A/N: Yep. This is a followup to MORE THEN A BUTLER. I mean... I guess it doesn't really matter if you read it or not but... yeah. It's supposed to be a followup, kk? Just drabble.... I guess... I'm not sure.
Crimson eyes, ones that usually brimmed with hatred and spite now lovingly cooed down unto the small porcelain doll that lay before them. The small body gently lifting with each even breath, the butler's heart fluttering with joy the single moment the thin little torso rose to show signs of life. Everything on him was perfect. The soft, pale face lay in pure order. Despise, hatred, and want for revenge subsiding whenever those lids fluttered closed and the lips parted ever so slightly to indicate that the little one had fallen into a dream. And such a wondrous face. His nose petite, bending gently up to deliberately bare joy to his eyes. Mismatched gems that sat within their sockets as they glanced down upon the world behind infuriated, ruffled brows. Even his hands were flawless. The way they gently coiled into fists, light of the moon cascading darkened shadows upon them. The rays shimmering gently against the ring that sat upon the boy's thumb. The sign of his power, and yet also his weakness.
The butler tilted his head and smiled He had always known that this bantam one was molded and wrought just for his use. His lips puckered and gently pushed themselves unto the young ones forehead. There his lips rested, gently wishing the warmth from his lungs unto the boy's chilled skin. A hic was emitted from the youth's small chest, and the hand's that lay within tangled sheets rose to clench to the other's attire. "Sebastian..." The voice scarcely breaking silence, lids still heavy and covered with sleep. "My Master." He answered, shifting his position to better caress the boy. The youngster emitted a small yawn as his body was volitionally pressed into his butler's chest. A grin pressed upon the butler's face. Lip's creasing and bedewed eyes shutting, the butler's nose within the boys mop of turquoise locks. The fresh scent of tea and spices wafting into his nostrils.
"Sebastian..." The boy's eyes gazed up, moonlight gently defining every detail of his chromatic eyes. One the color of the sea, the pupil like a ship lost in a storm. Violently being churned with each blink or glance, never to find it's way home through the rigid waves of the iris. The other shined bright, the color of roses. The color of love. How ironic that a thing that meant to mock the boy so was now the one thing he clinged to, the one thing he craved, the one thing that would never betray him or whisper florescent shimmering lies within his ears. And those eyes were the things that said what needed to be said. The things that finally caused the demon to close his eyes and allow a single drop to run down his cheek as his smile quivered and rose further to the sky. And those "things" were then gently shut and nudged into the demon's chest. "My Sebastian." And then all fell silent but the sound of unwavering breath.
Yeah... So I pretty much figured Ciel would never be the real mushy romance type. I mean... I would guess that he would say he loved Sebastian, but not very often. He would be more to show it. Say something like. "Word's are meaningless if not backed up by thought." Or some crazy muthafuckin insane 12 yr old mamble jamble along those lines.