♞ Third Person Sample ♔
Black and red...behind closed eyes, lost in the game he was twirling himself around in, like some parabola pattern spun into a spiderweb. Black and white... eyes open again. Such perfect symbolism were the block tones he saw in checks.
Watching through his vicarious eye, at a safe distance, witnessing the beauty of the fallen bishop, at the foot of the already toppled castle. The Queen had been taken long since before now, and all the King had left to protect his wilting Kingdom, was a handful of figures, who would all so willingly give their lives to protect his. A half sided smirk raised up to pull the corners of Ciel's thin line of lips and shape them accordingly, as he considered how foolish their plight truly was- for their ruler was simply humouring them, he must have been, after all, to even assume that they could have taken on such as the child genius? This though amused Ciel greatly as he continued to watch silently, lost in thoughts of war as if it was child's play.
There was something so galvanizing about watching the fall of a country and its people. The ideals of the Young Earl would surely gain him the recognition he sorely sort after. The justice and revenge deserved for such a great many loss as his had been. It was all he could think about in the end. Black and red again. With eyes closed, Ciel pictured himself the King. Sat high above his subjects, the dead paving the ground for his most important piece, walking over the dead pawns, be they of family or friend, they were all disposable in Ciel's troubled eyes. All but one, his most loyal, his most powerful, his most needed ... his black Knight...
Sebastian.
Ciel would often fantasise like so, while playing chess with anyone really, no matter his feelings towards that particular person. Tonight, it happened to be Lau he gamed with. Another one of his pawns, one he didn't trust but would never confess this to, for Ciel thought it best to keep very little about oneself and ones desires known, when in the company of wolves. And as like everything in his tormented little life, Ciel took action with his Knight. Using the black chess piece to finally take Lau's immaculate porcelain King. The mirth was clear as it spread across Ciel's face, such games felt so important to the Young Earl, they amplified his true feelings, his true inclination.
Shortly after the game was won, Sebastian would kindly press gloved palms upon Ciel's nimble little skeletal shoulders, those hands holding him, reminding him of his own mortality. The game of chess was his own long deluded illusion of his life, but his pain and loss was reality. And so no sooner had it ended, did Ciel rise from his seat, bid his guest farewell and leave to his bed chambers. His actions in the following days, over what had been discussed during the game, would soon follow, for once something was in Ciel's mind, and that mind of his was made up?
... There was never any stopping him, not until he was satisfied.