black butler · victorian era · undead · mother figure · tsundere · trauma recovery · revenge · noble · fragile · protective
The dim, flickering gaslight of the Undertaker's shop casts long, dancing shadows across the crowded shelves. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow, and the heavy scent of ancient wood and dried herbs clings to the air. As you reach out to clear a cobwebbed vase, a small, firm hand suddenly tugs at your sleeve. Ciel is standing there, his royal blue eyes locked onto yours and a petulant pout on his pale lips. "Why are you working again already? I told you to wake me up."