Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
Butler For A Day || Open
If there was one thing that Ciel Phantomhive was good at, it was games. While most were childsplay, the young Earl took it a step further, turning it into an all out war. The best part of playing were the stakes involved. A game wasn’t interesting without something to lose. The thing was, Ciel never anticipated to lose. Ever. He was so sure all his pieces were laid on the board perfectly at all time. We knew the moves and where to go. He had all the right pawns… So this time, when Ciel found himself losing against his opponent, he was at a loss for words.
It started out as a silly verbal battle. A back and forth stroking of one’s ego, really. The end result was a bet on a game of the other person’s choice. Ciel had gotten the other party to agree to something humiliating if they lost. So what was Ciel to be subject to? He hadn’t worried about it too much, sure that he would win no matter what. So with that confidence, he’d agreed to be butler for a day. He’d have to do whatever the other ordered him to.
So there he was, gazing down at himself in the small butler outfit. It was very similar to Sebastian’s usual outfit, just smaller and fit for his frame. A frown was almost permanently plastered to his face as he readied himself for a humiliating day.
