Game of Life
(Ciel Phantomhive x Reader)
~See how the game of life is playing all of us for fools
Dancing a string around us,
Making all these silly rules~
Ciel sat curled in the corner of his room, knees tucked against his chest as a string of lightning split the sky. Thunder vibrated the windows and rattled the china. The tea in his porcelain cup had long grown cold, as had the scones that remained untouched on the silver platter.
A gunshot mingled with the thunder. For a moment everything was silent as rain pattered the windowpanes. Ciel traced patterns on the frosty surface, his fingertips leaving discreet trails. The lawn was littered with the corpses of assassins. The earl had to strain his eyes to see even a silhouette against the dark ground. Would they be missed? Did they have a family? These were questions that he usually avoided, shunned so as to keep himself numb. But for some reason, alone in his room that night, Ciel Phantomhive allowed his mind to wander.
~See how he looks down on us like we’re acting out a show
Throw the dice and let’s see which head will roll…~
He had seen so much corruption. He had spoken with demons and death gods, ordered the execution of his enemies, manipulated people’s lives like they were merely pawns. And yet, even now, he knew he would do it again. As soon as the storm ended, when his walls of empathy had rebuilt themselves, he would start all over again.
A sheet of lightning sent sparks dancing before the earl’s vision. Massaging his aching eyes with the heels of his hands, Ciel grew very still. Steady trails of hot liquid poured down his cheeks. It pattered against his knees and soaked into the thin material of his trousers.
Why was he crying?
Ciel inhaled slowly. His breathing was raspy and uneven, like that of a child trying to soothe a tantrum. Biting his lower lip until the taste of iron invaded his mouth, the earl closed his eyes. So much blood. He had seen, and caused, so much chaos. He was like a god of sorts, leaving a trail of destruction and bereavement in his wake.
~See how the game of life is only won, you never play
Bore him and you will find you’re crumpled up and thrown away~
Gods. What a ridiculous concept. How could there be a god when there was such sorrow in the world? Such depression? Such utter lack of order? Sure, to the common eye, things seemed to be thoroughly planned and devised, but isn’t that due to man’s devious mind? Ciel himself had set the course of several individuals, all to his personal gain of course.
Knuckles gently rapped against the door to his bedroom. Ciel didn’t bother answering. He merely stared at the entryway as someone slid their way inside.
~Clinging to fate and blaming it when life won’t go your way
Such a laugh, HA! Life is just a game~
A flash of lightning illuminated your form as you stood a safe distance from the earl. You could sense that something was wrong, very wrong. From the moment you entered the room and laid eyes on his crumpled up shape, drawn into a corner, you felt the pain. It was almost tangible.
~Cry out all your eyes or win a new fortune
(The chance is one out of six)
Try to escape, why not try your luck, and see what you may get?~
Ciel flinched as you place a hand under his chin and tilted his face to look at you. With a gentle smile, you took his hand in yours and glanced down at the pale skin. It was streaked with blood, his clothing stained and sticking against his forearm. There was a harsh ripping sound as you tore the fabric.
~Sickly grinning downward, tosses out a pair of dice
Cheating away around the board, “Ah, this is paradise!”
People praying on their knees but no one there to hear
Ah, look down at all the puppets here~
Thunder roared in the distance. You let out a surprised gasp as Ciel clung to you, his eyes squeezed shut as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You could feel his tears roll down your collarbone; his warm breath jagged against your neck. Tangling your fingers into his blue-black locks, you could sense the earl relax, if only a bit.
It was her. She was the reason.
Guilt overtook Ciel as he held on to you like a lifeline. You were just another pawn. He used you like all the others.
You pried yourself away from him slightly, and took his face between your hands. They felt cold against his burning skin. Pressing your lips against his forehead, you whispered, with tears of your own, “God bless you, Ciel…”
Ciel’s eyes flashed open. He stared into your (eye color) eyes, the pentagram burning bright purple in his right eye. You were indescribably beautiful, your touch soft and comforting. His lips pressed into a tight line, the walls finally rebuilding themselves. You could feel the apathy returning. Ciel’s gaze turned cold.
~Ah, look up at all the puppeteers~