[Up Ciel goes. Doesn't that dried blood that's run down Sebastian temple and down the side of his face look nice up close?
Perhaps he takes a second to just stand there, savouring the feeling of having Ciel in his arms again, of having his master back. His master. His soul that is Sebastian's to claim. No one will steal that from him. Doesn't it even smell more delicious now?
"Mine."
And then they're off again. At a gentler, slower pace than before, but still faster than a human could move. At least until they're out of the forest.]