"What you wore,
was hardly modest
for a earl."
"What's supposed to count
as 'modest?'"
That was a question
Ciel had never really thought about.
He had only dressed
The way he was taught
Was 'right'.
Something that didn't
'Defile the Phantomhive name.'
But did that really mean
That anything that wasn't,
'Shorts to knee length.'
'Stockings to the calf.'
'Held by only leather garders.'
'And long sleeves,'
Was wrong?
So in response,
He only shrugged
Much to the amusement of the latter...
"What?"
Alois began.
"Do my legs bother you?"
"Does the gap, where my stockings come to an end,
Between my shorts,
Where my thigh is exposed,"
He teased.
"Taunt you?"
The blunnette flushed.
The question stunned him.
"N-no..."
He wouldn't let go of his pride
That easily.
"Of course not."
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Chamber Of Exquisite Sadness - {Cielois}
FanfictionUpon realization of their entrapment in this dome of headspace together, chained until the conflict resolved on the outside world, outside of Phantomhives body. Or was it now 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 body? What else could they do but converse? Maybe learn the la...
