[ Ciel raises his hand again--though this time the movement is slow, and there is no slap. rather, his fingers brush Sebastian's jaw near the spot he'd struck, slowly tracing down over it, as if checking to see that it is actually real. it is. it's red, and all too obvious against Sebastian's pale skin. the mark is there, and he caused it.
as intent as he is, Sebastian can probably see in his eyes the gears of his brain working to process this. ]
no subject
as intent as he is, Sebastian can probably see in his eyes the gears of his brain working to process this. ]
Human.
[ he agrees at last, quietly and coolly.
well. where does this leave them? ]