Ciel's skin was marred with ink and blood, telling tales twisted in darkness. What an evil path the devil walks, tainted hands staining the innocent canvas. For the most beautiful art is painted in blood. AU

Some feelings are easier aired in writing. Perhaps their efficacy is lost when spoken. Can an intimate exchange be more strongly felt through a letter than through an embrace? Sebastian and Ciel write to one another. Holiday-themed, sorta, not really. Rated T for complex emotional themes.