... Thank you”
"Now now, enough with being gloomy! You do enough of that the rest of the year. Give us a smile, and enjoy your birthday a little! Oh--by the way, before I forget to say it, happy birthday ~"
“I am not being ‘gloomy’ Alois. I simply see no point in celebrating my expulsion from my mother’s womb. Every single living person on this planet acomplished the same feat. It’s nothing special. If anything it’s a little pathetic to get so enthusiastic about it. If I chose to take today to mourn my parents instead of partaking in useless frivolities I will do so as I please. Save your well wishes for someone who wants them”
Ciel + Smile (*´ェ`*)
“December 14th... The anniversary of both the day I was born onto this earth, and the day my parent’s were stolen from it. I hardly see a need to celebrate either...”
[[Stumble]] - Open
puppxteer
Kyoya looked over at the boy. Surely, he should have let him keep going on his own, beacuswe Kyoya was busy. He didn’t have time to deal with a kid that obviously didn’t want anything to do with him. But Kyoya found himself to be too nice. Especially considering his entire family was full of doctors - and if he walked into any hospital, he could practically do whatever he wanted.
Bending at the waist, Kyoya spoke.
“My name is Kyoya Ootori. My father is the benefactor to almost all hospitals and clinics in Yubari and Hinamori.” He straightened, keeping a rather plain face. “Please allow me to replace your stolen items. You can think of it as an “I owe you” kind of deal. I cannot allow you to continue on your way without the items that you so clearly need.”
Kyoya felt that it was always good to have people owe you something. That way he always got what he wanted. And honestly, Kyoya really couldn’t care less about whatever bullshit story this kid was telling him. At least he could have some sort of chain tied around his ankle.
Well wasn’t he a insistent one. He was still baffled at how this entire city seemed to be wrapped around it’s own obsession with paying forward any sort of karmic justice they could; a jarring difference to his own self centric England where every man for himself included stepping on any poor soul in the gutter to be just that much higher...
That wasn’t to say Ciel was a fool, it took more than a few hundred years to breed out the selfish nature that lived in all humans; and even as this man leaned down to his height did he see not a benefactor but a patronizing man wearing the mask of a saint.
“If you think me simply a child sir, you are thoroughly mistaken” He said slowly, a smirk playing up on his lips as the eye he allowed visible flashed. “Just as you said, I owe you for your help should I take it and I am not a man who enjoys being in the debt of others. I have enough deals made to my name as it is and I am quite content to leave it that way. I would rather stumble my way home than allow myself to take help from a stranger with no knowledge of what interest they might add to their ‘good deed’ so if that is all you have to offer me I bid you good day sir”
ultragarnentthings:
“He that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty.”
–Shakespeare, A Comedy of Errors
[[Stumble]] - Open
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Kyoya just needed to get to work. Palette was slowly starting to pick up some regulars, and he was already late. Well, late for being early enough to be there for opening. Coming right from classes and going right to work would ultimately kill him. There was no time for sleep, and if it wasn’t for the food Palette provided to their guests, Kyoya probably wouldn’t eat.
Granted, he was more than exhausted, practically a dead man walking. And he should have been paying attention as he hurried toward their building. It was partially his fault when he ran into the boy in front of him. He was about to start on a lecture to this kid about how paying attention was, but when he let his eyes focus on him, he could help but feel pity for him.
“I’m fine,” He murmured, reaching out to help steady the boy by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”
And while Kyoya wasn’t a doctor (yet), almost everyone in his family was, and he could tell that something was not right.
He noticed the hand over his eye. “Is your eye alright?” Kyoya sincerely hoped that that wasn’t his doing.
It has entirely habit that Ciel tossed his shoulder, intent of removing the hand that had settled upon it. Regardless of the good intentions this man carried in his contact; Ciel by nature hated to be touched.
Unsteady on his feet, he kept one hand firmly over his eye; the other groping to grasp the light-post had been using as his anchor before his unfortunate collision.
With his single cerulean eye focused on the concrete below, not at the man in question he simply focused all his attention on keeping back the flare of anger that was meant for Alois, not for this man. “My eye is fine. I suffered a hunting accident in my younger years and I have but a rather grotesque empty socket that I prefer to keep covered but a little twat made off with both my eye-patch and my cane so I am not exactly in the mood for pity or small talk sir, so if you do not mind I will be on my way” He snapped, his words biting with the anger he could barely contain, though what was meant to be a defiant step away, was once more another stumble, the Earl just barely staying on his feet. “Blasted...Sidewalk...”
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[[ I’m ashamed of me ]]
[[ Forgive me Father for I have sinned....
[[Child’s Play]] - Closed for Izaya
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“Why, yes, that would be correct,”
between Izaya and- well, himself, technically this elaborate undercover scheme was not all that necessary. The grin on his face? Priceless. So merry, so fake, yet well crafted to be that of genuine enjoyment. Certainly because seeing this little boy, composed of pride, eat the dirt in which he used to step on, was the best thing he had ever encountered since coming to this rather…unusual…island.
When the Phantomhive child first appeared on Izaya’s doorsteps, why, he had a field day. The mere concept that someone could be both arrogant and needy at the same time rather tickled him. Oh, at first he laughed, laughed for a solid ten minutes, then cooled himself, producing a state as serious as it could get. Talking to a thirteen, whatever, year old, and one who seemed to be on the same level as himself, deemed itself quite unusual, yet, utterly fulfilling.
Without Namie, Izaya functioned well enough, yet the emptiness of having no one to nag concluded to be mere torture. Ciel, unbeknownst to himself, fit the bill swimming as a replacement secretary, and thus this scene here develops.
It takes all of his will power not to laugh at the boy– he even nearly misses sight of the target because the amusement lapped up from Ciel briefly shined over the main objective. Poised readily to play along, a sharp something pricks his hand, stopping his amusement ever so briefly. First Izaya assesses, and, upon discovery, the smirk on his face hikes right back up again. Ah, the little shit.
“You wanna see the ponies?” He teases, edging over to Ciel’s level (in height), and while some might have heard it as a playful voice- it actually screamed patronizing.
“Well, it’s gonna be rather difficult to see them all the way down there, no?” Without missing a beat, Izaya wiggles his hand free of utter torture, and bends down to clasp his slender hands around the waist of the little brat.
“Up we go!” Such glee leaked from that malicious mouth as he heaved the boy upwards, at least into his arms and-
by God he was no Shizu-chan.
What was it with this city and manhandling him. In his own time; there was one man and one man only who dared lay a hand on him, let alone lift him up into his arms like he was something precious and yet... Everywhere he turned someone was laying a hand on him for some reason or other.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t say a word about it. As far as the flocks of people around them were concerned they were nothing more than a father and son enjoying the carnival... Oh how Izaya would hear about his displeasure later.
He was fuming behind his mask of a contented child a storm was raging against his chest. That sickening tone that dripped from feigned words served no purpose other than to remind him just who had the shorter end of this deal; his only solace in that quick flash of pain he saw as his nails broke skin.
Though he was given no time to gloat in his ‘victory’ before he felt the man’s hands close around his waist.
He wouldn’t dare.
.... Or he would. With no warning the boy found himself hoisted into the air and settled in Izaya’s arms; doing all he could to fight the humiliated burn from filling his face as he kept the well rehearsed smile painted where it should be. Izaya was a dead man.
In theory his position allowed him to scout out their target from a perfect vantage point, also allowing for close communication without suspicion but for all purposes... He was still being held in the arms of the older man, forced to sling his arms around Izaya’s neck to keep himself balanced and comfortable as his knees locked at the man’s hips. ... Dead. He was a dead man. Two could play this game. If Izaya was to have twisted amusement at his expense than why should he be the only one having to hold tight to character.
“Daddy!” He all but cooed in the man ear, shifting in his arms to lock eyes with the older man as though daring him to say a word. “Daddy I want to go closer....” He huffed, his gaze shifting to watch as their target finally stopped moving outside the petting zoo. “Please Daddy?”
[[Beelzebub Reclaimed]] - Closed for His Butler
@xnevermxre
It is better to reign in hell, than to serve in heaven.
“You must protect me always, never betray me, always obey my orders, and never lie”
He had thought it was simple. He had hardly thought his words confusing when he’d uttered them that dark night and yet the Earl found himself doubting his own clarity. By his standards, he would think that being left alone in a strange foriegn island in an unfamiliar era after being pulled through an unexplainable void in the dark counted as being betrayed… As not being protected. Counted as being lied to as far as their entire contract was concerned.
The first week he had given him grace, had given him time to find his way through dimensions but there was nothing. As weeks passed the Earl had grown bitter; had grown solidified in the fact that despite the burning purple contract sealed in his eye he had nothing to show for it. He could give command after command into the dark sky but there was no demon to do his bidding... He was in all essence
.... Alone ...
... It burned. Despite the initial carving of their contract having caused excruciating pain; it rarely gave him grief. As far as functionality and feeling both eyes were fundamentally the same... But that night it burned. Woken from the dead of sleep the Earl winced, opening his eyes as burning purple lit up the room; glowing with a effulgence that came only in his heaviest of commands. Groaning he sat, cupping his palm over his eye as though pressure might alleviate the pain but it was in vain. He didn’t need experience to know. He was being called.
.... He was finally here...
Pulling himself from the bed the Earl was quiet so not to wake the sleeping man in the other room, not needing to put up with Izaya just then. Pulling on the simple medical patch to suppress the glow and a housecoat over his sleeping clothes the boy slipped from the home and into the night.
He hadn’t been hard to find. The darkened streets glowing with the illumination of the lights overhead had cast a shadow on an all too familar figure. Tall; looming and dressed as sharp as any master could order stood his butler. His demon... His everything.
Despite the relief that washed over him at the sight of the man he still narrowed his eye, cerulean gaze burning with anger as he approached the figure, waiting for the all too customary bow; ready should the man try to do anything other than grovel.
“ You’re late, Sebastian”
“It is only when a man tames his own demons that he becomes the king of himself if not of the world.”
“Why do you suppose no one knows what punishment the Queen’s guard dog inflicts? It’s because dead men tell no tales.”
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