[All he does is nod in agreement, relaxing visibly when the melody begins to play again, comforting himself with another tart. Ciel sits very still as he lets the now familiar melody wash over him, legs dangling over the edge of the piano bench, toes barely brushing against the floor.
He knows the title of the melody by now - 'Lacie' as it were - a girl's name. One he'd seen mentioned but without much context. Whoever Lacie had been, however, she must've been important. Her melody, her memory, had not only been kept alive by Jack, but even by Elliot Nightray when he had been here before. A hundred years. What would it be like to be that important? To be remembered for so long? Surely after he and Alois bit the dust they'd be forgotten. Who would be left to remember them?
Then again, that's precisely the reason Jack had made them both pocket watches like the one he had, wasn't it?
Ciel lets the thoughts slip away, simply to enjoy the melody. He only has one tart left on the plate when Oswald plays the final chord, letting it fade off into silence.]
...She must've been important, to have such a beautiful melody to keep her memory alive.
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He knows the title of the melody by now - 'Lacie' as it were - a girl's name. One he'd seen mentioned but without much context. Whoever Lacie had been, however, she must've been important. Her melody, her memory, had not only been kept alive by Jack, but even by Elliot Nightray when he had been here before. A hundred years. What would it be like to be that important? To be remembered for so long? Surely after he and Alois bit the dust they'd be forgotten. Who would be left to remember them?
Then again, that's precisely the reason Jack had made them both pocket watches like the one he had, wasn't it?
Ciel lets the thoughts slip away, simply to enjoy the melody. He only has one tart left on the plate when Oswald plays the final chord, letting it fade off into silence.]
...She must've been important, to have such a beautiful melody to keep her memory alive.