Title: Inconstant Monochrome (1/1)
Characters: Ciel, Sebastian
Rating: K
Word Count: 350
Warnings/Spoilers: None that I can tell...
Summary: Ciel is tired and overworked with life. Sebastian helps.
A/N: Before you ask, I'm not fangirling over Black Butler; this was an art trade with my sister who drew a picture of Granby from Temeraire for me. It's an amazing picture (if you want to see it, I'll put it on my Tumblr.) But she wanted a Kuroshitsuji fanfic. I did the best I could after reading the first two books.
It was endless.
Ciel placed his head down on the desk. He'd just close his eyes for a minute. The asinine redundancy of everyday life was starting to eat away at his well-being. His days were filled with paperwork, signatures and tea cups.
Being the heir of the Phantomhive franchise wasn't all it was cracked up to be. It was dull, tedious, and any other redundant synonym that would describe his life.
As he slowly lost consciousness, lulled by the sounds of birds outside his window, he vaguely wondered what might happen if he were to jump off a building. Just take a flying leap off some tower, or maybe bridge, and have a brief rush of life to replace the greyness that had replaced his life.
Maybe there was something else that could give his life substance. Something to put colour back into his veins and make him happy again. Like a paintbrush, bringing him back into being, bringing him out of the page, no longer black and white.
He even dreamed dreams in monochrome. He was chased by black angels and white demons on fields of grey hopelessness. Or it was just a slash of red in black, looking down on him, reminding him of what the future held for him.
"Perhaps some coffee is in order?"
Ciel blinked, picking up his head off the desk.
Sebastian was kneeling near the desk, his hand placed gently on Ciel's head.
For once, Ciel was too tired to shove his arm off. He just put his head back under.
When he woke up the next time, he was in bed. Sebastian was sitting with his back to the bed, for all intents and purposes, pretending to doze.
In a haze of sleepyness, Ciel let his hand trail against Sebastian's suit, as if he needed to reassure himself his caretaker was still there.
The suit was silky and his hand slipped off as his eyes slipped shut for the third time. Dimly, he was aware of a cold hand grasping his own before fell into the greyscale dreamscape of his subconscious.