♚ Sixteenth Move - {Text/Video}

[faustianphantom]

{Private; Unhackable. Readable Only by Sebastian.}

I've forgotten how much time has passed. I don't think it particularly matters to keep a calender. It's not as if I'm doing anything of supreme importance here. Sebastian and I are merely biding our time until we can return to London.

Then again, perhaps our time hasn't been completely wasted...

Sebastian, I wish to speak to Doll face to face. She has been evading me for months. It has become tiresome. Do what you must to bring her to me. [Because he knows if he seeks her out, she will run.]

Also, I would like blueberry pie with my tea before I go to bed. [He knows Sebastian will probably deny him more sweets, but hey, he has to try?]

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I think I understand this city a bit better. Deities are not the ones in control. There is something far more sinister pulling the strings. If I were to place a bet, I would put my money on some sort of demonic lordship.

We are but puppets on their marionette strings.

Comments

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Why can't they be one and the same?

[existais.livejournal.com]

What if the strings get all tangled! You really have to consider that!

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

[How...unsettling.] Mm I suppose that can't be helped. [Wow.] That's hardly a name, but it is better than Death, the kid. Then again, he could be disguising his identity. [Ciel would happily accept a zombie or a mad scientist compared to Sebastian. He is devious.] Your position requires you to know different things. I am an Earl and a businessman. I need to fit into society.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

That was a metaphor.

[existais.livejournal.com]

I still mean it.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I suppose it does, but they were animals and not demons.

[Private.]

[underage.livejournal.com]

So you'll be mine. And not theirs.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Or perhaps they were exceptionally good at hiding their true natures?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

The "strings" won't become tangled.

[Private.]

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I see no reason to give myself to you.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I suppose they might have been, but I'm not going to be quite so quick to declare it all demonic as you seem to be.

[Private.]

[underage.livejournal.com]

Really? I bet it would feel really good.

[existais.livejournal.com]

That's better, Ciel.

[Private.]

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

For you or for me?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Do you like to play games?

[existais.livejournal.com]

Eh? What kind of games?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Any. Though I enjoy games of chance and logic.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I am merely tossing out an idea. There was no declaration, Earl Hargreaves.

[existais.livejournal.com]

Like chess or checkers?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I prefer Chess, yes. But I play other games as well.

[existais.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind learning.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I could teach you.

[Private.]

[underage.livejournal.com]

For both of us. I'm nice and warm inside.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Fair enough, I suppose.

[Private.]

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

[Congrats, you just made Ciel shiver uncomfortably, Alois.]

Are you suggesting we sleep together?