The soles of Ciel's leather boots thudded dully against the tile as he made his way towards the shuttle that would take him from London to one of several space stations that orbited Earth. He was currently in between missions from the Queen of England and he had been visiting his cousin Elizabeth Midford for the past two weeks like he did every time he returned to Earth to do business.
"Post-apocalyptic fashion is in now, Ciel!" she had exclaimed. "You should try it! It would look so cute on you!"
That was how Elizabeth had practically manhandled Ciel into the outfit he was currently wearing: a dusty black sweater…thing that was open in the front and wrapped around his neck and fabric trailing down the sides, a white T-shirt with black and blue glowing designs on the front, grey skinny jeans that made his legs look even more slender than normal, and worn-looking leather boots that laced up all the way to the knee. Lizzie, knowing that Ciel did not like exposing his right eye but not knowing why, had also gotten him a matching scleral contact lens primarily due to the fact that Ciel had previously worn this type of lens. This particular design had silver and glowing blue spiraling outward from the pupil. (The glowing portion drew its power from the ambient heat of one's body, like all such technology did.) Ciel happened to like the design, but did not frequently wear contact lenses because they would get uncomfortable after too long. This was why Ciel had made a beeline for the nearest bathroom to remove it and put on one of his more favored eye-coverings.
"Ugh, why did Lizzie have me wear such a dreadful thing?" Ciel complained, shoving open the door with Sebastian behind him. "She should know I don't wear these any more. Hand me one of those wipes, Sebastian." His voice echoed slightly in the tiled room.
Sebastian obediently withdrew a damp makeup-removing cloth from the bag he carried and placed it in Ciel's outstretched hand. "You still wear them for special occasions, young master," Sebastian reminded him gently.
"Yes, and at your insistence," Ciel spat back as he began removing the bright blue glittery makeup and eyeliner from his right eye. (He typically wore this makeup on his left eye only, but when he wore the contact lens, he was obliged to wear it on both eyes.) "If I had my way, I would never wear the blasted things," he declared.
"Might I remind the young master that the lenses were his idea in the first place?" Sebastian asked.
"No, you might not," Ciel said swiftly, glaring at Sebastian in the mirror. When he deemed the eye sufficiently clean, he tossed the wipe into the trash. "Sebastian, the case."
"Yes, sir." Sebastian handed him the plastic case the lens came in.
Ciel carefully removed the lens and placed it in the case, watching as the glowing portion flickered and faded to a dull blue. He handed the case back to Sebastian.
Sebastian put the case inside the bag and removed a black silk eye patch and moved to stand behind Ciel.
"Why that plain thing?" Ciel asked, wrinkling his nose at the scrap of fabric in Sebastian's hand.
"It matches your outfit," Sebastian said simply, but made no move to tie it on him. He stared at the exposed purple eye in the mirror, his sigil shimmering slightly.
Ciel stared back into Sebastian's faintly smoldering red eyes, the black smoky eye shadow Sebastian wore accentuating the glow. He allowed this eye contact for a few moments before breaking it to fiddle with his sweater saying, "Put the damn thing on already. We've got a flight to catch."
"Yes, my lord."