Ah, a very short chapter...sorry. Please review regardless—even if it's just to yell at me :)
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The clicking of tiny boots alerted Sebastian to the fact that a certain young master was ignoring his insistence that Ciel stay hidden until instructed otherwise.
"Sebastian."
Almost unwillingly, Sebastian turned. The boy stared up at him, torn frock coat rippling gently in the wind and milk white legs trembling from a combination of cold, blood loss, and adrenaline. He clutched the eye patch in one hand and regarded Sebastian with calm, calculating eyes, mismatched though they were. Ciel was a little boy doll—empty-eyed and slightly broken, but none the less beautiful.
"Young master, you were never supposed to see..." Sebastian's voice was notably rougher than usual, with a sibilant hiss emphasizing his "S"s.
"So this is how you really are?" Ciel cocked his head to the side, and a little grin, lovely and eerie as moonlight, crossed his face, "If I had you stripped naked in front of me, it would never reveal as much as what I'm seeing now."
"This is how I really am," Sebastian agreed, slitted eyes smoldering unholy purple.
Ciel took a few steps closer, suede boot-tops dipping into puddles of carnage as he went. The grin had faded, but the boys lips were still curled up slightly at the corners. "How beastly."
"Quite. I would think a small child such as yourself would be frightened."
Ciel did not go for the jibe, but he gave a slight gasp as a gust of wind hit the partially exposed knife-wound on his arm. In this state, Sebastian was unable to suppress a vivid fantasy of sinking his teeth into that gash and clamping his jaws until rubbery muscle and brittle bone tore and crunched beneath them. Ciel was too distracted to see Sebastian run his blackened tongue over his hard, beak-like lips.
"I've lost quite a lot of blood," Ciel said with pragmatic detachment, "you'll need to support me."
With a harsh, keening little laugh Sebastian took the boy carefully in his arms. His gentle treatment of the petite earl was directly at odds with his monstrous appearance. Ciel's arms and legs wound around Sebastian's neck and waist as though it was the most natural thing in the world. The soft skin of Ciel's thighs provided an almost perfect contrast to the leathery hide they settled against. Sebastian felt Ciel's smooth cheek rest upon his collar bone, practically snuggling against the spot.
"You are a very strange child," Sebastian commented, half-mocking, half-wondering.
"And you a very strange beast," Ciel returned calmly.