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He had been aware of his developing affection for his servant ever since he was sixteen, three years ago when he finally accepted them and decided to put a name to the feeling, though he knew it tracked all the way back to his early teens. However, it was becoming unbearable as time passed by and knowing he was unable to do anything about it, especially considering said servant would be his ultimate demise. Yet, when the butler would leave fresh red chrysanthemums in his studio everyday as of lately, it confused the young lord to no end. His butler must know the meaning of those flowers for he who was the one teaching him the language of them. It hurt him, to think that he might have let his feelings be seen and was now being laughed at for them. It made him feel a lot of things, from butterflies to tears in his eyes.

All of this is so foolish.

Ciel sighed, unable to keep doing his work properly with the flowers scent lingering in the room. He stood up and walked to the door, heading to the garden for some air. He could see Finny fertilizing the plants some meters away from him. The boy had grown into a very tall man - almost Sebastian's height - and was also starting to get buff, not like Bard but certainly on the thick side now. The young Earl could feel himself blushing when the older boy looked his way and smiled at him, waving his hand in a saluting motion.

While the earl was irrevocably in love with the demon, he wasn't entirely immune to the beauty of other men. It happened with his cousin too, and that Elizabeth knew pretty much as well and would tease him every chance she got. 

He waved back smiling softly and he could see how the boy was basically radiating with happiness everyday. It was like a happy drug, as Lau had called him sometime ago, and Ciel agreed silently as he usually felt at ease when the boy was around.

The interaction hadn't gone unnoticed by his butler, as he asked him about it at his afternoon tea.

"I don't see how that is any of your business", said Ciel, taking a long sip of his Earl grey tea and taking a bite from his cookies. "I'm just making sure you remember you have a fiancé and you're supposed to marry her anytime soon by now".

Tsk.

Oh, how the demon's ignorance about the topic made him almost laugh and choke with his drink. Ciel and Elizabeth had come to an agreement over the engagement months ago, while Sebastian was away in meetings with some potential locations for a new establishment of Funtom Corp. in Germany, they'd agreed to call it off since none of them had such feelings for each other nor did they want an unhappy marriage to take place.

Lizzy was just starting to accept herself as she was - not a dumb doll or a sensitive lady, but a woman that was as fierce as she was delicate and didn't want to be chained by society expectations any longer. Ciel supported her and was able to be more like himself when they were together, too. He didn't need to look imposing all the time and could relax and smile a bit more nowadays.

It was weird, had someone told him when he was thirteen, he would feel happy to have Elizabeth around he would've laughed hysterically and make his butler rip their heads. Of course, it had been a long ride to this point. 

The earl whipped his mouth with the napkin trying his hardest not to laugh at the confused look in his butler factions. The news about the broken engagement was to be released by the end of the month and he didn't want to spoil the surprise.

"May I know what is so funny, my Lord?" He asked, always proper even when curiosity dripped from his tone. "Oh, nothing, just remembered something that's all" responded the earl, masking his expression again and looking serious as always. "You can retire now, I don't need anything else'', the butler hesitated for a second before bowing and muttering his goodbye and disappearing with the tea cart down the hall.

The young boy looked down at his paperwork and sighed frustratingly, the whole ordeal of having a company that sold toys, food and even clothes, was tiring. There were at least three stacks of papers full of innovative ideas that needed his careful observations and approval, another two from his subsidiaries and partners. And another stack for the perfume line he was planning to release by the end of the year. He sighed and continued with his work.

By the time Sebastian came to fetch him for dinner, the amount of paperwork had reduced considerably to just letters from his partners, but that could wait till tomorrow.

He walked down to the dinner table with Sebastian in tow, the silence between them that used to be comfortable had become unbearable in the last few weeks. Ever since Elizabeth had mentioned Ciel's new closeness with her brother.

Ciel hadn't put a lot of thought over his butler demeanors, but it was starting to make him feel rather curious.

The dinner passed uneventfully, as it did most of the time anyway. Except for the almost invisible smile plastered on his lips when he saw the gardener standing as usual to keep him company while eating, alongside the other servants. The shadows in the corners grew suspiciously longer.

Once he was done and retired to his library, he could feel the dark presence following him until he was sitting on his spot on the couch reading the book he's been obsessed with this week.

"What is it, Sebastian?" asked with faux indifference, turning the page as to continue the lecture. "Nothing, my Lord. I've just noticed how you've been happier lately and I was wondering as to why, that's all" he answered, forcing a smile on his lips. 

Ciel looked up from his book, looking at the butler trying to decipher his true intentions. While he was thinking about the reasons he had for this newfound happiness.

"Because I'm not getting married anymore. Because I feel better with myself. Maybe because I found out I can be happy when someone else is; or perhaps because you're leaving me love flowers every day, and, even if in the end you're laughing at me or mocking me, I appreciate and embrace the gesture." He thought.

"If you don't know then I'm afraid you're going to keep wondering, Sebastian. Now, if you could retire so that I can read at peace it would be very much appreciated".

Later that night, the earl found himself writing in his bed a love letter to never be delivered to the demon. Lizzy had suggested it - when he first told him about his growing feelings for the demon - as a way to express his emotions without actually needing to give it to him. Just like any other night, he wrote down several pages with perfect calligraphy, read it again and then he would watch it consumed by the flame of the candles.

He smiled, feeling tired and looking at the clock in the room. Three in the morning. A sigh escaped from his lips, and he made sure of cleaning whatever evidence of his night habits the demon could find before falling asleep.

The red eyes glowing in the darkness of the room went unnoticed by the sleepy boy as he drifted away to the dream realm. The large creature approached the bed smoothly and soundless, staring at his master.

The demon passed his hand through the young earl's hair, careful as to not to wake him up, wondering who the owner of his happiness and growing smiles was. Was it the gardener? He looked rather content when he was in his company lately; perhaps was it his fiancé? It was obvious the change in their relationship and how his master looked more than happy when she paid a visit - has been like that for months now. Or could it be his cousin, the charming guard that kept smiling and teasing him during their gatherings?

Sighing, he leaned over the unconscious form "My small young master, who is making you so happy? Who is taking my place at your side? I know I'm but a mere servant, but if you're looking at the signs and ignoring them, could you perhaps just crush my heart with rejection rather than with this slow heartbreaking game of yours?" He whispered to the night, kissing the boy's forehead before disappearing into the darkness.

As the days passed by, his master seemed more and more excited to the point it became known to the rest of the household.

"The young master is in such a good mood lately, don't you think?" Said Bard to the maid, who nodded excitedly, "Yes he has! He even said we were going to have the weekend off!" Replied Mey Rin with a big smile plastered on her lips. 

"Why do you think that is, though?" Asked the gardener, "Well, it must be because he's about to get married!" Bard voice echoed through the walls.

Sebastian stopped in his tracks. He hadn't seen any news about the progression of the engagement nor been notified about any wedding.

"Ah?! Really? And how do you know?" 

"Well, it's just an assumption, but it must be it, he's already of marrying age after all" he replied. Sebastian just stood there listening to the servants' chatter fading as they walked away.

He had been reminding him so lately, hadn't he? 

'...You have a fiancé and you're supposed to marry her anytime soon by now.'

Could it be so? But then if it were true, he would be the first one to know and there was no notice about an upcoming wedding of which he was aware. It made his chest, where his demonic heart would be, torn with pain and frustration, and he wanted to mark, to possess, demonstrate his dominance and ownership over the boy. The demon huffed, how stupid was he being, a demon and a human willingly together? Not that it was unheard of, but it often came with pain.

Connected souls to demons were both a blessing and a curse. They were such a tasty meal that could stop the undying hunger for centuries. Not all demons had one but all of those who did, experienced the most unbearable grief as humans' lifespan was so short it went by the wind in a second. If they grew too attached to said soul, the connection would only get stronger through their time together until the soul was eaten or gone. It would be the best quality meal, of course, but then the demons would feel so hollow that they usually ended up wandering between worlds, starving to death or let themselves be consumed by the same fire that gave them life.

It was both beautiful and dangerous, and Sebastian was afraid he might have encountered his own demise in the soul of his master. He was now thinking about how it was probably not only the delicious smell of the soul nor its state the thing that drew him closer to the boy, but rather the connection between them.

He sighed, going back to his tasks for the day.

At the afternoon, just an hour before his tea, the butler came into his studio, announcing his older cousin's arrival.

"Edward?" He asked, even though he'd heard it clearly, Sebastian nodded, not even a smile on his face. "Alright, take him to the drawing room I shall be there in a couple of minutes" he said, the butler bowed before turning around.

"Oh, and Sebastian? Don't listen to anything we say, nor can you stay in the room with us. I guess it is perfectly clear this is an order, right?" The demon looked at him, murmuring a simple affirmation before leaving.

"Edward, what are you doing here? Can not say I'm not pleased to see you, but I thought you'd be at the palace by now." He said after greeting his cousin, the older man smiled, "And I was supposed to, but I wanted to see you first before leaving,” said the charming boy. Ciel blushed ever so slightly, smiling like a fool.

"Oh, thanks. Tell me, how did everyone take the news", even though both Elizabeth and Ciel were old enough to take this sort of matter in their own hands, they didn't tell anyone about cutting off the engagement but Edward. 

And yes, they had to tell the marquis and marchioness about the engagement being nullified before releasing this for the press.

"Well, Lizzy was interrogated by mother, and you can imagine how that went, so you can expect her to come here soon with a proposal of something of sorts, but father only asked her if she had been happy with her decision and accepted it, rather reluctantly, but it could’ve been worse" he answered, taking the earl's hands between his, "Now, you tell me. Has your butler proposed to you yet?"

Ciel blushed furiously and frowned, "How dare you say such things! It's unfitting for an earl to have any sort of relationship with his servants" Edward laughed in his face and closed the distance.

"But you would love it if he did, wouldn't you?" He whispered in his ear, Ciel was red from embarrassment. The young guard put on some distance before biding his goodbyes and leaving the manor, winking at him from the carriage as it left the manor grounds.

Sebastian asked repeatedly about such strange meeting – in the most subtle way he could without showing these feelings he had – as he was not able to hear a thing as per his charge orders, he could only acquire the information from the source itself.

“Sebastian! I will not be tolerating this kind of behavior, whatever I shall have discussed with Edward it’s irrelevant to you, so stop it, now.” The Earl was tired of his butler lurking around, interrogating him as thought he was some sort of criminal. “I am retiring for the night, I will not need your assistance, nor do I wish for you to be near, understood?”

Not waiting for a reply, the master closed his book and exited the library huffing and puffing. He wondered if he already suspected about the situation with the engagement by any other medium, but it could not be possible, no. Perhaps he was jealous of Edward?

Stop with the daydreaming already, you fool!

Sebastian could hear the earl preparing the bathtub for his nightly bath. Sighing, the demon leaned back on the bed he seldom had a use for, soon, a coughing fit made its presence alongside the red chrysanthemums that would be arranged in a beautiful bouquet in the morning, then finding himself shocked as a single forget-me-not made its way through his lips. The butler closed his eyes, sensing his master walking to his closet and then going back to his bed.

The devil could only imagine what it would feel like to share his love with his master, to understand what love is and how it feels like. He wanted to do all those things human lovers did, such as cuddling and kissing, going out on dates and spending time together. He wanted to hold his hand and for it to mean something different to both of them. Wanted to make him feel safe and happy, he wanted his trust to be because he really trusted him and not because of a contract which stated he’d never lie to him.

But oh, if he wasn’t the biggest liar roaming the earth, excusing himself every time his young lord was chatting or laughing or feeling at ease with someone else; he hated every laugh, smile and touch that wasn’t directed at him, how he would dance with someone else at the parties, and despised the way his charge would look at any other that weren’t the hellish butler. The gardener, some business partners, the Midford siblings, he's even caught him staring at Snake at times.

Thinking about it only provided him more and more cough, and with it, a flower pool in his bed and petals piling up on the floor. Ah, another mess to clean.

The next day was frustrating for Sebastian as marchioness Midford made her appearance at the door. She commented on Sebastian’s flaws as always – and as every time she came by, the demon had to endure it and pretend to be ashamed and polite with her while desiring to kick her out of the manor the second she stepped in. He excused himself to fetch his master and requesting her to please wait at the drawing room while his charge arrived. He could hear the woman muttering blasphemies and Sebastian never has been one to feel any sort of fright, but the way the woman was talking made him feel chills running through his vessel.

The second helped the – noticeable infuriated – marchioness into the carriage, his master’s anxiety was present in the connection between them, a mix of confusion and worry washed over the butler, who accelerated his steps and entered the room with no prior notice.

“My lord, are you feeling unwell?” Asked the demon as he looked at his master staring at him while shaking slightly, wide eyed as thought he was in disbelief.

“I am fine, just fetch me some water, quickly”, said the Earl while sitting back down into the chair where he’d been arguing with his aunt. The butler did as tell and in matter of seconds he was standing right next to him holding a glass of water which the young man swallowed whole in one shot. The earl’s face was hard to decipher, the mixed emotions didn’t help either. Sebastian could feel rage, confusion, disappointment and sorrow from his master’s side.

“I will be in the greenhouse for whatever’s left of the afternoon, and I certainly hope to be alone so, unless there’s something that needs my presence, do not come to me until dinner, that’s an order”.

And so, the Earl left the room almost sprinting while heading outside. Sebastian watched him leave without moving an inch, he pondered about the possible kind of conversation the earl and the marchioness may have had for both to be in such state. The most plausible seemed to be wedding plans, after all, his master was eighteen already and even the queen had delicately expressed her excitement over such wedding, making emphasis in the creation of a new watchdog, in a letter she’d sent to the earl during his birthday eve last year.

(For Sebastian, she seemed to be ready to start tormenting the still inexistent next generation.)

Thoughts about the possibly upcoming wedding filled Sebastian to the brim, even if his master protested against it for being too soon, the marchioness outranked him in social terms. He would be commanded to accept it one way or another. Even then, Sebastian couldn’t stop himself from picturing Ciel’s brightly smiling face staring at his wife-to-be in the altar as fake as it may – or perhaps may not - be, then having to endure that same look directed at her everyday, and what if they ever have children? It was too much for the demon, a harder coughing fit attacked him for several minutes. Forget-me-nots and red carnations flooded the room, what was left of red chrysanthemums were the petals, symbolizing the love had once again developed and, as deep as it was now, it made his heart literally ache to the point he needed to crouch down until he could breath properly again.

For once, I think I’ve found the only kind of pain I would never wish upon anybody for I, creator of pain and grief, have finally understood what it feels to be heartbroken.

A month passed by without any other surprises, yet his master acted cold to him, sometimes it felt as if the earl was not even there, just an empty shell standing in the room; his once bright determined eyes became dull and avoiding, the separation was affecting the bond created by the contract and it made Sebastian’s condition worse.

Lady Elizabeth’s surprise visit made matters worst. For once, his charge seemed completely relieved and overjoyed to see her. They hugged and kissed each other cheeks, Sebastian could hear the servants in the back excited at the exchange. They were to be left alone in the garden and the butler would only come close if refreshments were needed.

As it seemed to be a new habit of his charge, he was ordered not to listen to their conversation. So, he could only bitterly look at them through one of the windows, feeling his lungs at the border of collapse when they smiled or touched their hands. The devil was so focused on them that he wasn’t aware of the gardener’s presence until he spoke.

“They look so happy, don’t they Mr. Sebastian?”, asked the boy with a smile akin to Tanaka’s, as if he was nostalgic about something. This puzzled the butler, who eyed him by the corner and turning his sight back to the betrothed couple. “Yes, they do Finny. May I ask what are you doing here? Have you finished your work today?”

The boy smiled widely and nodded enthusiastically, “I’ve finished everything for today! I cut the lawn, then planted those trees you told me this morning. Planted the roses and watered the flowers; helped Snake in the stables and cleaned the warehouse.” Sebastian hummed in approval without looking at the young boy. “Can I tell you a secret, Mr. Sebastian?”

The butler turned to look at the boy whose gaze kept lingering on the couple, he started to feel bitter thinking the gardener might be staring at his charge. “Go ahead Finnian”. Finny leaned against the windowpane with the same nostalgic look. “I feel happy for the young master, he deserves this at least after everything that has happened. After all, we should be with the one we love, am I right Mr. Sebastian?”

Sebastian felt the bitterness creeping up his throat like bile, and he was about to throw it all on the innocent gardener that didn’t spare a glance his way as he left the room as quietly as he’s entered.

‘After all, we should be with the one we love’.

The demon couldn’t keep it together anymore and left the manor, not coming back no matter how many times his charge called for him until well past midnight, slipping inside like a shadow into the master’s bedroom. Drawing closer until his face was centimeters away from the earl’s sleeping one. He smiled at the sight in half agony half gratefulness, kissing softly Ciel’s forehead as thought he was a porcelain doll, as thought if he used a little more pressure and it would shatter in his hands. He left a letter on the nightstand before retiring, his gaze lingering on the boy until the door was closed.

The butler knew his eternity would soon come to an end, as he once again found himself in the darkness of the woods near the Phantomhive state. The flowers kept coming out of his now open chest, black ink combined with blood as Sebastian could feel himself drifting away, as he did every night for the lasts few months. Yet tonight, it felt as thought the dark pit made for him consumed him entirely.

Love, a feast I could never enjoy for I’ve been forced to abstain, yet the only thing I truly desire is for him to love me back.

The last few months – ever since Edward’s last visit – his butler had been acting… weird, his appearance paler than usual and there was always blood in the corner of his mouth. Ciel had been attempting to ask, truly, yet he felt as if it was too intrusive for his butler. He was, however, really preoccupied by this; as per his knowledge in demonology, there existed a few life-threatening sicknesses they could have. The earl recognized the symptoms of one of them, nonetheless, he didn’t want to presume anything. He did wonder if Sebastian was faking it and leaving traces for him to see and then laugh when his feelings for the demon were out, or whether he was actually sick.

The fact that he had never actually seen it in person before, only known to him by ear and borrowed scriptures read after midnight had him deliberating about the accuracy of his knowledge.

The day before Elizabeth’s visit had Ciel on the edge. The separation that took over the two after his aunt visited the manor had him constantly trying to refuge in his butler’s arms, but his aunt words resonated in the depths of his mind.

‘We are the only family you have left, Ciel, and you really want to throw it out the window? For what? That damned butler? No, do not even try to deny it! I’ve observed the way you look at him. Do you really think that man truly cares about you? He doesn’t, he does not care one bit! Once you are gone, as faithful as he looks, he will only go serve another master in the blink of an eye. How can you be so blind, Ciel? Believe me when I say you are ruining everything you’ve worked hard for.

(…) Fine! I will accept the annulment of the engagement, however, do not ever come near us ever again, you’re a disgrace for the Phantomhive name! Bringing down such powerful house with your filthy and selfish acts!’

As much as she’d hated her for what had been said that afternoon, she had been right in Sebastian’s actions following up his death; the demon would kill him then lurk for another soul to fulfill his hunger. However, staring at the demon through the creaks of a door coughing flowers over and over again, Ciel felt the need to be with him, something inside yelling at him to go and tell him how he felt, no matter how would the demon react; even if the demon’s sickness wasn’t because of him, who was the one receiving the bloody flowers in his studio every day?

Yet his dread of rejection took the best of him, making him back down and keep walking down the corridor, away from his dying butler.

He woke up in the middle of the night, when the moon was on its highest peak, sweating and feeling a strange and painful pull at his contract; a warning, he thought warily. He looked around finding a letter on his nightstand, taking it in his trembling hands, expecting the worst.

August 16, 1894

Dear master,

I apologize profusely for my intrusive and confusing behaviour these lasts months; I seem to be unable to manage my emotions properly when it comes to you. I feel this uncontrollable longing, my nights are filled with histories of us that are never bound to happen because of the nature of our relationship. I must admit, my lord, I desire you; I wish to become the person you think about day and night, the one you look for in the dark; I want you for the eternity, to be with you wherever you please to. I am starving for you in ways I never thought possible; I am starving to posses you, to make you mine and for me to be yours, be equals in every sense.

This desire is not entirely physical, as I yearn for us to be close emotionally too. Your brain, attitude and never-ending determination have captivated me as much your beautiful body and soul has.

 One should not have such strong desires, however. I have learned the hard way, as now I’m sick and the only cure, my dearest master, is out of my reach, as you won’t return my feelings. I’ve been selfish while trying to keep you to myself, but I know now I must set you free for I wish your happiness above all else.

It has been an honor to be your butler and confidant all these years, I’m afraid I shall say my goodbyes tonight, as my body will be nothing but ashes in the morning.

Be happy and be loved, my soul.

Love, your ever faithful demon.

Ciel felt as thought his whole world was crashing down on him. Silent tears running down his eyes, a hand draped over his mouth to cover any sound and not alert the servants. He quickly got up and went to mirror; the contract seal was still there, smiling brightly but becoming a dull, lighter color by the second. Sebastian was still alive, that was sure, but he was dying at an alarming velocity and Ciel wasn’t about to let that happen.

He dressed up as fast as he could and started to think how to get to Sebastian. He closed his eyes, searching through their bond as he had mastered during recent years, until he sensed the demon; he stood up quickly, getting out of the manor and half running to wherever his senses guided him.

Ciel was about to give up when the ambiance became eerie, the dense fog soon made its appearance. The deeper he went, the more Ciel felt uneasy; the seal was barely hanging now, and he’d lost track of Sebastian moments ago. There was a scent of death he’d known too well, and he just hoped it wasn’t too late.

He’d noticed, after all, how his butler would be more and more tired everyday. How flowers would come out of his mouth with blood when he thought no one was looking at him and the way he would lean on the walls from time to time not to fall. The gloves dirtied with blood in the trashcan and Finny had been the one to tell him about the disaster Sebastian’s room would be at night, how the blood would come out of the door as thought it was a leak.

He suddenly stumbled with a root of one of the nearby ancient trees, making him fall face first to the floor. He sat down slowly, rubbing his head and feeling the small trail of blood coming out of it. The earl took a second to breath in silence when he heard someone gasping for breath and the smell of blood passing though his nostrils. He stood up suddenly, feeling dizzy for such abrupt action, and followed the noise and scent until he was facing Sebastian’s body, full of blood and flowers surrounding him, paler than ever and as thought he was about to die.

Ciel ran up to him screaming, “Sebastian! Sebastian!”

The earl took the demon’s face in his hand, as careful as he could, and stared at him for a second. Sebastian hardly opened his eyes staring in disbelief at the fight in front of him, was it an hallucination? The devil directed his hand to the earl’s face with some difficulty, tearing down as he touched the flesh and saw the young man crying as well.

“I love you, Sebastian. Why didn’t you tell me you loved me too sooner?” whispered the earl, the demon smiled with sadness, “I thought it wasn’t reciprocated, my lord. I apologize sincerely”. His voice was husky and low, tired and far.

“You’re an idiot”, sobbed Ciel, kissing Sebastian. He could taste the blood in his demon’s mouth, but it wasn’t any less magical because of it. Suddenly, Sebastian’s body started trembling and Ciel watched in utter surprise how the color returned to Sebastian’s face, the flowers coming out of his chest became ashes and it healed itself; the moonlight illuminating them both. The demon opened his eyes, confused as to what had just happened; he didn’t have time to think as Ciel jumped on him to kiss him endlessly. His cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, his chin and lips. Sebastian giggled, taking his master’s hands in his once the boy stopped placing kisses on him.

“My lord, would you accept to be my lover?”

Ciel laughed with tears in his eyes, nodding enthusiastically, “Yes, Sebastian, a thousand times, yes” he whispered. Sebastian cleaned the tears with his hand. “Now now, my love. We better get back; the cold is bad for your health”.

They walked hand in hand to the manor as Ciel wasn’t sure of how demon recovering for sicknesses worked and didn’t want Sebastian to overexert himself.

“I am curious thought, young master, how do you plan to tell lady Elizabeth about this?” Ciel laughed softly, “You dumb demon, she knows already! In fact, we called off the engagement since the beginning of the year, that’s why Aunt Francis visited last month. Lizzy came to say goodbye for that, she will live in France from now on”. Sebastian could hear some sadness in his lover’s voice.

“Would you miss her?” he asked, sensing Ciel’s mood flattering a bit, “Yes, she’s been a great confidant these pasts months. I think what I’m regretting is having been hating her presence when surely, we could have been in better times had we just talked this sooner.”

The earl sighed shakily, and the demon rubbed his hand with care, “However, I’m happy for her, she will be somewhere she’s more appreciated and perhaps she will find someone who truly loves her. She told me to stop being an idiot about my feelings for you and gather the courage to tell you how I feel before it’s too late, and it almost was.”

Sevastian hugged him, trying to soothe him as the boy cried in his shoulder. “I almost lost you because I was scared of telling you the truth. You shouldn’t have suffered so much for someone who can’t even communicate properly his feelings.”

“That’s alright, my dear. We both have been fools when it comes to each other. Now, we’ll try to be better at communicating, is that okay?”

Ciel nodded, kissing Sebastian’s chin.

“Let’s go home.”

“Yes, my love.”