Sun was streaming bright through the curtains as Warren cracked his dry eyes open. The birds were tweeting and he realised he was still in his clothes from last night or at least half his clothes. He had at some point taken off his waistcoat, jacket, and tie and had passed out on top of his bed with one shoe partially off and the other somewhere in his room. He groaned as he moved up and rang for Snake to run a bath. Warren got up and moved to tidy up his room and find his cigarettes, but upon finding the small silver case he was be loathed to find it was empty and this only made him groan further. A knock at the door turned his head and he watched as Snake slithered into the room and stood in silence waiting for his command.
Warren's usually smooth charming voice was hoarse and weak from his hangover.
"Run me a bath would you Snake, also bring me new papers and tobacco and if you could something for this damned headache," he paused as he felt his balance going so he sat down "And tell Ceceila I will be skipping breakfast."
"I have ran a bath already for you sir. Says Wordsworth. Your papers and tobacco are downstairs waiting for you. Says Bronte. And it is two o'clock in the afternoon so we figured you'd skip breakfast. Says Webster." Snake finished talking and simply stood while Warren took in the information and then paled.
"It's already two o'clock!? We need to be back at the estate for four o'clock! Snake ready a carriage – actually no, arrange for us one of those new automobiles to take us to the edge of London then further arrange for a carriage to take us the rest of the way to the estate. Forget my bath and food, but which room is my tobacco in and I will roll them on the way." The orders flew out of Warren's mouth, as it was now second nature to him. He was told his papers and tobacco were in the reading room. Then he scrambled around the room grabbing whatever clean clothes he could find and raced out the door. Leaving Snake and his snakes to pack his bags.
They were going to be late for the dinner at the estate if they did not get home in time and he promised mother he would be there. She said that tonight's dinner was important and that she wanted both her children there and if there was one thing he hated doing it was letting his mother down. He raced down the townhouse stairs tying his necktie as he went and was annoyed to find Ceceila sitting in the foyer bags packed ready to go.
"Why did you not wake me up? You knew we had to back by four." He wasn't expecting an answer as he strode with purpose to the reading room. His annoyance was reaching his limit when he could not find his tobacco and papers.
"Where are my cigarette's? For the love of god all I want is a smoke!" he turned round and Ceceila was right in front of him holding a tray of neatly hand rolled prime tobacco sticks.
"I took the liberty of rolling them for you." Ceceila handed the tray to her brother and he gratefully took it and in silence refilled his silver case. Then he took one lit it and felt himself relax as he let the fumes course through his body.
"I would say thank you, but I am still annoyed that you did not allow Snake to wake me up this morning. Why did you stop him?" Warren asked, the exasperation still obvious his voice
"You were very drunk last night…and I must have been as well as I cannot seem to remember much from last night. In fact the last thing I remember was getting into the hansom on the way back from the party. I told Snake to let you lie this morning, I had completely forgot we had to be home by four today and as soon as I remembered I informed Snake. I am sorry Warren this is my fault." Ceceila looked genuinely sorry and slightly confused.
This information that Ceceila had forgotten worried Warren as his sister always had her faculties about her and was always on her guard, the fact that she did not remember anything from the night before did not sit well with him. Not one bit. He stored this information for later and would investigate all members of the party to see if it was possible that drugs had been slipped her way. Looking at her face he could see that she was concerned about the fact she could not remember as well in fact upon closer inspection she looked paler than normal and her demeanour was…off.
"Are you alright Ceceila? You seem as if you are somewhere else." he took her hand to get her full attention.
"I am fine, simply tired is all." She tried a smile but Ceceila was terrible at faking her emotions and Warren knew this, it was one of the main reasons she held a blank expression most of the time.
Unable to think of anything to say Warren took her into his arms and hugged her tight, Ceceila brought her arms up in front of her chest defensively and stood still and her brother embraced her. As he hugged her he was acutely aware of his height and stature and how different they were physically, but he never brought it up, as he knew it was an incredibly sensitive issue for his twin.
Warren was really the only one who was privy to these little emotional moments she had, not even their mother saw this side to her. Ceceila was deeply emotional and felt more keenly than anyone he knew, but she did not know how to handle these emotions. So she 'blanked' them as she called it by essentially cutting all emotion off and choosing not to feel, which she was unnervingly good at. Ceceila was incredibly dear to him and he loved her and would defend her from London's high society until the day he died - however Warren would never ever say- but sometimes she scared him. The way she behaved at points was unnatural and borderline inhuman. When they were working a case and someone was not talking she could sometimes make them talk without so much as touching them, she simply stared straight into their eyes as if weighing their soul for judgement and the quarry would start speaking and be unable to stop. When she did have to use violence Warren preferred not to be present, he had witnessed it once and wished oh so many times he could erase it from his mind. The way the man's arm had twisted and the way the bones cracked and poked through the skin- it was stomach churning and had chilled him to the bone. He never wondered where the violent streak came from. Warren had heard enough stories of Ciel Phantomhive to know that he was a cruel bastard, even if his mother insisted otherwise. He only hoped that his sister would not turn out like their father, both he and his mother actively tried to do everything to avoid this outcome.
Snake walked up to the two of them and informed them that the automobile was here. Warren and Ceceila made their way out to the new wonderment of technology as snake lifted the bags into the machine and then cranked the gears and started to move off. As the machine chugged along London's streets Warren kept looking at Ceceila her forehead was in a perpetual frown and she was looking intently at her hands clasped on her knees. Warren felt his stomach twist in irrational guilt as he knew at this point what the problem was but he did not have a solution and he felt helpless. He hoped that tonight's dinner would take her mind off of her lack of memory and that whatever it was that mother wished to talk about, it wasn't anything that would cause further upset.
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