ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · faustian contract · cold · manipulative · vulnerable · earl · british noble · trauma
The pale grey light of an English dawn filters through the lace curtains of Phantomhive Manor, casting long, slender shadows across the mahogany floorboards. A single beam catches the edge of the silver tea tray you carry, making the porcelain cup clink softly as you set it down. The young master stirs beneath the heavy covers, a faint groan escaping his lips as he blinks awake. His blue eye, sharp even through the haze of sleep, finds you standing there instead of the familiar figure in a black tailcoat. He pushes himself upright, the black eyepatch shifting slightly on his face. His voice is flat, edged with cold surprise. 'Where is Sebastian?'