Sebastian x Ciel.
Tea for two. Dictionary looking up love- "ahh-here it is…Love"
"Love alters not with its brief hours and weeks
But bears it out to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved." -Shakespeare.
There are two kinds of human in this world- the dangerous and the useless.
If need be, I could name several in the latter category. But, there are very few in the former one.
It takes a very particular and special being with some power to be in the dangerous category. Or even potentially dangerous. They have to be sly and somewhat impudent. They can't give in and…need to be very good at chess. And must be approximately be around the age of adolescence. They also need to enjoy Earl Grey tea and cute desserts.
…They… need to be short,…and wear an eye patch and- the Devil, who am I describing?
I sighed heavily setting down a platter in the cluttered room littered with the debris of blown up machinery, formerly visible as a kitchen. Damn you, Bard. Damn you.
Unfortunately though, there are very few people who wear an eye patch and are that young…so I guess I can only say I've come to know- "Sebastian!" -one.
Ciel Phantomhive-head of the Phantomhive household. Owner of the Funtom toy company for human children. The delicious human childr-
"Sebastian!"Ugh. Coming my lord. I swiftly hurried out the kitchen doors and down the broad hallway to the young master's study.