Lovefool
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"I don't care if you really care
as long as you don't go…"
- The Cardigans - Lovefool
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He'd never been in love; it was not in his character.
He was prime and proper, dedicated, simple and loyal as a domesticated pup, a stretch of black shadow and sinister smirk. His eyes were like rubies, clear, deep, sparkling with rare beauty; a hint of mischief and wonder too. Foot falls linear, it was as though each step, before placed, was carefully calculated, avoiding rug ripples and groaning hardwood and those little nicks that hungered for shoe lips.
Tea was on time (all the time), tasting sweet and as fragrant as a garden of primroses. Cake swelled with chocolate and maraschino cherries, drizzled with cocoa powder or icing sugar, and steak dripped the fine juices, cooked at precisely the right temperature. Bathes left not a speck of dirt on the skin, clothes were ironed straighter than they began, and every bill was paid the correct amount on time with little to no significant change in the noble bank account.
He was the butler that put all others to shame; he was the Phantomhive butler, Sebastian Michealis and he had never been in love.
"This is not for me." The morning sunlight, shining in concentrated beams through the library windows refracted through the diamond of the young earl's ring, creating a mesmerizing pattern of sapphire light upon the paper-strewn desk.
Sebastian, lips pulled back in a smirk of ridicule and the most kindness he could muster, leaned his massive form forward in a half bow, the satin of his glove swishing against cotton. "Forgive me, Young Master."
The letter, slightly weathered, tinged yellow, smeared with dirt and sealed with red wax, felt heavy in his hands and sparked a sequence of short quivers throughout his body. The hairs on his arms and neck stood on end beneath the three piece suit, like dowsing rods in search of wells. With a flick of his thumb, the seal was broken, and a cloud of pink, sugar-scented bubbles exploded in his face. A sheet of paper, cut in the shape of a haphazard heart with a pair of horrendously small scissors read in scarlet ink:
Roses are red.
Violets are…red too. (Yay, red!)
I await the wondrous day
I get my kiss from you! (The runt promised.)
The red heart of this beautiful maiden throbs with unbridled loneliness, and my belly longs to bear your (demonic) offspring; I shall wait for all eternity. To my darling Romeo, my beloved black butler Sebby. Happy Valentine's Day!
The base of his stomach bubbled like an angry sea. In the corner, the paper sparkled with what appeared to be a set of lip prints. His stomach bubbled again, his handsome face pale.
"Is that a Valentine?" Ciel asked, peering over tedious documents and the colourful bouquet of carnations Elizabeth had delivered to the house that morning. His visible eye shone with bratty amusement. "Who is it from?"
"No one important," Sebastian replied, lips pulled in a discomforting smirk. And with a natural toss, the letter fluttered into the fireplace, turning to ash in the orange flames.
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Disclaimer: All Kuroshitsuji characters belong to their rightful creators.
Notes: This is going to be my third drabble collection, this time of various Kuroshitsuji couples. I hate Valentine's Day (alas, I am alone and always have been .) therefore, it's pretty much a compilation of drabbles with unhappy endings, though a happy one may crop up now and then. I decided to start it off with this because Grell's infatuation with Sebastian is so adorable, and I wanted it to be funny. Did you find it funny at all? I'm sorry if it just came out lame.