MrsMoonlight89
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Oxford University.
A star student. His professor.
An unexpected text message.
And a tasty lesson in Ethics from Dr Michaelis...
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The child had destroyed himself. Or been destroyed, a little every day. He would become something else. Dying and waking. Is this what it meant, those words? His precious Stoics. Their contemplation of death. Look squarely at the things you fear.
Perhaps that’s why the boy had always met his servant’s gaze so steadily.
In the wake of the Campania's disastrous voyage, Ciel Phantomhive has plenty to cause him anxiety. His health, his betrayal by the Undertaker, and Easter lunch with his family.
And despite recent injury, his demon appears to be in the mood for games...Series
- Part 4 of Flowers of Evil
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Vincent knelt down, holding up the kid's t-shirt, and he was level with the bruises. With his son’s kitten nipples, sharp and pink and shadowed with splotched purple. Marked. Bitten, and Vincent pulled the t-shirt down again. He looked up at Ciel’s closed white face.
‘What,’ he said, ‘the fuck is this?’
‘Nothing,’ said Ciel, again, and he opened his blue eyes wide and wet and fluttering. Faltering.
‘Where were you? When I was looking for you?’
‘Garage.’ Concrete scuffs, raw on his bare knees.
‘With who?’
‘Mhhm,’ said Ciel. His little pink mouth was pressed closed. His chin was crumpling. ‘Nobody.’People are talking about Vincent's kid.
Vincent doesn't like it.
He doesn't like the way Ciel looks at his daddy's grown-up friend, either.It's a vent fic. Lacking any possible moral redemption. The tags say it all, really.