#young-master-phantomhive

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3. Your character walking in on mine having a tea party with stuffed animals.

Jack laughed and took a sip of his imaginary tea.  He sat on the floor at a tiny table with a stuffed bunny, a stuffed dinosaur, and a baby doll.  What a dork.

"Oh Manny, that's hilarious, T!" he exclaimed and leaned back as he laugh, pointing at the dinosaur.  "I can't believe you said--"

The door opened.

Jack turned his head around quickly to stare at Ciel.  Uh oh.

Jack's eyes widened faintly at the strange purple eye, but it was hardly noticeable.  It's not like it changed anything.  Ciel was still Ciel, and that was okay.  

Hearing the boy's small attempts of staying stern made Jack cringe.  He wanted to help Ciel, he wanted to protect him and keep him safe.  That was his job as a Guardian, to watch over the kids.  But, Moon, he was so tired.  He just wanted to fall asleep.  He didn't know how to stay awake.

Jack finally looked at Ciel, his bright ceruleans darting lazily over his face, fixating on his eyepatch for a moment.    He gave a weak laugh at the boy's words.  "Y-you...think s-o?" his voice broke and wavered and he swallowed down air.  He didn't want to think about the fact that he was dying, he had to focus on something else.  He needed a distraction.

Jack's heavy, tearful eyes lifted at the voice.  Ciel was the last person the sprite expected to see in this state, a deep, gut-wrenching wound at his center where he was trying to keep his innards from spilling.  Both of his hands were covered with blood and his hoodie was shredded from the breast down, also soaked in crimson.  He was barely there. His mind was wandering to void, and he had no idea as to how he hadn't died yet.  

"Fearlings happened," he barely got out through weak, dying sputters.  He noticed while lying there that his magic was flitting off of him in waves, and the space around him was freezing cold.  The blood that had left to pool beneath him was gradually becoming frozen.  Why was his magic getting so out of whack?  It was scaring him, and he didn't know what to think of it. 

Everything was happening at once, and he couldn't find himself able to focus on Ciel.  He needed to stay alive.  And his staff, where was it?  Jeez, everything hurt, everything burned, every nerve ached.  Slowly, he craned his neck back to see his staff, now snapped into two broken halves.  His heart dropped.  He thought he could feel it fall out, but he was imagining things.