As Time Goes On - A SebaCiel Story

Chapter 60: The Truth

Sebastian's POV

"Why do you know this and why didn't you tell me I was raising my own siblings?!" I watch as the one I love grows angry at me. A difficult sight to see but a beautiful one nonetheless.

"I only found out after you fell asleep last night. I regrettably needed to leave your side due to the distress of Astre after he fell out of bed and cut his knee. Out of sheer curiosity, I allowed his blood to drip into a vial I keep in my breast pocket, only to taste it later to find the same flavour that exists within your own."

Eyebrows raise and for once, I am uncertain as to why.

"The taste determines the heritage?"

"Yes and quite frankly my dear I must admit that your Father's blood is uniquely like brandy."

"But how...my father died nine years ago. Eliza is certainly possible but Astre? He's far too young-"

"Perhaps your father didn't die when your mother did."

"Sebastian, don't you dare-!"

"Ciel, you know I wouldn't be suggesting something like this unless I was sure."

It was only then that he allowed himself to cry.

Only then.

Because he knew it was true.

That I wouldn't lie about my intentions.

Nor would I lie about my methods.

"I saw his dead body Sebastian. I saw it. There was no way he-" A beautifully tragic sob hitches at the back of his throat. Restricting his ability to breathe. For a moment. "He survived."

"Then who-?" I ask, not doubting the scarring memories that reside inside of the Pandora's box trapped within the brilliant mind of the man who stands before me. His face twisted in his agony and yet, it remains serene.

"Perhaps a Midford. Although it may be more than coincidence that Vincent would have a child with the same woman that Lord Midford did...unless-"

"She was a prostitute..."

"Perhaps the men never knew."

"So they aren't-"

"Eliza is your half-sister but Astre is your cousin. He would have to be Lizzy's brother."

"No i-it doesn't make sense. Something's wrong here. Astre looks most like me. But he's only seven years of age."

A door creaks open rather slowly to reveal my child standing behind it.

"Astre is eight, Mama. Born on the 24th of December."

"Eliza did your Father lie to him about his own age?"

"Yes and no. Mother never told him. He told us our real Father was a saint. That he was kinder than the one we were given. She was sorry. It hurt her heart when he died...Is your Father...Is your Father my own? Was he that man?" She asks my broken-hearted love, finding him to be mute. Unable to speak through his own pain, I manage to find the word that he could never speak.

"Yes."

"You're never going to be my brother. You will always be my Mama, Ciel. I don't care what our genetics say. You're my parent, my true parent. So please...please don't cry anymore.." Eliza pleads with him, gently pulling him into a hug that makes her seem as though she were the elder. The parent. Her maturity level far beyond her years, just like her...

Mama.
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Elizabeth's POV

"Where would you like to go?! We could go-"

"Lizzy, we wouldn't be able to be ourselves outside of the Manor. I couldn't hold your hand, or give you a hug. It's like the Young Master and Mister Sebastian, they have to be in disguise to be together."

"But why?! All I want is to be happy with you."

"I'm a servant and you're an upperclassman. Elite society. I'm not even supposed to speak your name so casually...they would never accept us if we were to leave the mansion together. The Midford family name would be in ruins."

"I don't-"

"You do care. I care. That's why...that is why we shall arrange a date for this evening out in the garden."

"The garden?"

"It's beautiful. My favourite place in the world." His face glows at the thought of the bloomed flowers, the light breeze brushing against his cheek.

He truly loves this place.

"Then, shall we meet at-"

"Seven o'clock this evening?"

"That's perfect." I remark, taking a moment to gently glide my hand down his cheek. The softness blessings my fingertips.

"I'll see you tonight."

I'll be waiting