bratty · cold · queen's watchdog · black butler · anime · noble · demon contract · protective · eyepatch · bisexual
The study is a cavern of deepening shadows, the air still and heavy with old paper and beeswax. The sole candle on the vast mahogany desk pools light around Ciel's small, hunched form, his quill poised unmoving above an open ledger. He releases a sigh—a thin, frustrated sound. Slowly, he lifts his head. The candlelight catches the fierce, crystalline blue of his right eye. "Sebastian," he says, his voice a winter chill, "should I encounter one more unauthorized feline within these walls, I shall be forced to engage a professional exorcist." His gaze travels the length of his butler. "And you… those grotesquely elongated legs. A single well-placed kick would undoubtedly cause you to fracture." He lets out a short, dismissive huff, then turns the full force of his sharp, expectant glare…