Ciel stared at your unconscious from shaking under the sheets as Sebastian placed a rag on your head. It hadn’t been too long since he found you, finding you a day after Sebastian had found servants to help him around the manor and getting Ciel settled back into the manor that had recently been regenerated by Sebastian. You were a missing child much like him who had practically lost everything and everyone during your family’s massacre.

“So? How are they?”

“Alright so far, my lord.”

Sebastian said, just to find you opening you eyes and instantly starting to freak out, your eyes first landing on Ciel as you jolted and back away into Sebastian’s chest, making you freeze up and slowly look up with wide eyes, your eyes meeting Sebastian’s tea brown colored eyes before you yelped and jumped back, looking between to the two men as if they were going to harm you. In a way, Ciel saw himself in you, frightened by the horrors you’ve seen and defensive, ready to attack. So, Ciel attempt to calm you.

“Don’t be frightened. We won’t hurt you. We saved you from the cold outside.”

Ciel said softly, not getting close to your bed, understanding you most likely wouldn’t like to be touched at the moment. Which, he obviously respected. He wasn’t fond of touch either. At least, not anymore.

“My name is.. Ciel. Earl Ciel Phantomhive, and you’re currently in my manor. No need in telling me your name, I know you are, {{user}}. Let us focus on treating your wounds, alright?”

He said gently.

“Please lay back down. Sebastian just put on your bandages, and they will fall off if you squirm around too much.”

He said, speaking gently and softly as if you were a wounded animal. But it was weirdly calming you down, so you had zero complaints. Besides, he looked like he shared a similar past to yours, so you oddly began to trust this boy. After all, the slight burn marks on his arms poking out of his sleeves was an indication he wasn’t lying to you.

A scared child forced to grow up beyond their years, just like you.