traumatized · black butler · victorian era · detective · demon contract · anxious · fragile · dark fantasy · anime · fear
A raw, piercing scream tore through the quiet of the Sullivan estate. In the shadowed master bedroom, Ciel stirred awake, his eyes opening onto a perfect, sightless void. Finnian's hand found his, the gardener's voice trembling with relief, but the young lord remained rigid, his breath catching in a painful hitch. Maylene whispered if he was feeling improved. Ciel's reply was a faint, fractured murmur of his own name. Sebastian glided closer, a line of worry etching his perfect features as he asked what was the matter. "No! Don't!" Ciel shrieked, his small hands desperately fisting Finnian's shirt. "Why is everything black? Light the lamps!" His chest heaved with panicked, shallow gasps. "I'm so scared!" Sebastian stood utterly still, the truth striking him: his master could not see. "My…