A special day: The Debutant ball - Snippets
Context: Snippets set somewhere between the Vampire incident and the start of Blue Cult arc.
I.
Fluffy dresses, bright-colored fabrics, silks and other ornaments. The upcoming debutant ball marked the start of a new season, and the gentle British society was already anticipating the festivities.
Fabrics flew around. Elizabeth's bird-like voice filled the room as she chirped happily.
"It's the most important moment for a lady only surpassed by her wedding day!β¨πΈ My friend is the first one to finally debut, so we have to make her day a big one!!β₯οΈ"
Sitting down, Ciel Phantomhive was far more interested in the rich flavor and aroma of the tea; spiced notes steaming from his delicate teacup and warming his fingers. He didn't care for the silly protocol of the nobility, and he didn't need to find a wife (as he was already betrothed to Lizzie), so the debutant ball was of no use or interest for him.
The only reason he was humoring Elizabeth was because that was his duty.
II.
There''s lively classical music at Buckingham Palace, and many nobles are gathered in a luxurious-looking hall. At the door, a coach arrives and as the door opens, Ciel Phantomhive can be seen getting down, wearing his hair back and an elegant suit that matches his FiancΓ©s'. He turns to offer his hand, helping Elizabeth down. She wears a gentle yellow dress with ribbons and laces in baby blue, pigtails high, and a hat to match her outfit.
They enter, and at some point Sebastian is behind them, wearing his usual butler attire. His demeanor and posture reveal he's there as a servant, so he keeps his distance from the children.
Elizabeth is overly excited, pointing out at all the dresses, the decoration, and everything that catches her eye. She's marvelous at socializing; gently but excitedly greeting familiar faces on behalf of Ciel too. This causes the Earl of Phantomhive to be both already tired and a little relieved at least he isn't expected to do it himself.
Sebastian leans down when Lizzie is away, to tease Ciel a little bit about the responsibilities of a nobleman, and how it's only natural to accompany his fiancΓ© to such events. Ciel snarls a very irritated "I know that!!!", turning around to either get away from Sebastian or go find Lizzie.
All he has to do is endure.
III.
"Oh! Apologies, madam-"
Walking absentmindedly, and quite frankly slightly dissociated to avoid overstimulating himself with the bright lights, colors and background noise; the unfortunate young earl accidentally bumps into a person, causing the wine glass in her delicate hand to tip and spill all over the beaded dress.
Recognition works faster than common sense. The incredibly intricate dress is not that of a child despite the size of this person; and the white lace veil covering her head results all too familiar. Despite not looking at the features, he knows who this woman is.
"Lady Van Helsing."
No words; the red stain draws a bright shape across her chest and down the bodice, covering the gentle thread holding together intricate patterns built on top of the damask.
"Please, forgive me. I did not see you."
Though the bitter flavour of his stolen case persists, in public Ciel cannot be anything but a gentleman. The name of his family is, after all, resting on his shoulders.
"Unfortunate." It's her only reply; Ciel can only catch glimpses of her eyes and face, but he can tell she's looking down at the dress.
"Allow me to remedy this posthaste, My lady."
IV.
Cerulean. Altagrazia's eyes are a very specific, very unique shade of blue. Sebastian doesn't often pay attention to the features of humans he meets along his way (really, they couldn't be more insignificant) but for some reason he's noticed that small detail.
His master has very annoying blue eyes too (eye, singular, as the other has been infected already with the seal of his covenant).
It had been a rather boring order. "Sebastian, see that the Lady's dress is restored immediately." And he could have done it in a blink if he wasn't repressed by the child's annoying request to do things "the proper way".
So he sat on the chair, religiously brushing the beads with a wet rag, feeling the annoying cerulean eyes on the back of his neck.
Humans are annoying already, but a woman staring so intently he can feel it, carrying a handgun with blessed rounds, and wearing so many blessed trinkets he's dizzy being in the same room as her is something that, for some reason, causes the faintest trace of anger inside his misshapen consciousness.
He would do it in a blink if she wasn't here. He likes impressing humans with how little effort it takes him to do anything.
The stench of godly energy revolts him, but he can't let any of that bleed through his perfect butler demeanor. So he stands up with a perfectly rehearsed smile, presenting to perfectly white dress to the lady.
"It's all ready, my lady. Please, allow me to help you get dressed."
"Impressive."
"A Phantomhive butler who can't complete a measly task such as restoring this dress to its original glory isn't worthβ"
"You missed a spot."
Silence. His eyes go back to the dress just for show; he knows he missed a spot, but a job too well done was unrealistic. How annoying, to sacrifice easily obtained perfection for the sake of realism and be called out for it.
"Right there."
A delicate finger points at a tiny purplish patch.
"Indeed. Please, forgive me. Although I must say, I didn't think a woman of such strong faith would let herself be vain. As vanity is a sin."
"So is sloth."
What an infuriating woman.
V.
"I've finished cleaning it again. Is this satisfactory for you, madam?"
A fake smile, a tilt of the head. The perfect image of good manners and elegance. It's annoying she's not swooning. Clearly, this human is not normal.
It's welcomed, though. Annoyance, any trace of curiosity, it feels entertaining.
"Allow me."
The lady is dressed perfectly, improvements made to her hair and makeup while in Sebastian's care. Whatever he touches he can improve. He's far superior.
He bows down respectfully as he excuses himself, getting ready to leave the lady.
The way her annoying cerulean peeks from under the lace starts to be a little tiring, and if he wasn't the beast he is, he would say it's unnerving.
It's fixated, unblinking, covered in the delicate white patterns of the veil but visible to his eyes.
Okay. He'll take the bait.
"I cannot help but notice you've been staring at me, Lady Van Helsing. Is there something on my face? I fear if you continue someone might misunderstand the nature of your interest. It's not proper for a lady."
Silence. Blue. She doesn't blink, is she human? Maybe she's not. The faint idea of this woman being one of Undertaker's dolls passes his mind. Maybe that's why she seems so fixated on his young master and himself.
"..."
Silence. Blue. The lace seems to become more transparent the longer he stares into her eyes under the veil. She's odd, but Sebastian would have known immediately if she wasn't alive. He has only touched her through clothes and fabric, but he would have known by now if she was a reanimated corpse.
Silence. Blue. Cerulean blue. When did he start staring? A motion at last; her thin arm rises up, a make-shift gun formed with her dainty silk-covered fingers. He can see her lips stretch a little under the veil, is she smiling? Her face seems to not move.
"Bang."
Confusion; his head tilts. This human must be insane.
"What's your name?"
"I'm merely the Phantomhive Household's head butler. My name is Sebastian Miβ"
"I mean your real name. The name I can leash you with."
"... Excuse me?"
Blue; unblinking. She stares too hard, to the point it's physical. Like hands pointing at him, like being forced to take a shape just so the cerulean can perceive him. He, who is nothing, who is only a mirror, an illusion, an avatar; forced to confront eyes that seem to perceive the beast under the layers.
"You are very bad at this.
You're very obvious.
Your kind always is.
But you cannot escape the eyes of God.
They are upon you.
And I've seen you with them.
And now I shall never take them off you for as long as I live.
Until judgement is casted."
VI.
"UGHHHHHHHβ" Exhaustion. Ciel Phantomhive ruffles his own hair as he sits on his desk, looking down at some leftover work he must complete before retiring.
"How I bloody detest those ridiculous parties. I'm still dizzy from being spun around."
"Why, sir, you were the star of the evening. All those frenzied mamΓ‘s were fighting each other to introduce their freshly debuted daughters to you. It was quite entertaining to watch."
A snarl, but Ciel decides to focus on the piece of cake before him, rather than the annoying words of his dog.
"I hate to owe him anything, but that bastard Van Helsing taking them all away saved me from a very grim destiny, I fear I'll have to thank him next time I see him."
The memory of the crowd pushing young girls around so he'd meet them haunted him. Fortunately for the young earl, the newly arrived Baron Van Helsing had appeared just in time, and flirted his way into the mob to lure away those women. It had been intentional, he knew, but while he would recognize the favour, Ciel would not owe him shit.
"Speaking of... I have a rather strange feeling about the family."
Those words caught the boy's attention.
"How so?"
"A family dedicated to the control of the undead, working for the crown to take out vampires, ghouls, zombies, even demons... It sounds an awful lot like a certain acquittance of ours could be benefiting from such knowledge."
Ciel seems to contemplate those words. He, too, remembers having an eery feeling every time he was in the presence of the Van Helsing family.
Their arrival at court seemingly overnight, and their very strange familiarity with a supernatural world anyone else would find a fantasy...
It was a reach, but if they were so familiar with such beasts, who said they didn't have alliances with a rogue Grim Reaper who was dedicated to making undead? If they could pose any sort of threat to the crown, him or his revenge by helping the Undertaker (or by threatening his very useful pet demon,) then he couldn't stay put.
"Sebastian. This is an order. I want you to meticulously investigate the Van Helsing family, and figure out if they're an enemy to the Phantomhive earldom. If they are, I expect you to swiftly deal with them."
"Yes, my Lord."













