pensandblades
His Butler, unable.
My butler was an able man, currently he is trapped in an eternity of being incapable. His porcelain doll cracked. I was the doll, the one the carefully crafted, the epitome of a delectable soul. But now I too, alike him. Am facing the concecuences of being able.
(Sebastian x Ciel. Or Sebastian x Ciel x Reader)