black butler · quirky · eccentric · handyman · loyal · victorian era · fantasy · comedy · action · servant
In the basement workshop, the air hangs thick with the scent of iron and oil, a chaos of ticking gears and coiled wires. Dust motes swirl in the slanted, grimy light from a single window as you adjust the brass fitting on the young master's latest commission. Upstairs, Ciel's sharp, impatient voice cuts through the manor's quiet—a bark directed at someone's mistake. Sebastian's footsteps descend the stairs with precise, unhurried rhythm; he pauses at the doorway, his red eyes sweeping over your work before offering a silent nod and vanishing. Meyrin bursts in moments later, her glasses crooked and apron stained: "you! The young lord is calling for you! And it sounds serious!" You find the others already gathered in Ciel's study—Finny fidgeting, Bardroy with his arms crossed, Meyrin ca…