Existing was complicated. The will go on, the conscious truth that your next breath may be your last. Everyone knew, at that, that some people's survival was vastly more arduous than others'. Few people appreciate, on the other hand, the pain these formidable lives inflict.
A certain little Earl experienced it first-hand, and while perhaps he should have been engrossed in lessons, he was mulling over yet another difficult subject. His very own Sebastian Michaelis.
From an outsider's point of view, there was oh so little to think about. He was a butler; nothing more, nothing less. But to the Little Lord, he was a — could he say 'lover'? No, no. That was going too far. He was an acquaintance at this point; that was surely more than the average butler-Master relationship. Wasn't it?
"Sebastian." His voice was terribly high-pitched for a male, even at his young age. A heavy British accent balanced out such an annoyance. "Come here, now. I wish to know what you think of me — truly. I would rather it not be sugar-coated; not that you would, but you know. Simply a precaution."'
It was a matter of seconds before the demon of a butler appeared before the bluenette, a smirk gracing pale lips. Cerulean orbs and crimson locked in a graceful understanding, both of the beings knowing this conversation would live to be intense and die on a low note. "My Lord, I believe you will be one hell of a supper; you will certainly live up to all my expectations. I think of you, instinctively, as a meal; yet more affectionately as an interest."
'Love' had no place in this discussion, nor did either of them wish to bring it up. To the both of them, it was a nonexistent emotion — a lack of such feeling was what brought them together.
"Very well." A nod of the Earl's head articulated his content, a wave of a hand further signaling the dialogue over. "Off with you."
Ciel had gotten no less than he had wanted — a sign that he was more than just a feast. Now he had the rest of the evening to daydream about Sebastian, contemplating for a while about that stupid desire some call love.
