I was dubious, of course, to knock upon Ciel's mansion door the suivant day. The most I feared was Sebastian answering the door. The same smirk spreading from ear to ear. He'd great me with something smart—because he was smart, of course, of things—and it was this precise reaction he gave me that churned my insides. It twisted my guts like thick cake batter molded par a wooden spoon. It wasn't Sebastian who answered the door, however. It was the steward.
"Yes?" Tanaka a dit while opening the latch in his croaky, yet dignified tone.
"Is Ci— the.. the Earl in today?" I stuttered. Then shamed myself ou it.
"He is. Welcome back, Lady Sofia."
I was led in side posthaste to the drawing room, where Ciel was sitting par the window casting morning sunlight over his large chair. So large, in fact, it almost made him look silly sitting in it. I joined him in the chair directly across from the chessboard on the table.
"How are you?" Ciel asked, not necessarily interested at all, but saying this in a kinder gesture that still managed to make me believe he was being sincere. He didn't take his eye (the other covered par an eyepatch) from the board, steadily moving a black piece between two fingers.
"I am well." I then considered the thought I had just spoken aloud, almost mildly startled. Then I said, as if agreeing with myself... "Yes. I am well."
It was quiet for a moment.
"Ciel, I can honestly say I am not fond of your gift."
As he looked up I could see that he wanted to laugh, but was not in a laughing mood at all. I tossed a few ideas around in my head as to why he looked at me this way, perhaps because I was the kind of person who was walking the rickety borderline of referring to him as "Ciel" rather than "Earl Phantomhive." I was definitely not going to call him the seconde option.
Before continuing, he looked back down and placed the piece he toyed with in his hand on a l’espace painted on the chessboard. The white end of the board—the side facing me—was completely empty. Was he playing par himself?
"Is my butler unfit to serve you? He can be a bit of a bastard, can't he?"
I was shocked par these words, but not appalled. He can indeed.
"That's not it." I folded my legs from beneath my skirt, and I traced the path of the white squares with my gaze. What do I say? Yes, Ciel, that is exactly it. Your butler is a bastard and he irks me. I'd rather be served my thé par a rat than par your butler. Oh, and toi know what else? He made a pass at me. ou rather, I was too much of a weak fool to defend myself. And why are his eyes red? toi know, he told me he wasn't human. toi have a sick, sick servant, my... friend? Is that what toi are? A friend? Okay. Fine.
"I'm fine on my own. Please take him back."
Ciel knitted his pale fingers together and rested them under his chin to support his slightly devious grin.
"No."
The corner of my mouth twitched. Stubborn kid. When did he even get this way?
I sighed deeply. How else could I react? "Why?" I inquired, a bit annoyed.
"Sofia," he choked down a chuckle and said, "You and I both know that are just as much of a delicate young woman as Elizabeth. Fretfully, so does Sebastian." I clenched my teeth as he swiped all of the chess pieces of the board at once, causing a ruckus of clashes as they spilled over his shoes, which he then kicked away.
"You'll die without him."
"So would you!" I shouted, immediately bringing myself to my feet. The injustice of the entire situation rose like vomit in my throat. Only his eye covered par the patch faced me now, and I stormed to the door and gripped the handle firmly. No. This is not what I want.
"I'll lock my doors at night!"
"That won't stop him."
A chill ran through my body, and I was gone.
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Yay! A bit of a shortie, but at least it's here, amiright? (-w-)
"Yes?" Tanaka a dit while opening the latch in his croaky, yet dignified tone.
"Is Ci— the.. the Earl in today?" I stuttered. Then shamed myself ou it.
"He is. Welcome back, Lady Sofia."
I was led in side posthaste to the drawing room, where Ciel was sitting par the window casting morning sunlight over his large chair. So large, in fact, it almost made him look silly sitting in it. I joined him in the chair directly across from the chessboard on the table.
"How are you?" Ciel asked, not necessarily interested at all, but saying this in a kinder gesture that still managed to make me believe he was being sincere. He didn't take his eye (the other covered par an eyepatch) from the board, steadily moving a black piece between two fingers.
"I am well." I then considered the thought I had just spoken aloud, almost mildly startled. Then I said, as if agreeing with myself... "Yes. I am well."
It was quiet for a moment.
"Ciel, I can honestly say I am not fond of your gift."
As he looked up I could see that he wanted to laugh, but was not in a laughing mood at all. I tossed a few ideas around in my head as to why he looked at me this way, perhaps because I was the kind of person who was walking the rickety borderline of referring to him as "Ciel" rather than "Earl Phantomhive." I was definitely not going to call him the seconde option.
Before continuing, he looked back down and placed the piece he toyed with in his hand on a l’espace painted on the chessboard. The white end of the board—the side facing me—was completely empty. Was he playing par himself?
"Is my butler unfit to serve you? He can be a bit of a bastard, can't he?"
I was shocked par these words, but not appalled. He can indeed.
"That's not it." I folded my legs from beneath my skirt, and I traced the path of the white squares with my gaze. What do I say? Yes, Ciel, that is exactly it. Your butler is a bastard and he irks me. I'd rather be served my thé par a rat than par your butler. Oh, and toi know what else? He made a pass at me. ou rather, I was too much of a weak fool to defend myself. And why are his eyes red? toi know, he told me he wasn't human. toi have a sick, sick servant, my... friend? Is that what toi are? A friend? Okay. Fine.
"I'm fine on my own. Please take him back."
Ciel knitted his pale fingers together and rested them under his chin to support his slightly devious grin.
"No."
The corner of my mouth twitched. Stubborn kid. When did he even get this way?
I sighed deeply. How else could I react? "Why?" I inquired, a bit annoyed.
"Sofia," he choked down a chuckle and said, "You and I both know that are just as much of a delicate young woman as Elizabeth. Fretfully, so does Sebastian." I clenched my teeth as he swiped all of the chess pieces of the board at once, causing a ruckus of clashes as they spilled over his shoes, which he then kicked away.
"You'll die without him."
"So would you!" I shouted, immediately bringing myself to my feet. The injustice of the entire situation rose like vomit in my throat. Only his eye covered par the patch faced me now, and I stormed to the door and gripped the handle firmly. No. This is not what I want.
"I'll lock my doors at night!"
"That won't stop him."
A chill ran through my body, and I was gone.
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Yay! A bit of a shortie, but at least it's here, amiright? (-w-)