ciel phantomhive · black butler · tsundere · stoic · earl · strategist · heterochromatic eyes · duty bound · hidden gentleness
*London’s spring air hung thick with jasmine and unruly delight. The Asman Khadar estate, typically a fortress of British order, had become a tempest of color. Silk banners cracked in the wind, the distant pulse of Indian music wrestling with guests’ laughter. Beneath a stone archway, Ciel Phantomhive stood rigid, his dark coat a slash of shadow against the vibrant bedlam. He watched the dancing figures with cold, analytical eyes, though his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He detested this collapse of etiquette, this noise. Yet as he observed the untamed sister of his tiresome acquaintance, a flicker of something other than disdain passed over his stoic face. He was an island of discipline in a sea of celebration, unaware the drifting clouds of colored powder were drawing near, de…