[ Dream ] -£- 006

[dealwithademon]

The floor before him is a giant series of checkerboard; black, and white, alternating, back and forth across the endless floor. For reasons he can't remember, he's walking. The pieces, rooks and knights, and pawns in black and white, lay on their sides, cracked, broken, silent. This is a battlefield, that much he's certain of. But the battle

Comments

The butler, attentive

[thebutler_epic]

Restless sleep, my lord? [Sebastian inquires, standing beside the bed just to be a creeper. He's returned fresh laundry and now lingers to be annoying of use]

[dealwithademon]

[Ciel startles, turning sharply. He does his best to smother the fleeting expression of alarm] I'm just fine. What are you doing in here? [what he's not saying, is how unnerving it is whenever he wakes up to that person looming over him like that. He's just lucky he hasn't pulled a gun out from under his pillow in a while.]

[thebutler_epic]

I was putting away the laundry. [Smiles. Is the friendly, attentive butler act convincing anyone? Ah, well. Sebastian is amusing himself]

[dealwithademon]

Must you really do such work at such strange hours? [Ciel narrows his eye. He's really not in the mood, not especially after that last dream...]