#madamelioness

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

@themadamelioness

@allasticus

[chateaux-en-ciel]

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((Modern-verse. Hope you like it ^^))

Ciel scowled as he jabbed his finger on yet another artificial pine needle. Between those and the little metal hooks that also seemed to have it out for him, the thirteen-year-old knew his hand would be a bloody wreck by the end of the night. “Ow,” he muttered tonelessly, glaring at the fake pine.

“Aw, want me to kiss it better?” Lizzy asked, looking up from the string of tinsel she was unwinding.

“Why are you even offering? This is at least the fourth time,” Ciel pointed out, giving the tree another dirty look.

“I never run out of kisses for you, Ciel,” Lizzy quipped back happily. “Help me hang this, tinsel, kay?”

“Okay,” Ciel took one end of the shiny pink streamer, just barely grinning.

This was the first year he and Lizzy had done anything like this; every year, without fail, the Midfords decorated their tree together as a family, but this year Lizzy had wanted another tree in her room. In contrast to the huge, lush evergreen in the parlor, this one was small with branches white and shimmery as snow. And she’d wanted Ciel to help her decorate it.

So here they were in Lizzy’s room, with it’s pink walls dyed soft, sunset colors by warm lowlight of her lamps and Ipod speakers buzzing with an Ellie Goulding song.

As they strung the tinsel, Ciel looked across his side of the tree at Lizzy to find her beaming at him, angelic in her long white cardigan and tall pink socks. She was especially beautiful now, Ciel realized, because she was especially happy now. That was why Ciel was here—to make Lizzy happy. He didn’t care for Christmas or tree-trimming, but he cared for Lizzy.

They hung little gold and silver balls on the branches; they looked like stars. Ciel was mostly silent, and Lizzy only occasionally interjected happy chatter.

When they ran out of ornaments, Lizzy stepped back. Blonde curls bouncing, emerald eyes sparkling, milky cheeks flushed, she was exuberant. “It’s so wonderful, isn’t it?”

“It’s just a tree,” Ciel said and instantly regretted it. He could practically feel the army of stuffed animals on the bed behind him staring, judging his lackluster comment.

But Lizzy only turned to Ciel, petal-pink lips still curled up. “No, it’s our tree.” With that, she leaned forward to peck Ciel sweetly on the lips.

Seconds later, when Ciel looked back at the tree, he smiled. “It is a pretty nice tree, isn’t it?”