4/5 Please don't think so badly of me...
[ He practically stumbled through the crowd, ambling on as if one possessed. A demon possessed. Fancy that.
But how could he not? Not when the object of his fancy was finally right there in the same area. It was Ciel Phantomhive, for pete's sake. Ciel. Freaking. Phantomhive.
Even in his incarceration he struck the most beauteous form. That fine brow furrowed in frustration, that visible eye that shimmered like the deepest blue of a polished sapphire, even the way that restraint attached itself to that slender, delicate ankle. There was nothing flawless about this boy. Nothing in the least.