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The older teen pitched the bridge of his nose again, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning loud enough to hear himself over the din in the Manor.
What did he say about keeping the Manor quiet while he was working? Ciel opened his eyes with determination, wrath burning in his uncovered, cerulean eye.
He stood up and organized his papers. He was not going to get much else done today, anyways.
He sighed irritably and straightened, marching to the door. What mess would he have Sebastian see to today? he wondered, a wry smirk gracing his face. Well, one way to find out.
He opened the wooden door...
...and almost crashed into a large bouquet of flowers, held by his butler.
Ciel stepped back in surprise, then cleared his throat and took the offered bouquet, looking at Sebastian with a raised brow.
“From Elizabeth,” came the reply, polite as ever.
“Ah,” he took a closer look at the flowers and noted the cuter colors she used, the noises he had heard all day forgotten.
The purple of the asters, the white carnations, the blush of the crysanthemums, and the darker magenta hue of the single foxglove blended into a lovely hue. He studied the formation of the arrangement, how the lone foxglove was surrounded by the carnations, chrysanthemums, and the asters, looking somewhat out of place compared to the rest of the aesthetic of the bouquet. Ciel thumbed the foxglove, its small flowers delicate to the touch.
“It’s beautiful,” he murmured, his gut twisting despite his compliment. He often got this feeling when he was reminded of Elizabeth.
“As I thought, young master. What will you send in response?” Sebastian asked, still in front of him. Ciel kept his gaze on the flowers in his arms, then took his eye-patch off, staring into Sebastian’s blood-red eyes for a few seconds.
They flashed, and he absolved, “The loveliest yellow carnations and purple hyacinths for her, Sebastian.”