|Black Butler x reader|
Previously "Mater Mea"
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After spending her past years in total isolation, [Name] [Lastname] settles down in the heart of London, yet her peace is short-lived as she opens her eyes to meet the view of 19th-c...
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Once again, in front of the same old fireplace, her sharp eyes have grown accustomed to over the past month or more. And once again, sat in front of the angel she had also grown to enjoy. But lately, there's been something that distracts her every time she notices him, every time she glances over...
His pale blue eyes, and the matching pendant on his collar, an eye that seems to follow his own.
"Angel?" she called out,
"Hm?" He continued his stitching, threading the needle through the ebony cloth. His own eyes were unwavering from his hands as he worked the needle, making delicate, even stitches along the fabric.
"Your eyes," He paused his actions, his eyes looking up from his stitching to stare at her for a moment, the pendant on his neck seemingly doing the same, yet looked ever so normal when she took a glance at it.
A small smile etched onto his face before he continued his actions, his soft eyes looking back down at the fabric as the needle continued "Yes? go on,"
She took a small sip out of her Earl Grey, setting the porcelain cup back gently on the tray as her eyes stayed on his figure "They're blue,"
Ash chuckled, "That they are," as if she had said the most obvious thing. And she just did, of course.
Her almost star-like pupils dilated as she stared at him, his silver hair falling ever so softly over his face while the gentle smile stayed on his lips. Her eyes kept on his through his white lashes, somehow, every time she looked at him, his eyes especially, it brought her body a comforting warmth; one that made her relax in her seat. "Had they ever been any other colour?" She tried, recalling how she remembered his violet eyes when she would watch a different version of him through a 2d screen, unlike now.
"Before I had met you, with old masters," He spoke calmly, needling still piercing through the dark cloth,
"Your eye colour can change?" She watched intently as his gloved hands worked with the needle, still asking questions.
"I had assumed you thought that when you asked me," He had set the needle and cloth aside on a small table beside his chair, crossing his legs as he leaned back, letting out a deep breath.
"Purple?"
"Yes, purple. The colour of nobility and power, a colour I found fitting for my previous masters...If you could call them that; a colour that I would cast upon myself and wear, but not with pride" He explained, his eyes flashing with the very colour he spoke of, making the woman open her mouth in amazement as she leaned in slightly, the pendant on his chest shifting to be a still purple amulet, unlike the eye he usually has.
"Woah," her eyes widened in curiosity as she stared into those purple irises before he blinked again, and it was back to the pale blue she had grown accustomed to, "So then...blue? Why'd you choose that?"
