swordsandhim:

nonserviiam:

 

swordsandhim:

nonserviiam:

midforded:

swordsandhim:

It’s Ciel’s turn to face the thunder now. Edward is safe. 

He wants to help her to slash him, though is unsure on how he will get in the middle of the conversation.

_{It isn’t as bad as she makes it sound.}

_nonserviiam

“One cricket match, Edward. One. Surely you’re not still upset by it?”

_{“No, I’m actually proud that you were able to achieve something with your own effort at once.”}

_nonserviiam:

“What the devil is going on here?”

_{“We are talking badly about you, of course.” No, not really. That is none of Ciel’s concern.}