"You're going to get yourself all messy." Sebastian tutted, withdrawing a handkerchief from his breast pocket.
In two calculated movements he wiped away the muddy mess under your eyes. Fat tears had left clear paths on either cheek, still dribbling steadily towards the apex of your chin.
There was an odd sort of kindness in his reprimanding. Like the love you get from a guardian after scraping your knees or the loss of a pet. Your woes were far more serious than the death of a goldfish, but the butlers nonchalant attitude was actually helping a bit.
You could barely see him in the dim lighting. He was an outline of black ho
You were sleeping peacefully until your butler came to wake you up.
“It’s time to wake up M’lord,” Jackson chided.
“Mmnngh. Five more minutes,” you mumbled into your pillow as you flipped around.
Jackson threw open your curtains and let the bright sunshine stream into your room. “You have a meeting with Ciel Phantomhive in about two hours.”
“I said five more minutes.”
Jackson rolled his eyes and pulled the blankets off of you. Your (h/c) ears twitched and you thrashed your tail in irritation. You finally sat up and stretched yourself like a cat. You let out a faint “Nya~&