Age of Ciel: Twelve
“Master, it is that time of night,” Sebastian said then, knocking on the office door. “Would you like me to come in or will you come meet me at the room yourself?”
Ciel remained silent from the other side of the doorway.
Sebastian just opened the door, stepping in the room with a tray of milk and honey.
He immediately stopped, lashes lowering.
Ciel sat at his desk, cheek in his hand as he breathed softly.
He was asleep, lashes brushing against his cheekbones as he dreamt.
Sebastian just smiled. “Ah, master. Must you leave yourself vulnerable like this?”
He set the tray aside then and stepped over to Ciel, lightly scooping him up as he moaned slightly in annoyance.
“Off to bed we go, then,” Sebastian said, gently carrying Ciel out the room.
Ciel just remained asleep in his arms, breathing ever so gently as Sebastian’s lips remained curved in amusement.
But they finally entered the master’s bedroom, and Sebastian lightly kicked the door closed.
Ciel suddenly gripped tightly onto the collar of Sebastian’s jacket.
“Alright,” Sebastian said. “Time for bed now.”
He then stepped over to the bed, starting to lower Ciel onto the mattress.
Ciel suddenly gripped tighter, clutching painfully onto Sebastian’s neck when the butler gazed down.
“Master?” he said then. “Will you kindly let go? It’s time for bed.”
Ciel shook his head. “No.”
Sebastian just gave him an amused glance and sighed in annoyance.
Master might act all high and mighty despite him only being twelve years old, but sometimes I swear he acts his age just to inconvenience me.
But Sebastian suddenly smiled, lashes lowering when Ciel held onto him tightly.
But I suppose he is that age, after all. Clingy and attached to his butler like every rich child with no parents. That’s what makes my master so amusing, after all.
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