Two drabble things that I wrote in Geometry class.
Warning: Self-harm but seriously, it's nothing graphic at all. Not. At. All. Promise.
Ciel threw himself into his pillows, whimpering. He knew what he did was awful but he wasn't sure how else to handle it. It was a momentary lapse in his self-control. Now what was he supposed to do? Any moment, Sebastian would come in and wake him up. And there was no way in hell the butler's sharp eyes would miss the red stains on the sheets or Ciel's sleeves. The young earl supposed he could order Sebastian not to mention it again but that wouldn't stop the demon from knowing. There was nothing Ciel could do now but wait.
Sebastian's days all started the same. With waking up his little master. He wasn't complaining. However, something was different this morning. Instead of his keen ears picking up light breathing, he heard small whimpers coming from the other side of the door. But what worried him the most was the scent… It was familiar but he couldn't quite place it. The slight traces of a metallic smell drew him in, though he knew it shouldn't. Standing dumbly, he realized what it was. It smelt like blood and it smelt like Ciel. Eyes widening, he burst into his young master's bedroom.
How was it? Should I continue?