Yay! Grell's here to help me with the disclaimer today!
Grell: Oh, I just couldn't help myself! I was on the way to see Sebby, but then I saw you and I thought that I must go talk to you!
Sophia: Well, I am very charming myself...
Grell: I could say the same for myself as well...
Sophia: Alright, get on with the disclaimer already.
Grell: Sophia does not own Black Butler or any of the characters. Especially not Sebastian; he belongs to me!
Sophia: *Facepalms* How did I know you would say that?
Try though he did, Ciel could not sleep. With his mind racing a million miles an hour, the young heir pulled up to gaze at the waning crescent. Curiously, he pressed one small palm up against the cool glass and watched as a rim of white surrounded his hand. Though the moon cast little light, the snow glistened like cut diamonds under the sun.
As the night wore on, the young earl's eyes grew solemn. Underneath his calm, secure mask, crushing pain wore on his white soul, sucking the life out of him like a parasite.
A light rap sounded on the closed door.
"Enter," Ciel sated blankly. Dressed in all black, Sebastian entered, carrying polished, silver candelabra. White wax dripped down the candles, and the red flames danced like savages around a fire.
"Does sleep evade my lord?" The butler inquired soothingly.
"I evade it," the boy stated defiantly. Sebastian chuckled lightly and, placing the candelabra on the bedside table, strode over to where the sleepless earl sat, intently focused on the moon.
"Lady Elizabeth will pay visit tomorrow. My lord should rest, for I know how much she exhausts him." Sebastian laughed lightly, gently lifting Ciel's small frame into his arms.
"Sebastian, I don't care to sleep right now," Ciel retorted, yawning.
"At least rest your eyes then. I can imagine that Lady Elizabeth would worry if she saw dark circles under them," the demon lulled. Ciel made a noise in his throat as if to dismiss the topic of his fiancée. "She certainly has enough energy, but she really does care about you, Bocchan." The earl closed his eyes as the demon carefully tucked him under the satin sheets and goose down comforter. Sebastian lingered a several minutes, and, after he knew his master had fallen into deep sleep, the butler traced his fingertips lightly over Ciel's soft cheek. "Sleep well, Bocchan."
Ciel woke to the scent of caramel and cinnamon.
"Good morning, Young Master. This morning, I prepared cinnamon rolls with caramel glaze and French creme, for your tea, a black vanilla imported from France." Silently, Ciel glared at the pastry.
"I'm not hungry," he mumbled, turning his head. A loud growl from the boy's stomach sabotaged his act, and Sebastian chuckled lightly.
"Indeed…" The butler smirked, cutting a small piece from the dessert and lifting it to Ciel's mouth. The boy took the expertly prepared pastry into his mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the sweet caramel and rich crème. This was, by far, the best sweet the butler had ever prepared. As Sebastian listed the day's plans, the young heir found himself focused solely on the taste of the light pastry. "I should also notify you that Alois Trancy will attend your tea party with Lady Elizabeth as well. Ciel nearly dropped his tea. "Bocchan, are you alright?"
"That—he's coming here?" The Phantomhive earl choked out. Ciel sighed, placing the tea cup down on the cart.
"Is something the matter, Bocchan? Shall I cancel today's appointments?"
"No, that will not be necessary," Ciel replied blankly. "I'm going to have to deal with him some time or another." The heir sighed again, pondering the long day ahead of him.
Yay! Alois, Claude, and Lizzy get to make an appearance! I'll bring the Undertaker, Grell, Lau, Ran Mao, and William in a little later...
! A SCARY SPIDER JUST RAN ACROSS THE CARPET! *terridied screams* Okay, gotta go rid house of spide. Heh heh *gulps*
~Sophia