It's night at the Phantomhive manor. The young master is finally asleep after a long day of lessons, though for how long that will last remains to be seen. Outside, the light of the full moon bathes the countryside, and it's quiet. There are no trespassers to remove - at least, not so far.
He decides to practice his cooking. His palate is never fully going to adjust to fit this human form, a fact he's grateful for, but it does mean he has a lot to learn when it comes to pleasing his fussy young lord.
He's putting the finishing touches on a breakfast practice run when he hears the scream. There's no one besides his young master in the manor, so he knows it's only the nightmares again. If he goes to check on him, the odds are about 50/50 whether he'll be ordered to stay or go.
He sighs and picks up the candelabra before making his way back upstairs.
He can hear the boy trying to stifle his whimpering from halfway down the hall. The sound awakens the ever-present hunger, and he licks his lips almost without thinking.
The soul of someone so young and so damaged... It would already be tasty enough. By the time the terms of the contract have been met, he'll have spiced and seasoned it to perfection - a much more enjoyable result than the sad breakfast he's left cooling downstairs.
All of this will be more than worth it, in the end.
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Kuroshitsuji, Sebastian Michaelis (pre-series)
Date: 2015-01-22 12:39 am (UTC)He decides to practice his cooking. His palate is never fully going to adjust to fit this human form, a fact he's grateful for, but it does mean he has a lot to learn when it comes to pleasing his fussy young lord.
He's putting the finishing touches on a breakfast practice run when he hears the scream. There's no one besides his young master in the manor, so he knows it's only the nightmares again. If he goes to check on him, the odds are about 50/50 whether he'll be ordered to stay or go.
He sighs and picks up the candelabra before making his way back upstairs.
He can hear the boy trying to stifle his whimpering from halfway down the hall. The sound awakens the ever-present hunger, and he licks his lips almost without thinking.
The soul of someone so young and so damaged... It would already be tasty enough. By the time the terms of the contract have been met, he'll have spiced and seasoned it to perfection - a much more enjoyable result than the sad breakfast he's left cooling downstairs.
All of this will be more than worth it, in the end.