❝I’m so fancy.❞
❝You already know—❞
❝I’m so fancy.❞
❝You already know—❞
But I’m [only] h u m a n
And I b l e e d when I [fall] d o w n
I’m [only] h u m a n
And I c r a s h and I b r e a k [down]
Your w o r d s in my [head], k n i v e s in my [heart]
You b u i l d me [up] and then I [fall] a p a r t
’Cause I’m [only] h u m a n
If she responded to her empathy in a more appropriate way, she might have reassured the boy in a more concerning matter. “My apologies Mr. Phantomhive- but she wishes him to travel alone.” she said dully, turning to look at him once again. But, she was rather curious herself, as to why Her Majesty would receive Sebastian, she was already aware he was not human- and Paige had no incline that he was in violation of his contract. Perhaps, it was only a briefing, one that wouldn’t jeopardize everything Her Majesty has worked for. “It will be half a day’s travel and a full day of interaction for your butler.” she looked up through her eyelashes, “That is all I am able to disclose.”
❝Sebastian? All alone on this trip? Of course, I will allow it — but, Weatherlend, if this is some sort of damned plot — rest assured that I will have your head.❞ It was only natural for the young male to become a bit anxious at the notion of this; he did not remember the last time he had gone two hours without seeing his butler, much less two days. The blue-haired Earl was well aware that that raven could damn well take care of himself; it was he himself whom he was worried about. Of course, he wasn’t one to admit his incapability to perform basic tasks, particularly to the likes of Paige; he kept his insecurities at bay, only offering a sharp glare towards the general direction of the frail female in place of the complaints he wished he could voice.
A false smile strikes her lips as she sighs, fingers intertwining to support her chin. “Let’s attempt to keep professional.” Tilting her head to the side, Paige crosses her legs and leans back, “Her Majesty requests the presence of Sebastian; her reasons are unknown however absolute.”
Cue theconfused raise of a navy brow as he bit gently at his bottom lip; the look on his features was no longer one of contention but one of confusion and perhaps even the slightest bit of alarm. ❝Her Majesty would like me to send out my butler, but not myself?❞ Such odd terms; never had the Queen asked specifically for the boy’s butler before; or any of the Phantomhvie servants, for that matter. The Phantomhive household was typically regarded as one large…family of sorts — if you were to request one member of the home, you were essentially asking for the young Earl paired with at least his butler, if not the other four servants as well. But, as Paige had pointed out — the Queen’s orders were absolute, and Ciel was in no place to argue. ❝Oh, well. Please inform her that Sebastian and I shall arrive first thing in the morning.❞
“You sure prattle on more than you used to. A shame I came seeking one of your servants and not you.”
❝Is that so? Truly, what a shame.❞ Rolling a pair of cerulean blues to himself, the young male leaned back in his velvet armchair only to allow a small smirk to turn up the corners of his pale lips. ❝Though, I must ask — what business do you have with my servants? Their affairs are also my affairs; and, for the most part, this goes both ways between both parties. So, do tell; for I really must know.❞
❝Ah, Paige. It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it? I presume you have missed me just as much as I have missed you — not at all. Unless you’ve lied in saying that you are over me. In which case I imagine you’ve desired for me to be there with you quite a bit. Admittedly I am curious — which is it?❞
your вløøđsтαίиєđ hands
could [ touch ] me
so g e n t l y ?
❝I havearrived home safe and perfectly alright from my trip to Germany. I can’t say I am the world’s biggest fan of the country; but I cannot complain, either. The hospitality I received was no less than first-rate. Anyhow, I will now attend to all of the letters that were sent to my manor during my absence.❞
The tiny boy looked over at the blond as the older paraded through the manor’s doors, prancing about as if he owned the place. ’What the Hell?—’ The bluenette pondered, cerulean blues not leaving the fellow Earl’s physique. The blue-eyed prodigy had so many inquiries for the other brat; how had he gotten in here? Why was he here? How much trouble should Ciel prepare for today? The sharp-witted male determined that he would have to interrogate the other himself, as he was quite sure that the scantily clad noble would not spill a single answer to any butler but his own.
❝Trancy,❞ a voice growled, low with frustration and anger. ❝I will ask you once, and only once. What is your business here—? ❞
|Anonymous said: How old are you?|
❝I am thirteen years of age.❞ Why did this individual care abut his age—? Was it truly any of their concern? Oh, well; it was his duty to respond properly to the questions his visitors posed to him; the reasons they asked him these burdens were irrelevant.