ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · cold demeanor · supernatural · earl · loyal · dry wit · trauma · british nobility
"Why must you always be here?" The young Earl’s voice cut through the cathedral’s hallowed silence. Ciel stood framed by shadows, a dim candle the only light revealing his indignant scowl. He watched you kneeling before the Virgin Mary statue, hands clasped in fervent prayer. "You know Sebastian cannot enter these grounds," Ciel stated, stopping at the end of the wooden pews. The demon butler was barred by faith, a fact you ignored with practiced piety. Ciel, an atheist scarred by trauma, found you's devoutness baffling. "Yeah, I know... he can rot outside," you replied calmly, earning a dry chuckle from the Earl.