![]() ![]() Messaging his roots, Ciel watches you intently with widened orbs. ![]() Reaching out, your fingers entangled themselves in the boy’s navy dark locks. “I understand,” you nodded with a soft smile appearing on your lips again. Refusing to meet your eye, he allowed his eyebrows to relax, “I’d rather not share at the moment.” This most certainly isn’t the first time he’s done dealt with nightmares that haunt him. “Care to express these dreams to me? It’ll help to prevent others.” Is that why he finds so much comfort in your touch? Because your soul is so precious? Though you’re no older than himself- maybe by a year or two. Typically, you’re more responsible and tender like a mother hen. ![]() It’s very rare he gets to see you in such a state, so vulnerable and expressive. But what struck him the most was the long, silk lavender nightgown that hide a luscious body. "Couldn’t sleep,“ you responded with a gentle shrug of your shoulders.Īt the statement, the young lord couldn’t help but to admire your beauty orbs gleaming with wiry, plush lips curled in a natural smile, skin glowing against the dim lighting, the deep twist of hair framed the outline of your head cutely. Tell me, what are you doing up this late?” Heard you screaming and lashing out down the hall and wanted to make sure you were alright,“ sighing while smiling kindly at the boy.Ĭiel’s cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink rolling to the tips of his ears – in addition to that, his puffy lips pressed into tight line, "I see. Once, he noticed your presence he removed his hold on your body. He couldn’t help but grip the closest thing to him which so happened to be you. Like that your wishes had been granted.īoth of Ciel’s striking blue orbs shot open in a panic: he appeared to be stunned with his breathing entirely erratic. ![]() That’s when you decided to shake him a little harder, pleading for his nightmares to end. But, he continued to tremble in your arms. The boy seemed to be calming down at the sound of your voice. Stirring softly, he still remained sleep. "Young master,“ you mused soft but still firm. With sweat dripping down his face, locks of dark hair stuck to his forehead.Ĭrawling into the bed with him, you watched as he fought against his demons before grabbing his arms and shaking them lightly. In his large bed, Ciel’s small pale hands gripped the bed sheets tightly as he tossed and turned in his sleep. Without another thought, you twisted the doorknob and tugged the door clean open. With a nightgown trembling down to the knees, you swiftly scurried down the dark hallway.įollowing the noise of distress, you ended up standing in front of a oak wood door leading right into the young master’s dormitory. In an instant, you had removed the bedding from the body and jumped up. It’s the most bone-chilling, blood-curling scream ever heard and it happened to be coming from down the hallway. In all honesty, you admired his ability to live after such trauma has entered his life.Īnywho, the silent void is suddenly filled to the brim with terrifying screams. In fact, he indulges in weekday games of chess with you from time to time – as small as he is, he remains respectful, kind, and brutally honest. Even the young lord himself, Ciel Phantomhive, kept things light and entertaining. In a way, you enjoyed being a part of such an eccentric team. Never in a hundred years did you expect to build such strong connections with the other members working within the estate. It’s one of the best decisions ever made, to be honest. With a little bit of persuasion, you reluctantly agreed. The youngest earl of this time-line hired you after his peculiar butler, Sebastian Michaelis discovered your gift of extraordinary fight skills. Made you remember the first time you’d ever stepped foot into this noble lifestyle as a service employee. However, that doesn’t appear to be the case tonight. After participating in daily activities called chores, you’d usually be out like a light. Shivering beneath the blanket, you lay wide awake and restless. With it being a chilly night, the walls seemed to be emitting an equally cold breeze. In a room further up the hall, you: the maid, rested against the softest comforter purchased. Beyond the windows, a brewing storm carried as clusters of furious raindrops scouring against the open acre of vintage-designed land. Tranquility only seemed to be happening on the inside. It is so silent that a penny could drop and be heard from miles away. Surprisingly, the manor appeared to be the quietest it has ever been – not a single word spoken or sound made. ![]()
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