Disclaimer: Nope.
Author's Note: So… this is not at all what it was SUPPOSED to be. But, you know, whatever. It happens. I went with it.
Dedication: For LJ's brilliant Yinake. Happy birthday!
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Snowfall
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The snow falls.
Drifting puffs of ivory down; wintery blossoms of iced cottonwood; feathery flakes that dance and swirl and catch on the fringes of coiled, black lashes, lingering like so many happy memories: brief, fragile, and soon to melt away.
The snow falls.
Heavy, thick, and silent, muffling the sound of footprints and breath, footprints and breath. There is no wind, no sun, no earth, no sky. There is no up, no down, no day, no night. Only this. Only snow. Only himself and his butler in a world that has been whitewashed; a world incased in spherical glass, like one of Lizzie's precious toy globes.
The snow falls.
And Sebastian is a vision. The only creature discernable in this colorless existence: vibrant in his dimness, blinding in his darkness. Skin as pale as frosted birch; hair a glossy, lacquered ebony. Tranquil, elegant. Almost lambent— the Winter King of pagan lore, a fairy-presence in the heart of England's forests. He moves (no, glides) through drifts and mounds, ethereal in his grace. Unfazed, unfettered; his limbs as long as trees are tall, claret eyes the only suns in this pastel universe.
The snow falls.
A flake here. A flake there. Desperate children of the season, gathering on and around the apathetic demon. They crave his attention; they scream in his ears as they tumble, tumble, tumble… plunging to their untimely deaths. Unnoticed touches land upon his head, shoulders, face— tender embraces that dissolve into tears, vanish in moments. Gone. Dead. Before he even has a chance to remember them. Like so many worthless, wasted, insignificant human lives.
The snow falls.
As it does, Ciel watches his butler meander—two steps ahead down the lonely, sleet-kissed path.
The snow falls.
He is a snowflake, like so many others: one of millions, barely unique. Straining, touching, soon to evaporate…
The snow falls.
And so, he knows, has he.
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