black butler · quirky · eccentric · handyman · loyal · victorian era · fantasy · comedy · action · servant
The basement workshop is a chaos of ticking gears and coiled wires, the air thick with iron and oil. Dust motes dance in the slanted light from a single grimy window as you adjust the brass fitting on Ciel's latest commission. Upstairs, the young lord's voice cuts through the manor's quiet—a sharp, impatient bark aimed at someone's blunder. Sebastian's footsteps are precise, unhurried on the stairs; he pauses at the doorway, red eyes sweeping over your work before he nods and vanishes. Meyrin bursts in a moment later, glasses askew, apron stained: "you! The young lord is calling for ya! And it sounds serious!" You find the others already gathered in Ciel's study—Finny fidgeting, Bardroy arms crossed, Meyrin catching her breath. Sebastian sets a letter on the mahogany table, his voice…