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>

Comments

[psychopath]

[WAITING........]

[littlest_lord]

_{[JUST...TAKES ONE MORE HANDFUL AND THRUSTS THE BOX AT JACK'S CHEST.]}

[psychopath]

[just....keeping the box away from the cracker monster........

Oh no. Jack now realizes it was probably a bad idea to leave Ciel's donut cake in the kitchen, in all its sugary glory. He was to surprise Ciel but....

Well crap.]

i want a doughnut cake...;_;

[littlest_lord]

_{[It doesn't take long for Ciel to finish off the crackers in his hand by the time they make it to the kitchen. He pushes open the door, holding it open for Jack.]}

The kitchen is in here.

NNGH i spent like 30 mins browsing donut cakes

[psychopath]

[- and Jack ushers him in first, holding the door for him. Nope nope nope waiting until Ciel sees the cake, and Jack resigns himself to a death by oversugared earl.]

I want it so bad omg

[littlest_lord]

_{[It doesn't take him long to notice the doughnut cake sitting in the middle of the kitchen although Ciel's first reaction is one of confusion. It doesn't take him long though to move over to where it is to investigate. Mmm doughnut cake.]}

delicious sugary goodness

[psychopath]

[Jack walks up behind him and sets a hand firmly down on his head, keeping Ciel just out of arm's reach of the cake.]

Dessert comes after dinner, love.

Re: delicious sugary goodness

[littlest_lord]

...I thought you said you had forgotten where the kitchen was.

_{[CLEARLY YOU PUT THIS HERE JACK]}

[psychopath]

[I'M INNOCENT LOOK AT MY FACE]

Did I? I just said my room!

[littlest_lord]

No you didn't! You just told me you didn't know where the kitchen is so I would end up showing you and you'd make me see this. Only I wouldn't be able to indulge until later.

_[Cruel.]

[psychopath]

[sweat....drop....

boy you sure are pessimistic]

Would I do that?

[littlest_lord]

I wouldn't put it past you.

[psychopath]

I suppose the surprise is a midgen displaced.

[littlest_lord]

Let's go to your room.

_{[He can't stare at this doughnut cake anymore ok it's painful.]}

[psychopath]

[i'm sorry ciel ;-; ok not really. Jack just goes and takes Ciel's hand, lead the way bitty.]

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[He allows the man to hold his hand, although he feels awfully childish for letting the action slide. Even so, he tugs Jack along down the corridor and up the stairs until they finally reach the man's room. Pulling out a key from his pocket, Ciel unlocked the door, twisting the doorknob and pushing it open.

Everything is the way Jack had left it, although things lack dust and the like. (It has been kept clean, after all.)]</sub>

Here we are, Jack.

[psychopath]

...

[he walks inside, eyes wide as he looks around.]

...why did you keep it...as it was?

[littlest_lord]

_{[Why did he keep it the way it was? Why hadn't he trashed the room entirely? Not even Ciel himself is sure, but he didn't feel right about changing it all. It was the same case with his mother's room, left just as she had left it so long ago.]}

To be frankly honest, I'm not entirely sure. I suppose I figured that perhaps someday you'd come back, as slim a chance as it were.

_{[There's a tiny shrug of his shoulders.]}

I'm tired of people leaving or things being destroyed. I don't want to play a hand in erasing the memory of someone's existence when they should be remembered. The most terrible thing, I think, is to be forgotten.

[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.