» RP with smirking-raven
He shrugged the navy blue pea coat on with his butler’s assistance and silently walked to the door of the study without bothering to wait for Sebastian, knowing that he would follow in suit anyway. The little Earl smiled briefly as his walking stick tapped his way down the hall way. His butler’s ‘loyalty’ was most amusing but also a valuable tool. Ciel enjoyed pulling on the imaginary chain attached to the choker, that was the Contract, from time to time.
The sky was overcast and there was a slight cold wind that carried the scent of autumn. It was truly a pleasant day. After awhile of walking, he finally spoke up.
"What you said earlier. You are not to degrade my fiancee like that. Do not insinuate that Elizabeth is no less the pure girl she is, know your place… and your boundaries, demon." Ciel pursed his lips thinking of his wife-to-be. She was so white, pure and virginal… and he… he was drowning, in the filthy tar that smeared his being from head to toe that the wicked Demon bathed him in… everyday, every hour, every minute… Unable to fully wash himself clean of Sin and Depravity, even if he wanted to, the blemished Phantomhive continued to sink into Blackness, allowing Corruption to stain him further.
The demon smiled at the way his Master had taken the lead. As always the boy would wait for no one. The child, of course, knew his butler would follow him without telling him to, but sometimes the demon could not help but wonder if it was alright for the Young Lord to trust the hold of the contract this much. Not that he would do anything to breach it, but it was only because he chose not to do, not because he was not able to.
As they walked out, the demon breathed the fresh and cool air in. Even though he did not need to breathe, it was still nice to let his human lungs taste the cleanness in the air.
He was about to ask if his Young Master would like to seat himself near the roses when the boy started to talk.
As he listened, the demon could not help but raised his eyebrows in surprise. Now now, how in the world his tiny Lord had managed to come with the idea of him degrading Lady Elizabeth. The butler felt another smile crawling on his face as he stared at the darkened face of his now silent Lord.
"Young Master, I was not aware I had said something which was insulting for Lady Elizabeth. I was simply asking if I should get her opinion on the matter of deserts’ recipes which could be found in the magazines women read." he said calmly with a kind smile.
"Or maybe, Lady Elizabeth is still not considered as a young woman in your eyes…Even though she is taller than you and better with swords." he said with a little hint of a mockery in his voice.
"She would be very sad if she hears you do not see as the woman you are supposed to marry someday.” he said.
He knew the darkness in his eyes might be clear for his Master to see, but he also knew such a thing would not make the Young Lord cower in fear.