[ Behind Ciel, Alois is stricken by his words, mortified, then furious because he's mortified by Ciel's words. Fucking Ciel Phantomhive who Claude looks at. He and a hungry demon is satisfactory. He's already been alone, but he supposes Ciel wouldn't know that, prefers that he didn't, after all, Alois is just like Ciel.
A cold, little noble, with nothing left to lose.
The air in that one room is too silent, too thick, and then there are fingers digging only long enough to Ciel's shoulder for Alois to push him hard off the bed. The thud doesn't make him flinch, but it does make his heart stutter. Not even decisive enough to be sure of his own sadistic tendencies. Ciel will still find him scowling down his nose from the bed, sitting up now. ]
If I were you, I'd be careful about the words you let run out of your mouth.
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A cold, little noble, with nothing left to lose.
The air in that one room is too silent, too thick, and then there are fingers digging only long enough to Ciel's shoulder for Alois to push him hard off the bed. The thud doesn't make him flinch, but it does make his heart stutter. Not even decisive enough to be sure of his own sadistic tendencies. Ciel will still find him scowling down his nose from the bed, sitting up now. ]
If I were you, I'd be careful about the words you let run out of your mouth.