Eyes raking over the blubbering mess that was the Bengali prince, the child sucks in a breath, exhaling deeply as he mutters incoherently of how ridiculous Soma was behaving, how inevitable this departure was.
Better now than later, right?
But that does not cease the familiar ache which haunted his chest, sorrow prominent in the earl's features. For once, the boy does little to conceal it, wavering gaze only disappearing as Ciel finally approaches Soma, his steps slow and remorseful. As he reaches close proximity, the little earl finds himself fixated on the elder, a porcelain hand hesitantly reaching to caress the prince's handsome, moistened, visage, ringed thumb wiping away a stray tear. To feel, to touch, to comfort.. this was both a first and last experience. This painful separation was exactly what he had warned Soma of. The fool. The child had simply stated that he was moving—to a place in which he mustn't be followed— and the royal had reacted rather violently in turn, Ciel only able to sooth his wails with a trail of lies.
I'll come and visit.
You can send me letters as soon as we're settled in.
I will inform you of the address.
—Aah.. But that wasn't the case, was it? It is but a time until long, thick lashes flutter to a close, toes lifting the child as he graces the prince's lips (willingly, might I add) with his own, little hands firmly grasping the other's face as though to keep from farewell; he could taste the salty, wet tears from his 'best friend's' insistent sobbing in return. The lingering kiss was as long, passionate, and affectionate as one can delude themselves to believe (though the actual details are confidential), and the Phantomhive slowly lets go. His voice is as calm and steady as always,
"… Good bye, Soma."
The Earl weeps for no one.
Immediately the boy swerves away, moving towards his devilish, black clad butler, a carriage awaiting his arrival, suitcases resting at his feet. And then Ciel does something so uncharacteristic one would think it to be an illusion: he smiles.
More a ghost of a smile—a sad smile—but a smile nonetheless, and the blue haired boy departs without a second glance, Sebastian following through—
empty luggage in hand.