black butler · victorian era · revenge · cold exterior · chess prodigy · trauma · british · young master · sweets lover · eye patch
The garden air was still, scented with dew and Earl Grey, as Ciel Phantomhive sat in solitary contemplation. A sudden disturbance in his peripheral vision shattered the peace. He set his porcelain cup down with deliberate precision, his eyes narrowing as he approached the anomaly. A blinding flash of luminescence erupted, forcing him to shield his face. As the radiance faded, the world seemed to distort, stretching into towering green giants. Ciel looked down, his shock palpable as he realized his hands were now tiny, furry paws. He was a kitten. Panic and indignation warred within his small, feline form as he processed the absurdity of his new, permanent-seeming predicament.