#earl phantomhive

It had always been odd, to Ciel, the way you chose to show your affections. Opting out of a common hug, a polite handshake or even a juvenile ruffle of the hair. All actions he reluctantly had come to expect from the adults surrounding him. Even little Lizzy had begun to infantilise him with her tight embraces and slobbery kisses on his forehead.

Your choice of affections were unique, bordering on inappropriate. He was betrothed, despite how he felt towards the fact, he knew not to ever divulge the means of your affection.

He found himself trying a little harder to appease you, the rare times he saw you. That was a lot for him, making effort? It wasn’t his style, he’d usually leave that up to Sebastian, but the idea of you rewarding his butler with a kiss on the neck almost brought bile to his lips.

“A rose? What is the occasion, Earl Phantomhive?” you had asked softly, a playful tone present in your words.

A soft blush had formed on Ciel’s ivory skin, still visible even under the dim lights of your balcony. It wasn’t even your tone, just the idea of doing something so explicitly romantic caused the embarrassed flush of colour. This wasn’t his style.

“My butler had a spare from trimming the roses bushes earlier … I didn’t want it to go to waste.” He explained softly, reluctantly.

“Hmmm, nonetheless, thank you Queens Guard dog for … fetching me a rose.” you said with blinding smile. Dimples carved deep into your cheeks on show and white teeth gleaming.

Ciel gulped at the sight, opting to look away. Your smile was ravishingly beautiful, being the cause of it always made him feel overwhelmed. Lizzys gummy smile always reflected her age, a happy, spoiled child. Your smile was blinding, gorgeous with a hint of a slyness.

Pulling the rose closer to your face, the scent flooded your nostrils. The smell of a fresh rose was deep, strong and dark. Giving it was an innocent action with darker intentions hidden beneath.

You took a step towards the boy, he flinched at the sound of your heeled boots. Leaning towards him, you found his position adorable, his neck on display and red face still turned to the side. The top button of his navy shirt had been undone, you suspected in preparation. Ciel wasn’t usually so easy to read, everything was a game of chess to him. Perhaps, this time he didn’t feel the need to hide his intentions or desire. It wouldn’t keep him steps ahead in this game even if he tried.

Placing the rose on the balcony behind him, you used your free hands to pull him closer against you by his slender waist. He still refused to look your way as he allowed you to control him.

Your lips were cherry coloured due to the maids choice of makeup today. ‘A great choice’ you thought, knowing that it would stained better and brighter on his porcelain skin.

When Ciel felt your lips on his neck, it was searing hot, and tingly due to his sensitivity. It was a soft and sensual kiss, almost causing him to melt and drop his head back more to expose more skin. Your lips left his neck for a moment and he thought it was over until you returned. Multiple kisses this time, opened mouth kisses, ones unfamiliar to him. Making his eyes widen at the difference in feeling.

These kisses made your others feel like childish pecks. They made his knees buckle and his breath hitch. He almost fell back onto the banister but your grip on his waist was firm as you continued your assault.

You pulled back suddenly and gripped his chin, tugging him to face you. His eyes were shaking, an almost scared look present on his features, scared of your kisses, scared of how much he was enjoying them, scared he might have found a new addiction and scared he might never be able to look at Lizzy again.

You smiled, playful and sly, before moving to the other side of his neck. Sucking gently on the soft flesh. Ciels eyes closed and he breathed heavily, deeply. He was sure some marks would be left, but it wasn’t nothing a little powder couldn’t cover.

"My Lord... No, not yet. Sleep a little longer. It's still a little early to wake up."

I have woken up to choose pain and suffering

Remember this scene where Undertaker has said how much fun it is to have this job? Being an Undertaker, taking care of corpses every single day, seeing new faces with every customer that arrivers...

...Well how soon can said fun be ruined by just receiving a customer with a face resembling one of the Phantomhives after o!ciel left his parlor. Glad to head back to a job he enjoys just to be met with such a harsh reminder of it all. Imagine how cruel it would be to have to take care of a stranger's corpse that shares features with your loved ones, those loved ones that you are watching die one after another.

Perhaps it may be a reminder of Vincent. After all, a photograph alone brought him to tears (I'm aware that came far later...),

so how about an actual corpse that once had been so full of life, now just a cold lifeless piece? Not burned down to it's mere bones? An example of what a peaceful and later end could have looked like instead.

As for Claudiataker lovers, what if instead Vincent it might have been her? As much as I remember there haven't been photographs shown of her (correct me if I'm wrong). Perhaps Undertaker hasn't seen her face for quite the time. (I like to believe that all he has left on him is the memorial locket holding her hair and his very own memory not letting go of her face)

And therefore being hit with the resemblance of her face in someone else, like a repetitive stab to the heart, something he cannot die from, a pain forever for him to endure. Not to mention that the last two Phantomhives are both lost to him already. One's soul bound to a demon and another's possibly already long gone, having left a mere shell, or even puppet, to deceive himself with the denial of the end (and his loss) that already has been set for the Phantomhive family.

that small segment revealed more about real ciel and about our Ciel

I would agree. I also think Vincent suspected something about R!Ciel a bit after his reaction to the idea of going to Weston.

Our Ciel, if I have this right, is thinking of how to grant the wishes, noting how difficult it sounds, but he wants to give it a go, showing that he cares about others, even if it's a struggle to meet their needs, and that people will be happy, even if he failed, that he did tr to help them.

Real Ciel seems to think that the only way to keep others around is to take care of them and if they aren't cared for they'll leave for places that will take care of them.