in my hands, to cup it like water
Your fingerprints are all over who I am now.
A small puff of breath left Sebastian’s lips as he averted his gaze, rolling on his back to ignore the mess they had created. He would be the one to take care of this – but later. For now, the demon would allow himself another moment in unexpected peace and bliss. Even though the drying blood sticking to his skin would become an annoyance sooner or later. It hadn’t started relaxed like this at all.
His young master had been in a bad mood since the morning. After a failed attempt at doing what Sebastian had requested during their lesson, the boy had been grumpy and not all too eager to talk to the ravenette. While that itself was nothing new, the pointless argument about devouring souls a little later surely hadn’t helped to lift the former earl’s spirits, making him shoot back that eating humans was all the older ever thought of.
It had felt like an eternity as they were glaring at each other, the young male just as unwilling to back down as he himself. Contrary to his earlier efforts, the young male was much better at fighting when angered and since no order had been given, the butler had chosen to not put up with everything the other threw at him. And then, the former earl had done something the ravenette hadn’t seen coming – he had leaned in to forcefully sink his teeth deep into his shoulder, just at the base of the neck.
After that, they had both snapped.
Dark blood gushed from the wound as Sebastian clawed at the younger demon, pushing him off of him only to follow quickly, having the boy pressed against the windowsill in a matter of seconds and mockingly smirking at the snarl that left the former earl. The way the window had misted up as he firmly turned the boy around was something entirely delightful. Unfortunately, the tipped over nightstand hadn’t survived the encounter.
With a sigh, the ravenette closed his eyes.
The crimson liquid would be a pain to wash out and his master would certainly reprimand him for destroying yet another piece of furniture once he had begun caring about his surroundings again. But nevertheless, being who and what he was, he wouldn’t feel the slightest bit of regret.
He knew how they ended up like this…sort of.
Panting slightly, Ciel, while completely aware of the chain of events that caused this, but why one thing led to another wasn’t so clear. Being snippy, and later attacking Sebastian, he expected a very different reaction.
Not that he was complaining, of course. Pain with pleasure was certainly more welcomed than pain alone.
For now, however, he was trying to regain his senses.
He was still a bit annoyed from earlier, but most of his frustration was gone, being unable to hold on to such emotions anymore. Maybe he shouldn’t be too annoyed with Sebastian since he sort of helped. Even if the process was a bit unconventional.
Scrunching up his nose at the tight feeling of his skin where blood dried, he knew that they would have to get cleaned up sooner or later. Glancing over at the older demon—and whose fault this was in his mind—Ciel noticed the bloody remains of his attack earlier.
Maybe later would be more likely.
Nipping at the mark, the young demon huffed slightly. “You need to stop destroying furniture.”