severe/life-threatening illness
fic: untitled (I'm still hugging ducky)
square: severe/life-threatening illness
warnings: see square! mood whiplash
The butler slid into a dark room, barely lit by the candles he brought with him. “Miss Elizabeth is asleep now.”
Ciel leaned back in his chair, the tension he’d held all day leaving his body. “I don’t want to see her anymore.” He had a small coughing fit over inhaling.
“You mean you don’t want her to see you.” Sebastian smiled his usual smile. He kneeled before Ciel and wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief. It came away smeared with red. For too long Ciel had done his persistent cough away with explanations of allergies and asthma. Until the blood he started coughing up couldn’t be concealed anymore and was staining more and more of Sebastian’s handkerchiefs. He had taken to burning them.
“Do I have time…” Ciel took a shaky breath at the edge of another coughing fit. “… time to end my revenge?”
“Plenty of time. This won’t go fast.”
Ciel shuddered. “You like it. Like seeing me in this state.”
The demon shrugged.
„Won’t it spoil the taste?”
“Your soul is entirely separate from your body. Nothing your body goes through can spoil the taste. Your suffering makes it richer, though.”
“Bastard.”
Sebastian simply smiled some more. “It’s time for your bath, young master.”
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“It’s time to take your medicine.”
“It tastes horrible.”
“There’s cake.” Sebastian had made three different desserts to bribe his master into taking medicine.
“Go away.”
Sighing Sebastian left Ciel to his brooding. “Yes, my Lord.”
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“Get me Lau.”
“Has it come this far?”
“Can you make it better?”
Sebastian shook his head, looking down. This thing was starting to get less funny.
“Then get me Lau.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
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“It’s time for dinner, young master.”
“But I just had…” Ciel looked up into Sebastian’s red eyes. “Oh! Right. I’m ready. Do it.”
“Ordering me around to the very last, aren’t you?” Sebastian sounded amused. He reached out and cupped Ciel’s face in his hand. Ciel blushed, before he got another coughing fit.
“Get on with it, will you? I’m bored.” A red haired person sitting in the shadows of the corner to Ciel’s right complained. The person held two red scissors in one hand and had propped his head into the other.
“My, my, what a PRETTY body he will be!” On the other side of the room, a person dressed all in black, with long white hair was chewing on his own nails, looking at Ciel and his butler.
Sebastian, mere seconds away from gaining the soul he’d been waiting for, starving for, so long, snapped. “Do you mind? We’re trying to have an emotionally touching scene here!” he said, quietly, but with a dangerous edge attached.
“Hurry up, so that we can be together at last.” Grell’s smile had way too many teeth.
“I will never be with you.” Sebastian ground out, the hairs in his neck standing. The nerve of that Shinigami, wooing Sebastian on the death bed of his young master!
Meanwhile, Undertaker had started poking Ciel’s bare foot. “Such a pretty corpse, yes yes.”
Ciel had another miserable coughing fit. “This is ridiculous!” He wheezed. “I refuse to die under such circumstances. I refuse!” He glared at Sebastian. “Do something!” A sudden flash of darkness rendered them all blind for a heartbeat.
I took over ten minutes until Undertaker had stopped laughing. “My, oh my, Earl, you amuse me so.”
Confused, Ciel looked from Undertaker to Sebastian and back. “What happened right now?” Sebastian seemed just as surprised as Ciel.
“Instead of the demon sucking the Earl’s soul, the Earl stole some life energy out of the demon. This is priceless!” Undertaker wiped a tear from his eye. “For this, you’ll get free information next time. Huhuhu!” He left, still giggling.
“Tse! This only bought you some time. In the end, I will have Sebastian all to myself!” Grell declared, not quite attached to reality, as per usual, before he left as well.
“Well.” Sebastian straitened his clothes and got up from Ciel’s bed. “As it turns out it’s not quite dinner time yet, how would you like your tea?”
The end. Or is it?
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uuuuuuuuuuuuuh. yeah. truth to be told, the real fic only goes until Sebastian touches Ciel's cheek. the rest is me spazzing over how I can't kill Ciel. -_-
und jetzt das Wort zum Sonntag:
die Wertigkeit von Kommis bestimmt sich nicht in Länge oder Inhalt, sondern ob sie von Herzen kommen. Kommis schreiben, um selber Kommis zu kriegen macht die Kommis wertlos. Davon, nur bestimmten Zirkelmitgliedern Kommis zu schreiben, halte ich erst recht nichts. Da krieg ich lieber keine Kommis.
danke an alle, die trotzdem welche schreiben. <3
