♕ || Another party that he didn’t want to go to, but Elizabeth coerced him into attending. Naturally Ciel’s attention span to all of this was minimal, really only looking up…
♔: Alois should’ve felt defeated when the young earl questioned their meeting point, yet his voice pained Alois with such vivid memories that he was almost sure of Ciel’s identity. “Actually,” he corrected politely, “I was thinking of elsewhere.”
He had often reflected upon the circumstances that lead him to become the next Earl of Trancy. It was usually something he thought about on nights alone in bed, when he couldn’t quite get to sleep. He hated being by himself at night, because those kind of thoughts always seemed to creep their way in and weave their way into his being.
He sometimes thought about the only companion he had in that place; the young, thin boy with cobalt eyes, stuck in the same lifeless, hopeless situation as him. He wondered what had become of him and sometimes, if he thought about the worst outcome, he would miss him quite badly and was overtaken by a longing to know what happened to him.
He ended up feeling desperately upset if he thought about it for too long, and he often tried to cast off those thoughts. But if he tried to avert his course and wonder into a different aspect of it, he’d think about where those unsightly events lead him; into the house of the previous Earl Trancy.
Of course, if he let himself think about that, he either felt the angered, empty, frustrated feeling that made him want to curl up and hug his knees into his chest and scream, or he’d have to grit his teeth, shut his eyes and shake off the thought. What an endless, awful cycle of unacceptable.
Maybe that was the uncomfortable feeling that overtook him; this boy made him remember things he’d rather not, and he wasn’t even sure of Ciel’s legitimacy. But he knew that name and he had heard it once before. Not uttered by Ciel himself, but by the men who had kept them and called for him.
“I think we should discuss what I have to say privately.”
♕ || Ciel wasn’t writing the boy off with what he was saying, he just simply wasn’t going to go spouting off in depth details of the horrid places he was held while he was under the cults control. No one this side of London besides Sebastian even knew that’s where he was, to everyone else it was a complete mystery what had become of who was now the Phantomhive Earl back then. Suffice to say, Ciel was keeping his secrets close.
Following Ciel’s return, the only time that he was truly plagued as badly as the blonde was was when his recurring nightmares would enter his mind and render him a quivering, screaming, mess of a child that Sebastian had to tread with caution getting to calm down. When Ciel got into that mental state following a rather violent one, he wouldn’t recognize his butler, his own name barely registered in his head, and he’d often go as far as to lash out at Sebastian. Those were Ciel’s lowest point, when he wasn’t acting like himself in the least.
Ciel wasn’t uncomfortable with silence, but the strange atmosphere between the two of them was intriguing yet off-putting in its own way. He nodded twice at the boys suggestion and pushed himself away from the wall, draining what little was left in his glass and handing it off to the first servant that passed by him. He only needed that while he was amongst others and needed an excuse to look busy, although now he was grateful he was getting a seemingly easy out from the party altogether, however temporary it was.
It was the Midford manor the party was being held at, so Ciel was at a bit more liberty than others to walk through the nearby vicinity to find them an empty parlor for them to talk in. The one he opened the door to was one he and Elizabeth often spent the afternoons in when she dragged had him over for tea and scones. Holding the door open for the boy, Ciel ushered in behind him and quietly locked the door behind him. If they were getting to the point where a private conversation was necessary, then they didn’t need the chance of somebody bursting in and overhearing things they didn’t need to hear.
Finally turning around, Ciel’s eye narrowed a minute degree as he finally spoke again to address the yet to be named companion.
You said you had something to discuss, what exactly is it?