There Is A Dinner Party Right Across The Hall

[littlest_lord]

Who: Phancyhive and invited/close CR!
When: Wednesday Evening for supper
Where: Phancyhive
Summary: With so many new additions to the household, it's only proper to welcome them with a dinner party.
Warnings: A bunch of crazy people around a dinner table. What could possibly go wrong?

<sub>[Ciel hated parties. Really, he did. They were an unbearable drudgery of having to socialize but he could manage to endure for one night. It was expected of him to host such an event, what with the new additions to the household, so despite his desire to lock himself away in his office, he'd been dressed in lovely clothes and had the whole thing arranged.

The dining room itself was decorated exquisitely and the food that had been set out was unbearably tempting to anyone who'd glance upon it. Hopefully, the whole night wouldn't be an ordeal. The last thing needed was more stress.]</sub>

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[psychopath]

[Jack turns around to look at Ciel - really look at him - before sinking to the floor at the foot of a chair and holding a hand over his mouth.

The most terrible thing, I think, is to be forgotten. Jack rattles a breath.]

Even if they deserve to be?

[littlest_lord]

_{[He watches, visible eye wide as Jack sinks to the floor in almost a horrified state. It doesn't take Ciel long to find himself before the man, relaxing when he seems to steady himself against the leg of a chair.]}

If they deserve to be, then they shouldn't be remembered. However you are not someone who deserves to be forgotten, Jack Vessalius.

_{[A little shake of his head cements the fact as he holds out a tiny hand.]}

Even if I wished to, you're impossible for me to forget.

[psychopath]

When you return to your home, you will.

[Jack takes his hand- and tugs it, and Ciel will find himself in a hug that Jack's been wanting to give for days.]

I would never have existed for you.

[1/2]

[littlest_lord]

_{[The hug...he'd been expecting something like this to happen, but he hadn't thought Jack would have the guts to follow through with the action. Especially not after how he'd been acting. Ciel's stiff in his arms for a moment. It's been awhile since he's been hugged by Jack.]}

[2/2]

[littlest_lord]

I never want to go home.

_{[He relaxes then, moving to grip at the fabric of the man's shirt weakly. How pathetic of him to do so, but right now he doesn't care. Just for a moment, he can't bring himself to.]}

This place is my home now. I never wish to go back. I won't.

[psychopath]

If wishes were horses, [Jack buries his face in Ciel's hair; this is love, isn't it? It feels so different from what he felt for Lacie.] then beggars would ride.

[littlest_lord]

_{[Sigh. That proverb.]} And you would be fashioning watches from turnips. I know it's useless to wish. It's foolish to.