[ Before he had even seen the bulletin board, Ciel knew that Oz hadn't made it through the night. They had a sort of morning ritual by this point, because Ciel was a completely hopeless child, and Oz had to help him get dressed, since he was too noble to even know how to do that. It had filled him with a bitter anger as Ciel had roughly dressed himself this morning (and only in simple clothes, for once, since they were about all he could manage), because of course it hadn't worked. Why would you trust in someone as mad as they were? Idiot, idiot, idiot...
And as Ciel runs out into the park to find Oz, he's angry and anxious, because no small part of him wants to just run into Oz as he takes a morning walk, and he'll laugh in that empty-headed way that says that he just forgot. Ciel will criticize him for making him dress in such an uncouth way, but then they'll both laugh and head to a sad breakfast of oatmeal. The small part of his optimistic heart wishes for that desperately. And he's so focused on that hope that he nearly jogs by the circus tent all together, but he stops, then walks back.
Probably not, but he had to check. He opens the flap to the tent only planning to glance inside, but what he sees makes his blood immediately turn to ice.
Ciel makes a soft noise as his eyes widen in a doeish way, innocent and so much more suited to his age, but as his eyes sweep around the scene before him, his heart races, faster and faster, until it's thundering in his ears. ]
No—
[ The circle on the ground, he knows every letter, because they've been burned into his mind from seeing this scene, over and over and over again every time his sleep came too fitfully. The blood seeps down the altar, even if it's dry now, and there's a body laying on top, staring up distantly. And Ciel, no— ]
Ciel isn't here anymore...
[ Ciel is gone. But Ciel is inside the cages that he sees, reaching out desperately as a dagger plunges into the chest of the person there. Is that Oz? Or is it Ciel? He can't tell, but it's so clear in his mind that Ciel trembles then makes a choked sound before he vomits messily, not collapsing first this time. He cries out feebly, trying to step back, but he falls, because he feels lost. Where is he? Where is Sebastian? Sebastian is supposed to destroy the ones that soiled him— them—
He clutches at the side of the tent and tries to rip his eyes away from the scene before him that's mixing reality with his past, but he can't. He can't even stand to walk, because he's afraid and reliving every moment of being in that cage. Being on the altar? Where was he? He can't figure it out, because it's both, and yet, it neither.
So he screams.
It's loud and harsh enough that anyone would hear it easily, because it's a sound of fear and despair, barely human sounding in just how rough it is. ]
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And as Ciel runs out into the park to find Oz, he's angry and anxious, because no small part of him wants to just run into Oz as he takes a morning walk, and he'll laugh in that empty-headed way that says that he just forgot. Ciel will criticize him for making him dress in such an uncouth way, but then they'll both laugh and head to a sad breakfast of oatmeal. The small part of his optimistic heart wishes for that desperately. And he's so focused on that hope that he nearly jogs by the circus tent all together, but he stops, then walks back.
Probably not, but he had to check. He opens the flap to the tent only planning to glance inside, but what he sees makes his blood immediately turn to ice.
Ciel makes a soft noise as his eyes widen in a doeish way, innocent and so much more suited to his age, but as his eyes sweep around the scene before him, his heart races, faster and faster, until it's thundering in his ears. ]
No—
[ The circle on the ground, he knows every letter, because they've been burned into his mind from seeing this scene, over and over and over again every time his sleep came too fitfully. The blood seeps down the altar, even if it's dry now, and there's a body laying on top, staring up distantly. And Ciel, no— ]
Ciel isn't here anymore...
[ Ciel is gone. But Ciel is inside the cages that he sees, reaching out desperately as a dagger plunges into the chest of the person there. Is that Oz? Or is it Ciel? He can't tell, but it's so clear in his mind that Ciel trembles then makes a choked sound before he vomits messily, not collapsing first this time. He cries out feebly, trying to step back, but he falls, because he feels lost. Where is he? Where is Sebastian? Sebastian is supposed to destroy the ones that soiled him— them—
He clutches at the side of the tent and tries to rip his eyes away from the scene before him that's mixing reality with his past, but he can't. He can't even stand to walk, because he's afraid and reliving every moment of being in that cage. Being on the altar? Where was he? He can't figure it out, because it's both, and yet, it neither.
So he screams.
It's loud and harsh enough that anyone would hear it easily, because it's a sound of fear and despair, barely human sounding in just how rough it is. ]