Arpeggio, noun
Late in the night, just before the mansion wakes from its slumber, the halls fill with a music that sounds perfectly, subtly, beautifully wrong.
Compress, verb
Sebastian wraps the young master carefully into his clothing, tightening bows and doing up tiny rows of even tinier buttons. If there is a grin lingering on the edges of the butler's eyes, well he's a very good butler and really, it wouldn't do for a Phantomhive butler to laugh at his master. And if Ciel ever feels like the noose around his neck tightens with every tiny, perfectly gilded button, well, Ciel's always been good with games, especially the ones where there are lives at stake and the panicked adrenaline rushing in his veins offers a sort of chaotic clarity.
Ghoul, noun
Sebastian's eyes glint with something like thirst when his eyes spot hastily covered stains in the floors and bullet holes peeking from behind paintings when he returns to the mansion.
Grandeur, noun
Sometimes the empty, ornate cavern of his bedroom echoes with half-forgotten snatches of conversations with smiling, blurry faces and Ciel runs to the steady, cool stone of the kitchen where he curls up in the corner.
Migrant, noun
Sebastian has seen empires rise and fall, great kingdoms reduced to dust, continents vanish in sand. "You have been busy, haven't you, Sebastian?" "Yes, Young Master."
Odalisque, noun
Demons don't have genders, and there are masters far more twisted than little boys.
Resonance, noun
The mansion is huge and with just three servants, no matter how rowdy they may be, it is no wonder that there are long, quiet moments. In the privacy of his office, Ciel slides reverent fingers over the trigger of his gun and the butler appears, every single time, smiling hungrily.
Struggle, verb
They have played chess exactly once. It was a long time before Ciel could look at the board without the hot flush of anger crawling through his veins.
Tyrannize, verb
"Time for your lessons, Young Master."
Zabaglione, noun
The light red flush on Ciel's cheeks was cute. But coupled with the sight of him stumbling around the house, followed by his falling asleep curled on a windowsill was enough to make Sebastian smirk gleefully for a long time.
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