Both the flowers and the trees are sad
Only being able to grow toward the sky
Every time they look down they remember
And they look up once again.
You look so sad as you sleep
As if you are having a bad dream
But I am here. Right beside you.
And I won’t go anywhere.
How do I live without you?
Everyone looks up at the sky
But then glances back down
You will never see the blue sky unless you search for it
Which may seem sad
You have lived mistaking freedom for selfishness
Relying on a starless night
With an invisible eye
Wandering around
I have had nothing to be afraid of
Because I had nothing to protect
Not tomorrow or ten years after
The me now is scared
I live happy, my sweetheart
Everyone cries with the sky
Lend out a hand, and dream a dream
The blue sky I've ever seen
I will always protect it
The shadow is free to flap its wings and fly around
For I do not long for it anymore
Everyone isn’t free
Freedom isn’t anything like that
It’s just that the sky doesn’t have a road
In the sky called “you”
Is where I am trapped
I am not going anywhere
So please don’t go anywhere either
Everyone is in the sky
In the cage called “freedom”
It is enough if you are here
For in this sky I do not need wings anymore.
The darkness amounted to nothing, nor did that sickingly sweet smell in whose origin appeared to be the damp rag I was cuddling up to. I could catch the slightest whiff of fresh air and though my drowsy eyes had just opened, there was a visible light-source.
I took a seat and let whatever needed to sink in come to me, my eyes, I knew, lazily half-lidded.
Okay, rag... I had been drugged. And I knew I was wearing a dress, and in my hair was a small tiara encrusted with cheap rhinestones, that you might purchase at a cheap litle baptismal store. It took me a little longer to notice I was also wearing lingerie.. And that I was in a box. How troublesome... Upon realisation, I crawled out tiredly and flopped all the way down to the tile kitchen floor. So much for saving grace...
"This isn't my hotel..."
Too soon, my thoughts were cut off at the sight of Ciel. He had curled up on the sofa with a quite exhausted expression, his gaze coming to fall on me.
"What are you doing here?" he sighed.
At this point, I had made several deductions that came down to the guess that-
"Oh, I get it. i'm dreaming. I'm in a dress. And wearing lingerie. Heh... I must have some serious problems..." I ranted unintelligbly.
"You're not dreaming. You really are wearing lingerie. Idiot."
"And you are just here because I really fucking miss you."
"I'm not lying!" Ciel chunked his cane at me, and quite frankly, it hurt. "Ugh, you're just as moronic as ever."
The pain surged up my shoulder and it was then that I realised- I wasn't dreaming. I shook it off and asked: "Why am I here?"
"I have no idea. But look." Ciel held up the box I had been in. When I saw how small it was, I wondered just how I had managed to fit in it... "Cat wrapping paper."
"...I was a gift?"
"...I suppose you could call it that." He then took the box and threw it away with a neutral expression, and at this point, I was unsure of how to react. I am positive I must have uttered at least his name, for, he looked over at me for a moment, then back to the trash bin, silent.
"...Are you all right lately?" I asked, though I had taken into account prior that it was a stupid question.
"Do I look all right to you?" He frowned. His hair stuck up wildly in various place and looked as if he had not been properly washing it. He had heavy bags beneath his eyes that somewhat resembled Mister Lawliet. I honestly wasn't certain if I wanted to know what else he had managed- or not managed.
"..No." I looked down guiltily. This hadn't worked the way I had expected it to. At all. In any way.
"I..." He started, furrowing his brows and fidding with his bare ring finger. "I really missed you!"
"I missed you as well..." I was so ashamed...
"...You were gone for too long."
"I was not sure if I was allowed back..."
"And if you were?"
"..You know I couldn't stay away for so long."
"...I don't know whether I shoul;d be happy about that or not. I don't know if I should let you live here, now that we aren't married."
Bloody Hell, I wasn't even here willingly...
"Do as you please. You will always be my master. And... here." I silently slipped off my own ring- which I had kept on- and placed it in Ciel's hand. He looked right down at it.
"...What do you want me to do with this?"
I only shook my head. I didn't want to speak. Such was unnecessary...
He suddenly flashed me an accusing glare. Oh dear, I knew what was coming... Master and dog training time.
"Sebastian... Why aren't we married anymore?"
"Because of me..."
"And what did you do?"
"I fucked up..."
"I thought you would be happier away from me."
"Now that you've seen what has happened, do you realise you were wrong?"
I but nodded. This was humiliating, but I figured I deserved it. I felt like a scolded puppy. But I suppse such is suitable, no? After all, I am but his dog...
"Last question." He paused.
My heart sank to my stomach as I prepared myself to be chided yet again. The feeling was simply awful...
What he said next, I hadn't been expecting at all.
"Would you consider... marrying me? Again, I mean?"
...Was that just a proposal? I was admittedly shocked, even if I tried my very hardest to play it off. How was I supposed to react to that? If I said yes, this would be our third time... (The first divorce- which I had hoped would be our only one- happened under stupid circumstances involving Lachrimae's ex-husband somehow managing to send in the wrong papers, plotting ridiculous things as he always did... So technically, it wasn't a genuine divorce. Neither Ciel nor myself agreed to it.)
After all that had happened recently, I took a breath and said this to him:
"Can I properly win your heart again, first, and show you I was so wrong and that I am sorry?"
He agreed and threw my arms around him, only to have him push me onto the couch and cuddle into me, clinging somewhat.
"Don't let me go." he said.
"I don't want to."
And he hid his face away, though it was obvious he had begun to cry. "Good."
Upon further discussion, he told me that Riley had sauntered into the manor house yet again and had rummaged through the groceries. He also said that he hadn't been getting enough sleep, due to "everyone leaving" him. He was worried about me and Cambion's new Faustian contract with Jack. I asked him if he was too angry to give me a kiss.
"You don't deserve it." he said. But in the end, he gave in, and I was quite appreciative. I missed the taste of his lips, the warmth that surged through my spine everytime we touched...
He wants me to behave myself now. I fear botching things up again, but I will try my hardest. I cannot help but wonder how long this happiness will last...
For a while, we spoke. I complained about my dress and leaving all my clothes back at the hotel, and he dared me to walk around in the nude- all the time. I must get back at him for that, because I was appauled enough to (I was taking the dress off anyway, to see if I could tailor it into something more appropriate) rip the sleeve of the dress all the way down to my waist.
He snickered cheekily at this. "I suppose you'll have to now, won't you?"
What a brat. Then the topic of waxing came up... Yes, I had gone a few days. So what? I was too busy moping about to even care. He never complained about this a century ago. How utterly annoying. So to please him, I immediately went to do so, and when I came back, he said to me:
"That's much better. I tried to wax while you were away, but I couldn't seem to do it right and it's... kind of... wrong."
"What did you do?"
"There's... nothing there."
"...What?"
"I... I waxed it all off."
"...Waxed what off?" I raised a brow. I wasn't sure if I liked where this was going.
"Don't worry, it's just... bare."
"Show me." Oh, my God...
He blushed and refused, but I remained persistent, and indeed, it was exactly what I thought it was. My poor Ciel... He told me to fix it even when he was aware such was impossible. To be honest, I thought about getting a stuffed animal and-
Ahem.
Back to my clothing issue, I now stood nude in the middle of the room.
"I need clothes..."
"No you don't. It was a dare, you have to walk around nude. All the time."
"But, the childen..."
"I don't care. They're bound to find out soon, anyway. Do it." He snickered.
What a child.
I was absolutely determined to have my way. And so I leaned down and whispered into his ear rather seductively. "But I desire for only you to see me naked..." Aka, I am not sharing myself with our children. This body is for Ciel to look at. No one else. Hell, even when I rape anyone, I never strip myself. Besides... I've caught Ciel drooling over me on several occasions and it just brings a smirk to my face... How amusing.
He told me to go find clothes, and so I did.
Poor Ciel... when I returned from changing clothing, he was busy looking at what his sad attempt at waxing had cost him.
"Nothing." He pouted.
Oh, such an adorable face... I simply had to take the bate and cuddle up to him, and he sighed contentedly.
"It's good to have you back, Sebastian."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I... I just want to sleep." And like an adorable kitten, he shut his eyes and let out a tiny yawn. I was so immensely happy to be back... My Ciel, my precious Ciel. My only, only, only love.
"Shall I take you to your room?" I offered.
He looked up at me with his eyes- two fathomless oceans I never once ceased to become lost in.
"Our room, yes."
He let me carry him up, and we soon curled up into one another.
Then we slept. (no smex, let's have a round of applause, shall we? ^^)
Let us see what happens next.
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