Si deus me relinquit,
Ego deum relinquo.
A single blue eye gazed at the ceiling. At the three in the morning it was a guarantee that anyone above middle class was certainly sleeping. The silk of the nightshirt the boy wore and the multi faceted crystals of the chandelier in the large room assured that the occupant was of no less than aristocracy. The string undoubtedly connected to a servant's bell confirmed such.
"I can hear them," Ciel whispered. The newfound Earl Phantomhive and her Majesty the Queen's watch dog. His hand clutched the eye patch over his right eye. The gold signet ring on the hand only further aggravated him. It was the only ring besides the blue diamond heirloom that had survived the burning. "Our father who-, "he muttered teeth shaking, "art in," and stopped. He quickly jerked up grabbing the blankets on the bed with his left arm and wrapped it around him.
Solus oppressus nigram clavem habere potest,
Omnias ianuas praecludo
Sic omnias precationes obsigno.
Finally, he reached out and pulled the string. Sebastian should be here any moment; it was part of the contract. Within minutes a single knock on the mahogany door was heard before it slid open. Steady footsteps echoed from the pair perfectly polished shoes until they reached the foot of the bed. Ciel looked up as the figure blocked his line of vision.
"Yes, my Lord?" Sebastian answered. The slight hint of amusement shone through the speaker's tone. He extended a gloved hand to brush aside the fabric.
"Don't touch me!" Ciel shouted slapping away the appendage. He shivered underneath the layers and breathed heavily. Sebastian red eyes hardened their gaze and his previous smirk dropped.
"My, my, young master, I assume that this is the behavior of an Earl?" spoke Sebastian, "Praying in the dead of night." When he heard no response he continued, "Ironic isn't it. What do you expect in response? Or are you longing for the hope you've forsaken."
"No." The word rang clear in the room as they left Ciel.
"Do you have a command my Lord?" Sebastian asked bending down. He looked at Ciel's still frame. The boy refused to move a single muscle. "If there is none, I shall be taking my leave." With that he stood and turned around. Before he could take a step small fingers gripped the fabric of his trousers.
"Don't leave," Ciel said, "that is an order."
The night ended in silence.
Sed
qui me defendet?
Ab me terribilissimo ipse.
Story End
Thank you very much for taking the time to read. This is loosely based off the recent chapters of Ciel and Sebastian getting used to their new lives. Any comments on how I portrayed Ciel or Sebastian are always welcome along with any thoughts on the fanfiction. A review would be much appreciated, even if it is very brief.