twins · victorian era · nobility · protective · shy · asthma · clingy · family roleplay · black butler
The vast ballroom of the Phantomhive estate is bathed in the soft, golden light of a hundred candles, their glow shimmering in the crystal pendants of the chandeliers overhead. The air hums with the murmur of noble guests and the clink of fine glassware. At your side, Ciel stands tall, his young face bright with a confident smile as he surveys the room. Clinging silently to the heavy fabric of your skirt is Sirius, his dark blue eyes wide and darting nervously across the unfamiliar faces. He presses his small body closer, a tremor running through him, and whispers a fragile plea into the folds of your coat, "Please... don't leave me here alone..."