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[somakemelaugh]

who: Undertaker, Ciel Phantomhive, Vincent Phantomhive
what: Early morning Christmas-y doings
when: Dec 24
where: The Phantomhive house
warnings: Cute


A morning person, he usually woke with the sun, but today, things were different. Today, perhaps not in this world but in their own somewhere out in the ether, was Christmas Eve, and it was the first time in longer than he cared to recollect that he had a reason to properly celebrate it.

It wasn't by intention, but maybe anticipation of that fact that had him sneaking out of bed earlier than usual, carefully and quietly. After tucking Ciel back in, he slipped from the room and into the kitchen. He took the apron from a cabinet knob and settled it over his head, then started the kettle on the stove and took out a few ingredients from here and there to set out on the counter.

He had cookies to make. Many of them.

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[somakemelaugh]

Such a charmed and spoiled life. He looked down at the knob himself to see what Vincent set it at and watched him work. "You know I jest." He had to. Really, who would he be if he didn't? Not a proper him, that was for sure.

In a drawer he opened, he pulled out a spatula and offered it to the Earl. "It'll help you to do as you wish with them. They're fast to cook, which also makes them very easy to cook. Shall I help you with it?" He would if he had to. He hadn't lived alone and survived this long simply because he was already dead. Grim reapers had to eat too.

[earlofphantoms]

"My feelings are delicate." only not. In fact, his feelings were often the furthest thing from delicate. Diedrich might be taunting him when he wondered if Vincent could love at all, but there was some truth in it. He was simply not as deeply touched as others, though he could be very affectionate in the right circumstances.

"That would defeat the purpose of me doing this for you." he took the spatula and began to scramble the eggs, grinning all the while, "Would you like some cheese?"

[somakemelaugh]

That got a giggle and he went to retrieve his cup to finish off the tea he'd left behind. Vincent's feelings were far from delicate. He'd seen the results of the man's actions in his parlor more than enough to know as much. It took a certain kind of person to be able to pull off stunts like those. He definitely took after his mother in that regard.

"Then I'll leave you to it. Hold the cheese, please." He set his cup back down on the table, now empty, debating a third, and went to wash his hands at the sink and dry them and returned to the cookie dough to start cutting the next batch. "I haven't made gingerbread cookies in years. This is nice."

[earlofphantoms]

Vincent will do what was necessary. Period. He had no qualms about killing or getting his hands dirty. Furthermore, he had no qualms about embarrassing himself if it resulted in the knowledge he sought. The Queen knew what sort of man he was and she knew too that the only way to silence him - to stop him should he forget his domesticity - was to kill him.

"Mm." he scrambled the eggs with surprising ease - he had always been good with his hands - and soon he had toast to accompany them, "I can't say I ever have." he tilts his head curiously, "Good memories?"

[somakemelaugh]

The cookies came to form easily enough, and soon he had a little stack of uncooked dough in the shape of the delicious little undecorated treats they would soon become. His attention stayed on this, unconcerned with the cooking Vincent had to attend. Eggs were easy enough, and toast with this world's devices? A child could make this kind of meal easily.

But he hesitated at the question, taking the time to fold and roll the last of the dough first. "Not good. Not bad. Just memories." Just memories, made of boredom and perhaps more than a touch of loneliness. He baked because it filled his time and kept his mind off of other things, and that was its true purpose, but he'd become quite good at it in time. "I'll teach you one day, if you wish."