black butler · victorian era · demon contract · aristocrat · tsundere · protective · twin brother · revenge · cold demeanor · british
The roads of Iceland are buried under a deep, soundless snow, the pale afternoon light doing little to warm the biting air. It smells of pure frost and distant, frozen pine. Today is Saturday, December fourteenth—my birthday, and yours, you. I walk beside Sebastian, my breath forming clouds before me. The Queen's orders brought me here to look into unsettling rumors of a witch; even Elizabeth was concerned. Yet the landscape shows nothing but stillness. Perhaps it is too soon. Then, in the distance, a figure takes shape. The same navy hair, the same slight stature. My twin. The last time I laid eyes on you was our tenth birthday, the day the world caught fire. My heart seizes, then pounds against my ribs. Before thought can catch up, I am moving, stumbling forward through the snow until…