[ For a moment as Ciel's gaze turns to who he had actually shot instead, his expression actually matches his age and the situation. He's wide-eyed and fearful, and it's full of a guilt that he had shot someone he hadn't intended in his fear. He hated being out of control like this, and he almost starts to stammer over his words, because he's not the sort to give an apology, but he knows he should.
Yet when he looks to see how bad the injury is and sees only wispy whorls of smoke, all of that innocence drains out of his expression in a startling instant. Ciel has seen this before, and the familiarity immediately turns him completely cold. It's how Sebastian heals his wounds as well, and the apology on his tongue almost turns to a curse instead. But to give such a thing would be too satisfying for a demon, he thinks. His grip on the gun doesn't lessen, since anyone that reminds him of Sebastian is something he shouldn't trust.
It makes his question incredibly rude, of course, but there's still that tense, visceral fear. It's just being masked with a cold that's not suited to Ciel's age. ]
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Yet when he looks to see how bad the injury is and sees only wispy whorls of smoke, all of that innocence drains out of his expression in a startling instant. Ciel has seen this before, and the familiarity immediately turns him completely cold. It's how Sebastian heals his wounds as well, and the apology on his tongue almost turns to a curse instead. But to give such a thing would be too satisfying for a demon, he thinks. His grip on the gun doesn't lessen, since anyone that reminds him of Sebastian is something he shouldn't trust.
It makes his question incredibly rude, of course, but there's still that tense, visceral fear. It's just being masked with a cold that's not suited to Ciel's age. ]
What are you?