Brittle Little Pieces
AN: Don't own it. Just trying to play with the glorious characters.
Sighing at the clumsiness of a certain bespectacled redhead, Sebastian picked up another sharp and brittle piece of ceramic. The vase had been very expensive and precious, and it was no more. He was very careful not to cut his hands on the sharp pieces. Large chunks and delicate wisps of shard alike were swept into his caring hands, leaving just the wilting flowers and the water to wipe up.
He deposits the debris of the vase into a nearby garbage pail and picked up one of the flowers, examining it for a moment.
White Lily. Representing innocence and purity. It was wet from the water, drowned and dying, and it wilted neatly in his hands from the barest touch. It was remarkable really how easy innocence wilted.
All it took were enough brittle pieces and the lily would die.
The vase had tipped.
His parents had burned.
It had crashed to the ground.
He had been captured and branded.
It had shattered.
He had sold his soul and vowed to get revenge.
The white lily had drowned.
Ciel's sense of childlike purity was forever lost.
Sebastian slams his hand down and feels a piece of glass he must have carelessly missed delve deep into his flesh.
Was this pity?
Was this regret?
Was this care and affection?
"Sebastian, I'm hungry. Make me something to eat."
"Certainly Sir."
Ciel had come from his study to make this demand, and when he noticed the red on that glove, he frowned.
"Clumsy are we? You ought to be more careful."
"My most sincere apologies Young Master. I will be more observant in the future."
"Let me see." The boy grabs the offending hand and without warning pulls the glass out, making the butler wince and the boy to chuckle.
"Sorry. Really you are so funny. You've had way worse than this." He pats the hand of his butler and walks away.
"I want cake. Preferably chocolate. Please clean that up more first."
"It is the dominant hand sir. I shall have better luck with a little help."
"Fine. Come here." Ciel stomps of to the nearest bathroom and runs water from the faucet, impatiently waiting for Sebastian to wash the cut.
"Do you always carry bandages around?"
"Yes, or course? If my Master was injured and I had no way to tend to him, then what kind of butler would I be?"
"I see." Ciel takes the clean fabric and wraps a section around the small wound, biting his lip while he worked.
"I'm flattered by your concentration."
"Shut up. You're so clumsy."
"Yes, I daresay you said so before, Master."
The Earl scowls and pulls the bandage tight.
"There. Now the cake."
Sebastian smiles, feeling cheered from his earlier thoughts. He places the healed hand on the boy's cheek and watches with delight as the child sputters in outrage and embarrassment.
"Much better. My sincerest thanks."