Nate walked past his daughter and sighed. Since she had awaken from her coma, and released from the hospital, she has been in front of the t.v. watching Bones. Eli had seem so much more empty, like all life meant nothing. Bags had formed under her eyes from nightmares, she woke up crying and frustrated. Often Nate found scarps of paper with random writings that made no sense. He really worried for his daughter, so were a lot of people they knew. What could have caused such trauma? Then again she wasn't use to being almost killed.
"Hey." Nate sat down next to his baby girl.
She merely glanced at him.
They sat there in silence watching the show.
Sebastian was concerned for his young master, he seemed empty. His Young Master was emotionally stunted, but never like this, it was almost like the day they met. Lady Elizabeth was coming over later today, and he worried for how the young master would react. Sebastian walked past his Lord's newest and most rememberal painting yet, he had framed it and placed it in a hallway were he kept most of the Young Master's more prized artworks. The butler stopped for moment, the painting is wonderful, realistic, the Bride just had a glow the demon didn't know his master could paint. It looked as though she actually was modeling for his Master as well.
"SEBASTIAN~ Where's My Darling~" Elizabeth ran through the hallway.
Sebastian turned to her, "I recall him being in his office last time check on him. Come I'll lead you to him."
Elizabeth stopped, "Actually, before we see him can you show me the painting he won the award with?"
"Why would you want to see that?" Sebastian asked her.
Elizabeth smiled, "Because it's title My Love! It has to be a painting about me of course! I want to see how he painted me!"
Sebastian sighed mentally, "Why not have the young master show you himself? I shall retrieve him for you, please wait here."
When Sebastian returned he had the young master by his side, paler then normal, "Good afternoon Elizabeth, Sebastian informed me that you wish to see the 'My Love' painting?"
Elizabeth hugged him tight, "Yes! Where is it?"
Ciel, once he was released from her grip, pointed next to them, "That is the painting, 'My Love'."
Elizabeth's face dropped once she had a good look of it, "C-Ciel, Why doesn't she look like your actually love?"
Ciel's eyes didn't peel away from Drake's portrait, "What do you mean?"
"This isn't me! I AM YOUR LOVE! SO WHY ISN'T IT ME?! HOW COUD YOU PAINT ANOTHER WOMAN, AND NAME IT SOMETHING THAT ONLY I AM TO YOU?! THAT PAINTING SHOULD BE ME! NOT THAT HARLOT BUT ME ME ME! YOU LOVE ME NOT HER!" Elizabeth yelled tears streaming from her eyes.
Ciel merely glanced at her, "You overestimate what you are to me. You are nothing more then my cousin, a childhood friend if you will. My love belongs to that woman and that woman alone. So get the silly notion that your anything more than what you are. When we marry you will birth me a son, and that is all. You can have your lover, I will have her by my side."
Elizabeth let an ear shattering scream, she knocked the painting down and ran out the door.
Sebastian picked the painting up, nothing was damaged on the actual art work but a few scratch's on the frame cause the butler to huff. She really was an emotional fool, but who was this mystery woman? By the time Sebastian re-hung the picture Ciel had retired to his room for some down time.
"You must really be something, to have the young master so wrapped up in you." Sebastian muttered, staring into the twinkling brown eyes of the painting.