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Most certain ... Sebastian would never willingly abandon duty to his master in such a way i have seen these last days ... he is gone .
( * not willingly , perhaps on order but never like this . Devoted to soul , never to stray far & never without cause or order . )
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( he held him tighter, cradling him —— the stench of smoke, of alcohol, of utter devastation, all of him —— into his hold, trying to ground himself just as much,
( his jaw involuntarily locked at the mention of phantomhive, hands gripping onto the other's unkempt garments as he listened, the tremble in his voice only barely keeping the prince from unleashing his temper.
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( * words soothed faintly —— balm to aching soul . Finally , after a few more moments of silence & his arms came to curl about Soma in a hug of his own . )
Lord Phantomhive is working a case ... i dont know much ... but sebastians —— .. hes .. sebastians gone .
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if there was one thing he could put his trust in, was agni's confidence in the phantomhive butler. so he reels in his immediate anger, arms kept steady around agni as he responds with restraint quite unheard of coming from the prince. )
i will forgive you if you tell me what happened. ( again, he repeated himself, his words a cadence free of judgment, only a need to ease his angel's pain. his brows knitted to a frown as a soothing hand rubbed down the man's back,
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( * words could not form : words of shame , words of explanation , words of comfort . None came forward save for a quiet whimper at arms encasing him . How grounding one child could be . How undoing one hug could be . )
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arms circle 'round the taller man, with a firm squeeze of his arms, his voice drops to a soft tenor, yet with resolution he spoke. ) agni. tell me what happened.
hey ?! you will answer me now —— ( words getting cut short when the head falls heavy on his shoulder. fierce and fearless, was what agni has always been to him, but now the person in front of him was anything but.
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( * quiet , settlement of feet plant upon ground as adjustment led to stand . Shuffling , he dropped his head against somas shoulder , in despair , in hurt , in fear )
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Oooh. You're a liar. Where I'm from liars lose their tongues, you know. Try again for me.
Do you know of a woman with red hair affiliated with Ciel Phantomhive. Yes or no?
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