The butler appeared not a minute after the call of his master, brows lifting inquisitively as he observed Ciel’s frantic awakening. Immediately, he percieved there was more to the boy’s panicked state than just the fact he had ‘overslept’. Afterall, Sebastian had already made the necessary arrangements to the young lord’s agenda for today as to allow him the extra time— he wasn’t so irresponsible as to purposely attempt to ruin a perfect schedule.
So then, why the temporary flicker of frenzy in his eyes? Ciel had placed the capture of ‘Jack the Ripper’ above saving the life of Madam Red, therefore curing the Queen’s concerns first and foremost. It could not have been guilt, he reasoned, silently analyzing yesterday’s events in his mind. But there was something there, something rare and foreign that Sebastian felt he might not get the chance to see again so soon.
“Your body required more rest than usual in order to recover completely.” he stated with nonchalance. Maroon strands of hair fell delicately over scarlet hues as he tilted his head innocently to the side, a small smile forming on the edges of his lips.
“Did you sleep well?”
A heavy, frustrated sigh would leave the young Earl’s lips, shooting the butler a glare. He would stay silent throughout the process of getting him changed — almost even a stubborn refusal to answer him, much like a troublesome child. Only when all was done and the eyepatch had been tied up did he speak, though by his tone, he was quite obviously irritated.
And not just because Sebastian had not woken up on time, too.
He had lost something.
Something he’d never get back.
… not for the first time, either.
“You know very well that no matter how prepared in advance you are, I cannot slack off on my own work. No matter the events of the day before, you must never fail to wake me up early — understand, Sebastian?“ An order, of course. Ciel couldn’t let himself soften up and let ‘small’ things like this slip into his little shell. He had to keep moving forward, no matter what. That was the only way.
That was his only reason for living.
Most would preach to him with no end about how living for revenge was no good, but he didn’t care.
The mark burned into his skin continued to fuel his anger, and it would never go away. Not until he had avenged his name.
Though to answer Sebastian’s last question, Ciel would narrow his eyes — of course, there was no hiding things from the demon — of course, there were things that could be hidden and was still hidden from the butler’s knowledge, but some things he could just see through. Even so, Ciel would avert his gaze. ”Aa. A nice, long rest; all thanks to you. Happy?”
” —And? What do you have prepared today? “ He was talking about lunch, of course — mainly only caring about the dessert. No surprise there.