A/N: Just a short drabble I wrote because I'm in an angsty mood. Enjoy.
Embrace
Tears. They wouldn't stop.
Why wouldn't they stop?
The young Earl raised a hand, touching the wetness on his cheek. Over his fingers came more wetness, streaming down his face and dripping off his chin, onto his neck.
And he remembered.
Flames, so many flames. Everywhere he turned there were flames. Burning, suffocating.
Killing.
He hadn't cried that night, nor the next, nor the next. The numbness had taken over until there was nothing to feel.
Was this for that night? These tears that wouldn't cease?
There they were, standing with their arms around each other, smiling as always. Her golden hair waved gently in the breeze and he held up a hand in a wave.
And then the flames washed over them and they were no more.
"Young Master? Are you alright?"
The voice startled Ciel out of his visions and he raised his head, the tears still falling. "Sebastian." Was that his voice, so broken?
And then warm arms had enveloped him, wrapping around him like a blanket and holding him tightly to a firm chest.
Safe, he was safe.
He burrowed into the embrace, craving the warmth and security that was promised. He welcomed the soft lips upon his own and the tongue that gently sought its way into his mouth, caressing him, making him forget.
Only then did the tears finally cease.