#forlornprodigy

[ominasapphirus]

" how could you feel anything? you were dead this entire time. " cruel words spat with no remorse, perhaps he had been far too harsh... blinded by hatred and revenge. out of the two, the young bluenette hadn't seemed one bit composed. in fact, immature.

" what's the point of arguing, then. nothing but a broken record. " truth had been told, maybe it was the first kindest truth he had spoken tonight. his expression softened, his fist released before exhaling a deep sigh.

‘ ℌow could you feel anything? You were dead this entire time. ’

A stillness enveloped the space between them for a while after Sirius concluded his remarks. One particular statement resonated painfully in Ciel's thoughts. The words were harshly brutal, akin to daggers laced with toxic venom—a sharp blade piercing his heart. Nevertheless…

Ciel's expression shifted from one of visible emotion to a mask of indifference as he watched his brother, who appeared to be grappling with his own composure. It was astonishing to consider that he had been bestowed the title of Earl Phantomhive, yet he struggled to maintain the demeanor expected of someone in such a prestigious position.

How callow.

‘ Did you wish for my death all this time? ’

A brief hesitation occurred as the Earl advanced a step closer to his brother. Then he took another step. And yet another.

‘ Do you feel nothing now that I've returned? Do you think me a monster? That, simply because I am the way that I am now, I cannot feel anything? Do you not recall what the Undertaker had told you about his creations? ’

[corvus--coraxx]

[pin]

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Exquisite. The cramped space of the supply closet left little room between the tight squeeze of their bodies. A lack of light heightened every sensation ; every gasped breath sounded like a symphony, the flutter of his young master's heart like the beat of a hummingbird's wings, even the irritated clenching of back molars could be heard. Acrid smells of harsh chemicals mingled pleasantly with the powdery scent of the boy's skin and the florals of his shampoo. ❛❛ I apologize for my sudden roughness, ❜❜ murmured the butler, lungs filling with agreeable breaths and his mouth with strands of slate-blue hair, that's how closely they were pressed together, ❛❛ unexpected members of the staff turned the corner and I could not risk us being seen. ❜❜ Faint sound of conversation taking place on the other side of the door prompted the butler to crowd further, body protectively shielding the smaller one pressed to his chest. There was the faint clatter of materials behind them as the space between their bodies lessened. A leg had wrapped around his waist in an effort to keep from falling, and Sebastian's gloved hand snapped forward to lift the other from the ground to minimize the amount of noise that could stop the conversation outside.  Oh dear... it seemed as if they would be stuck in the position for a while if the members on the other side of the door were going to discuss holiday plans.

[puritates]

[ TWIRL ]

Reasons to Carry Someone

It had taken no small amount of distractions, bribes, and promises of indulging to stave off one of Lizzie's explosive tantrums when she was told that Ciel wasn't going to be available to her upon her unannounced visit. Despite her willful selfishness, she knew that her betrothed was often busy with boring, tedious desk work and she'd tried so very hard to be patient... but only so much patience could be expected from her!! A few more hours, the butler promised her. She only needed to hold out for a few more hours.

When the amusement of playing dress-up with the servants had dried up and Lizzie grew tired of pretending to read, it fell upon the lady herself to create her own distraction, or else the ticking of the clock would drive her insane. It was there in the quiet of the sitting room that the blonde began to mime the steps of a waltz — practice for later when she planned to twist the young Earl's arm into dancing with her. So lost in her own world, she didn't hear the doors creak open, nor the chuckle of an amused butler as she danced with gilded ghosts in her mind.

Blonde pigtails whirled as she spun away from the hand of an imaginary gentleman — then froze stock still as she noticed the glacier-blue eye watching her. Ah, since when had he been there? Words failed her as her mouth opened and closed, scrambling for a coherent thought; It was pointless, when Ciel took a step towards her, she had nothing to say — could hardly think from the rising embarrassment.

The pale hand at her waist was a surprise but there was no helping the gasp that left her when her feet left the ground for a brief moment. The hold on her was steadier than she could have imagined, the weightlessness of being held, spun in a graceful circle. Where had this come from? What had she done to earn this? It didn't matter. The warmth that spread through her and exploded out in giggles outweighed her racing mind.

When her shoes met the floor again, the Earl had only a moment to breathe before Lizzie's arms wrapped around him and crushed him in a hug.

"Ciel, that was marvelous!! Do you have any idea how charming that was, you darling boy?! You — you lifted me!! You spun me! Ooooh, that felt like a moment from theatre, how completely wonderful! You should do that the next time we go to a party, you simply must do that in a ballroom! Promise me!"

[corvus--coraxx]

The Earl got up from his seat, pushing his chair back before approaching the tall figure, a smirk plastered upon his lips. A devilish smile, a familiar one playing upon his facial features. "I wonder how many lies you spewed up in your time." A sudden shift in his tone, playful yet intrigued, his dainty fingers gripping the demon's necktie and pulling it rather roughly. "I bet the amount of lies you told every human could fill up an ocean. Slowly pulling them into darkness, watching them slowly descend until they drown. But there's always beauty in destruction, one might say it can be a masterpiece." He pulled tighter, closer.

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❛❛ Hundreds, ❜❜ the butler replied easily, voice even and without a hitch of surprise as svelte digits wrapped around the fabric of his tie to pull him closer, ❛❛ thousands. ❜❜ Carmine, half-lidded, continued their hungry assessment of his charge. Sapphire blue, alight with passion and disgust as factual accusations were thrown his way, met the demon's gaze without an ounce of fear. Without apprehension. Others they had met during their travels together often refused to meet his gaze for longer than what was necessary, but never him. Never this fearless and foolish boy. ❛❛ But to you, ❜❜ Sebastian murmured, ❛❛ I have said not one. You made sure of that in our contract. Even in the aftermath of the horrors you had just witnessed, and much smaller then as you are now, you were clever enough to silence a demon's silver tongue. ❜❜ The candlelight illuminating the scene glinted off the pointed tips of his fangs.

[corvus--coraxx]

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

ㅤㅤㅤBad dogs got punished. ㅤㅤㅤPerhaps he had made a comment too biting, or that he spoke his mind too often when it was not asked for, or simply it was because his tiny master was a sadist. Either way, Sebastian supposed it was somewhat his fault for the position he was currently in: kneeling on one leg in a sign of submission, eyes downcast with the leather straps of a muzzle obscuring half of his face. ㅤㅤㅤ❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours, ❜ had been the only bit of warning before it was clasped behind his head. The curl of the boy's simper was maddening as accursed blue stared down at him as if he really was nothing more than a mutt.  ㅤㅤㅤA violet tinged gaze snapped up, and lips parted to ask if this pleased his master, but the very pointed expression on those youthful features told him that he was now allowed to speak.  ㅤㅤㅤHow... humiliating.

[corvus--coraxx]

"But that's just it, isn't it. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks merely portions of the truth in order to deceive another individual is a craftsman of destruction. But I guess it takes one to know one." His last words laced with a certain tone that caused the Earl to grin, a devilish smile upon his lips.

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❛❛ Indeed, it is a fiendish talent to posses, and one that so few of your kind are able to skillfully wield.  ❜❜ The grin exchanged between master and butler matched, though the latter's had mingled with something unrecognizable: not exactly pride, nor was it awe, but perhaps a strange mixture of the two. It appeared for only a moment before softened features became firm and once more he was a professional that had been hired to carry out a specific set of tasks. ❛❛ A serpent's tongue to charm your way into Eden, hm? And poisoned fangs to unleash hell upon the Garden of Bliss once you arrive. ❜❜

[corvus--coraxx]

“ The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true. ”

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❛❛ ...until that lie becomes the truth... That is a promise written in our contract, yes ? ❜❜

[corvus--coraxx]

" must be a heavy burden to wear a human skin all the time. tell me, how do you tame that beast besides playing an act, or have you mastered the arts of playing human? " the corner of the earl's lips curved into a grin, leaning forward as he captured the demon's gaze.

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A minuscule twitch to an eyebrow — the only indication of the butler's annoyance. The barely-there motion would have been easy to miss had one not been looking for it. Aside from that, his expression was one he wore often, be it in front of guests or when he did not have the patience to deal with the situation at hand: polite, easy, and open. It seemed as if his young master favored playing games this afternoon over tending to the many piles of paperwork scattered across his desk. ❛❛ Are we not both mastering an act as we go along ? ❜❜ Muted crimson made a lazy trail down to the sapphire adorning the boy's small thumb. Oh, little lord... those that live in glass houses ought to think twice before throwing stones.