The Lord Ciel Phantomhive

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Is love possible for us?                                                                                                 

ejiki-aroisu:

the-lord-phantomhive:

 

Ciel laid there, surrounded in warmth for a long time before he finally fell asleep.

εїз: ——       Alois awoke in the morning, still laying close to the younger. He smiled softly and admired his small pouting face while he was sleeping, he looked so peacefull. Carefully Alois started to crawl out of the bed. With a yawn he stretched his arms over his head and searched for his hair tie in the bed before putting it around his wrist and got out to the living room where he had thrown his pants yesterday.

Ciel woke at the absence of warmth. He slowly got up and pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants and began to search for the blond. “Alois? Where’d you go”, he whined as he stumbled about sleepily.

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A Mere Slave                                                                                                                                                                                                            

itsflake:

the-lord-phantomhive:

Ciel nodded and did as he was told, but waited for his master before going for his food. When he was younger, he had been taught that you wait until everyone was seated before you start eating.

Flake sat down across from Ciel, filling his plate as well. He smiled as he realised the other was waiting for him even without being explicitely told. “I hope you like it, then.”

Ciel nodded,”It’ll taste better than anything I’ve had recently”, he said. Now that Flake was sitting and ha food on his plate too, Ciel began to eat, father hungrily too.

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They Don't Understand (Open Rp)                                                            

itsflake:

the-lord-phantomhive:

Ciel did the work, but found it was harder to mess up the work than to do it correctly. He would solve the problem first, then purposely screw it up. He figured if he started to fail, the overly caring teacher would be forced to tutor him.

Flake came back once he had calmed down again, collecting the papers the students had made. He would check them through at home over the weekend, he decided, and after going through another chapter of their book, he dismissed the class early.

Ciel didn’t move when the rest of the students did, after he had finished his work he had fallen asleep. He still didn’t feel well, after being home for two days, it hadn’t helped much.

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A Mere Slave                                                                                                                                                                                                            

itsflake:

the-lord-phantomhive:

Ciel nodded,”Sounds good to me, it smells good”, he said as his stomach began to growl loudly.

Flake quickly set the table and nodded, putting a rather large portion on Ciel’s plate. “Your stomach seems to approve of that idea, too. Sit down” he smiled.

Ciel nodded and did as he was told, but waited for his master before going for his food. When he was younger, he had been taught that you wait until everyone was seated before you start eating.

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They Don't Understand (Open Rp)                                                            

itsflake:

the-lord-phantomhive:

Ciel was in school that last day of the week. He looked exhausted and pale. When he sat at his desk, he laid his head on his arm, and right there he decided if they had a test, he would purposely flunk it.

Every day, he would just look out for the boy, nearly crumbling when he wasn’t there. It got even worse though when he finally came. He looked so pale, so exhausted. And Flake was so worried. He felt sick to his stomach. What had happened to the boy. He quickly gave them some assignment and hurried to the bathroom, trying to calm down and keep his lunch down and not to think about how despite his state, that guy was still the best looking human he’d ever seen.

Ciel did the work, but found it was harder to mess up the work than to do it correctly. He would solve the problem first, then purposely screw it up. He figured if he started to fail, the overly caring teacher would be forced to tutor him.