his is an Independent Ciel Phantomhive RP/ASK blog. I am slightly selective, simply because I can get rather busy in real life. Please make sure to read over the rules as they might answer some of the questions you may have about RPing with me. Don't be scared to approach me, I love meeting new people.

For my links, hover over the picture above.

❧ Multiship and Multiverse
❧ OC and Crossover friendly
❧ Mun is 21+/Smut friendly
❧ Blog is NSFW
❧ May contain triggering content
❧ M!A: None but accepting

--Some icons used were made by grimorie--

Status: ● O N L I N E

xchefdecendres:

_{{♖}:               “Mastah’Phantomhive?”} 

_{[ A faint sigh surfaced from the man, as he saw the young lord step down the stairs. Sebastian had other business to attend to, leaving the chef to accompany the young lord; irrational as it may be, he was in no place to decline an order. Especially one that may actually prove entertaining; making a trip out to the market place was a privilege, one that his combustive tendencies often took from him. However, it would be a blatant lie to say he hadn’t been feeling a bit nervous. Truthfully, Bardroy was practically shaking underneath his apron. It only took a simple screw up to insure he wouldn’t be given this opportunity again: a screw up that was indeed inevitable. ]}         

                                  _{— “Yer’ready ta’leave?”}        

                        _{[ He took the cigarette from his mouth, offering a warm smile.                                                                                   At least, the calmest smile he could muster. ]} 

        Ciel stepped down the stairway of the foyer, dressed, as usual, in a comfortable, yet stylish outfit. It was one that would be perfect for a stroll around London. Luckily for Bard, Sebastian had taken it upon himself to dress the young master before leaving the manor on the business he had to attend to. The young earl felt odd being without Sebastian, but it had to be done, afterall, the boy’s pride was on the line. You see, this wasn’t really important business as much as it was a little wager between Sebastian and himself. Sebastian enjoyed picking at the boy, reminding him that without him, nothing would get done properly. Ciel had argued back, saying that Sebastian could leave for a day and he would be able to take care of his errands as well as have proper meals without him. So here he was, about to be accompanied by his cook on his little errand run about town. The boy stepped over to the blond and cleared his throat.

        “I’m ready to leave.” Taking hold of cane in one hand, he stepped out the door of the mansion and waited at the carriage.