Resting on the side of his large bed, young earl remained silent for a while. His demeanor revealed no sign of discomposure or fear caused by another nightmare, strangely those terrible vultures which he called his memories paid him a very quiet visit. It wasn’t his past baring its claws at his soul, something different, odd, vague has settled in before the moon climbed up on the night sky. It was impossible to give this feeling a name and Ciel even doubted if he could refer to it as a feeling at all, it was thinner than emotion, a premature gust of a feeling, it’s origin was as unclear and dubious as it’s supposed name.
❝ Nothing. It’s nothing. ❞
The boy didn’t even know if he lied. He sat with his hands placed on his lap and his vacant gaze into the distance — it’s not like he couldn’t be found in this state before, however his current appearance bore a resemblance to some mysterious decease.