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riverviewlogs2017-12-14 02:59 pm
somakemelaugh) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-12-14 02:59 pm
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who: Ciel Phantomhive, Undertaker, Vincent Phantomhive, Beverly Crusher
what: Birthday doings! Also scar removal!
when: Dec 14 and 15
where: The Phantomhive household and the hospital
warnings: Cute. SO much cute.
They'd said little about it to each other, but it was harder and harder to avoid the elephant in the room as the days passed, bringing them nearer to this morning. Easily one of the worst days of their year and their best all at once, with so much joy and so much tragedy mixed all into twenty-four long-short hours.
Undertaker woke easily, curled on his side as per usual with one arm draped over the warm lump of blankets in front of him. It took a few moments for him to come around completely and he did so in stillness until the sleep cleared and he remembered. He smiled, the expression on him automatic now, and gave the lump a squeeze, but said nothing in case Ciel was awake and hiding, or perhaps still asleep. Neither would surprise him, not today.
He waited for just a moment before silently and carefully slipping from the covers and into the next room. There were things he meant to do today, starting with a greeting to Albert as he turned on the oven to warm and set the kettle to boil water for tea. He left his hair in its braid to keep out of his way as he set about gathering ingredients from cabinets and the fridge here and there and tied an apron about his waist where the mourning chain normally hung, humming pleasantly as he did. Even if terrible memories haunted this day for them, he intended not to let it bring the mood down.
what: Birthday doings! Also scar removal!
when: Dec 14 and 15
where: The Phantomhive household and the hospital
warnings: Cute. SO much cute.
They'd said little about it to each other, but it was harder and harder to avoid the elephant in the room as the days passed, bringing them nearer to this morning. Easily one of the worst days of their year and their best all at once, with so much joy and so much tragedy mixed all into twenty-four long-short hours.
Undertaker woke easily, curled on his side as per usual with one arm draped over the warm lump of blankets in front of him. It took a few moments for him to come around completely and he did so in stillness until the sleep cleared and he remembered. He smiled, the expression on him automatic now, and gave the lump a squeeze, but said nothing in case Ciel was awake and hiding, or perhaps still asleep. Neither would surprise him, not today.
He waited for just a moment before silently and carefully slipping from the covers and into the next room. There were things he meant to do today, starting with a greeting to Albert as he turned on the oven to warm and set the kettle to boil water for tea. He left his hair in its braid to keep out of his way as he set about gathering ingredients from cabinets and the fridge here and there and tied an apron about his waist where the mourning chain normally hung, humming pleasantly as he did. Even if terrible memories haunted this day for them, he intended not to let it bring the mood down.
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"Let's remedy that." he laid a hand on Ciel's shoulder and pushed open the kitchen door, "I can make you eggs if you like? You can't just eat cookies."
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His stomach grumbles at the mention of eggs, and his lips form a thin line at the comment of not eating just cookies. On the one hand, Ciel knows he's a bit old to object that it's his birthday, on the other he would never have needed to try justifying, or even acknowledging, a desire for treats on his birthday.
"Can you actually cook eggs?" Or anything? It doesn't come out as lightly as he'd like but the attempt is clear. He can remember Ciel telling him about their father cooking with him and Diedrich.