Fic: Footprints in the Snow
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splinteredstarBecause I'm cleaning out my flash drive and deciding half finished things are finished, actually.
Footprints in the Snow
Kuroshitsuji
Spoilers for Circus Arc
Ciel doesn't visit gravestones often.
Snow crept over the tops of Ciel's boots as he stood in the drifts in front of the gravestone. He was as silent as the pauper's cemetery, the still-falling snow obscuring the vision in his one good eye.
His knees sank into the snow as he knelt in front of the stone. His hands shook - from the cold, just the cold - as he pulled from his pocket a Funtom chocolate and slowly placed it against the half-obscured headstone.
Blood suddenly splashed onto the snow, a splotch of corrupting color in a world interred in white and black. It dripped from his torn lip onto the chocolate and stained the white wrapping red. Ciel smiled bitterly with his torn lip, then stood to brush the snow off of his pants.
He turned and walked away without looking back as the snow buried the blood and chocolate.
I have a whole collection of half finished stories for this fandom that can all be subtitled "I have a lot of feelings about the circus okay".
Footprints in the Snow
Kuroshitsuji
Spoilers for Circus Arc
Ciel doesn't visit gravestones often.
Snow crept over the tops of Ciel's boots as he stood in the drifts in front of the gravestone. He was as silent as the pauper's cemetery, the still-falling snow obscuring the vision in his one good eye.
His knees sank into the snow as he knelt in front of the stone. His hands shook - from the cold, just the cold - as he pulled from his pocket a Funtom chocolate and slowly placed it against the half-obscured headstone.
Blood suddenly splashed onto the snow, a splotch of corrupting color in a world interred in white and black. It dripped from his torn lip onto the chocolate and stained the white wrapping red. Ciel smiled bitterly with his torn lip, then stood to brush the snow off of his pants.
He turned and walked away without looking back as the snow buried the blood and chocolate.
I have a whole collection of half finished stories for this fandom that can all be subtitled "I have a lot of feelings about the circus okay".
