Can the Damned be Loved?
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Adult +
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11
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Chapter 4: Boredom in the Mundane
Chapter 4: Boredom in The Mundane
A week had passed since that grave misunderstanding, and Ciel Phantomhive found himself slowly morphing into the leather office chair. He sat cooped up in his office day after day, brooding within the confines of the dark room. The walls with their heavy dark wood furnishings and molding decorated with somber paintings further dampened his mood. The burgundy rugs beautified with gold and green patterns sickened him. His head hurt, his eyes throbbed, all Ciel wanted was some shred of relief from this reoccurring daily non-existence.
"How could I have said that to her?" the young earl chided himself.
A tiny growl brought the essential human need for sustenance to the surface. Ciel was unable to recall when last he ate, settling a pale hand on the polished surface of his cherry wood desk. As if on que, three knocks sounded they eminent entry of a certain black butler. The slightly off kilter tapping told the earl Sebastian carried his afternoon tea…and hopefully some scones as well.
"Young master, may I come in?"
Ciel sighed, closing his blue eye, "yes."
The large engraved doors creak open as Sebastian enters. Procuring a silver tray laden with a China tea set and steaming blueberry scones, the demonic butler effortlessly sets the tray before his famished lord.
"I thought you might care for something to eat sir. It's been two days since your last meal."
Sebastian held the porcine cup perfectly centered beneath the caramel waterfall. Without spilling, Sebastian offered the tea to his master.
"I've been thinking of how to expand the company," Ciel states sipping the hot liquid.
"Oh? So that's what you've been thinking of?" Sebastian questioned.
"Yes, that's it."
"Excuse me sir but I've seen many men's faces…and yours was nothing short of stewing over a woman."
"W…What!?"
"Why does not my young lord visit the lady?"
Ciel bit his lip.
"I…I can't face her after I said that. You…Her eyes held so much sadness," the slate haired earl said.
Sebastian shrugged, "I had an inkling you might feel that way, so I did some investigation and found this."
The butler reached into his jacket and pulled out a file tied with red ribbon. Placing it down, Sebastian bowed at the hips then turned to leave his master alone.
Glaring the papers, Ciel pondered the ramifications of seeking out the girl he was besotted with. Rapping fingernails in debate, Ciel deduced his hesitant behavior ridiculous and snatched up the file. Suddenly his long standing boredom didn't seem quite as dull.
A week had passed since that grave misunderstanding, and Ciel Phantomhive found himself slowly morphing into the leather office chair. He sat cooped up in his office day after day, brooding within the confines of the dark room. The walls with their heavy dark wood furnishings and molding decorated with somber paintings further dampened his mood. The burgundy rugs beautified with gold and green patterns sickened him. His head hurt, his eyes throbbed, all Ciel wanted was some shred of relief from this reoccurring daily non-existence.
"How could I have said that to her?" the young earl chided himself.
A tiny growl brought the essential human need for sustenance to the surface. Ciel was unable to recall when last he ate, settling a pale hand on the polished surface of his cherry wood desk. As if on que, three knocks sounded they eminent entry of a certain black butler. The slightly off kilter tapping told the earl Sebastian carried his afternoon tea…and hopefully some scones as well.
"Young master, may I come in?"
Ciel sighed, closing his blue eye, "yes."
The large engraved doors creak open as Sebastian enters. Procuring a silver tray laden with a China tea set and steaming blueberry scones, the demonic butler effortlessly sets the tray before his famished lord.
"I thought you might care for something to eat sir. It's been two days since your last meal."
Sebastian held the porcine cup perfectly centered beneath the caramel waterfall. Without spilling, Sebastian offered the tea to his master.
"I've been thinking of how to expand the company," Ciel states sipping the hot liquid.
"Oh? So that's what you've been thinking of?" Sebastian questioned.
"Yes, that's it."
"Excuse me sir but I've seen many men's faces…and yours was nothing short of stewing over a woman."
"W…What!?"
"Why does not my young lord visit the lady?"
Ciel bit his lip.
"I…I can't face her after I said that. You…Her eyes held so much sadness," the slate haired earl said.
Sebastian shrugged, "I had an inkling you might feel that way, so I did some investigation and found this."
The butler reached into his jacket and pulled out a file tied with red ribbon. Placing it down, Sebastian bowed at the hips then turned to leave his master alone.
Glaring the papers, Ciel pondered the ramifications of seeking out the girl he was besotted with. Rapping fingernails in debate, Ciel deduced his hesitant behavior ridiculous and snatched up the file. Suddenly his long standing boredom didn't seem quite as dull.