Sebastian never looked at me the same way again in the week following our discussion. All he gave me now was a look of understanding and sometimes a glimpse of concern. Emotion has always been a weakness of demon-kind.
Through observing Sebastian all these years, I've noticed the small things he does for me. Things that aren't required yet he does them anyway as though he would never have thought to do anything else. An undeniable instance of this was when he repaired the ring of the Phantomhive estate.
He surprised me that night, although I hid these feelings behind a mask of noble eloquence, I began to understand that he truly would go above and beyond for the Phantomhive name. That he'd protect it as I have.
It was the same when I caught influenza due to being pushed into water and left to dry in the freezing cold by that damned Doll. He didn't give my well being a thought until Agni reminded him of the butler aesthetic. He forced me into bed and nursed me back to health with such compassion. Perhaps he thought me to be a mere child pining for attention, and perhaps I was, but I could never reveal my appreciation. To do that would bring shame upon me. Upon my name.
I was so foolish then, and I still am. Proud. My pride became me. It becomes me even now, and I must redeem myself. Before it consumes me entirely. Before I lose this feeling and fail to show him gratitude like I have for so many years.
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As Time Goes On - A SebaCiel Story
RomanceCiel Phantomhive is growing older than he ever thought he would as the search for clues to gain his revenge are few and far between. His nightmares become worse in a way he never expected as the man who has served him hand and foot becomes something...
