"You really ought to stop drinking like this." Ciel murmured as he gazed forlornly down at the mound of covers. The smell of alcohol positively permeated the man's bedroom, making the boy's nose cringe in disgust.
"Sebastian." He murmured tiredly, crouching down to sit beside the drunken mass. The bundle curled further in on itself, blankets shifting as the form tilted onto it's side, facing away from him.
The teen let out an annoyed sigh, sitting down beside the devil.
"Drinking like this isn't going to help…" He whispered, turning his back to lean against the man's. "You know it's only going to make this worse."
"Maybe I don't want to get better." the man's hoarse voice muffled.
Ciel gave a soft sigh, relaxing a bit as the man finally spoke. "I used to feel like that.." he mused, a slight laugh. "I preferred delusions of happiness, of remembering things as they were before….but then…."
Sebastian's long frame turned, glancing over his shoulder at the ashen-haired boy.
"But then what?"
The teen tilted his head aside, allowing his dual-colored irises to take in those glowing rubies, gazing at him. His eyes had sunken in so sullenly since the last time he had seen his face. The demon had hidden himself away for months, laying here in a drunken heap. Ciel could finally see a touch of clarity flicker across the demon's expression.
The boy gave a soft smile, his hand hesitantly patting the man's shoulder. "You found me remember? I had you…Sebastian…you brought me back to life." He whispered against the raven's ear.
"But I didn't." the butler whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "I only killed you off in the end."
"Sebastian…" The boy turned to gaze at the man, shaking his head slowly. "I'm still here…"
"No you're not…." The demon growled, sitting up hurriedly as his crimson eyes gazed into those transparent irises once again. The boy's form dissipating from his vision as the moonlight filtering in from the windows, shimmered across the remnants of broken bottles, feathers scattered over the floor as the bed remained torn, it's sheets shredded in a rage.
Silent tears streamed down the devil's face as his eyes trained on the solitary shirt that lay untouched beside him. The only thing that still smelled solely of him.
His hands clenched into fists in his lap, his eyes closing as a strangled roar left his lips.
"And it's because of me…." he hissed as sober thoughts overwhelmed him.
But why do you haunt me so? Is it not enough you took my heart with you? Did you have to consume it as I consumed you?