#black butler headcanon

[married-to-google-translater]

Can I request Sebastian Michaelis x female demon reader where they decide to do the demon ritual version of marriage, which is binding their souls together for eternity. They probably use the vows from the corpse bride because they're beautiful and don't mention God or anything like that.

Sebastian Michaelis

Well, forever would be a really long time.

Such "contracts" would not be so common among Demons.

But Sebastian would really love you.

And Demons can be a bit possessive.

So this would be the best way to celebrate the eternal union.

You would somehow be a servant at the Ciel mansion.

That's how you met.

Sebastian would fall in love with you at first sight.

You would be a cat demon

:D

Do I even need to explain a more detailed reason?

You wouldn't get married right away.

You would get to know each other slowly but surely.

Sebastian would like to make sure you don't try to steal Ciel's soul.

Your wedding would be a small occasion.

Just the two of you, really.

Binding souls together would be a long and somewhat painful process.

Sebastian would get time off for the first time XD

When it was over, nothing would change.

Except now you'd be together forever.

[bitteraristocrat]

I like thinking that Ciel has to hold things he's reading really close to his face because he's wearing an eye patch and can't see very well. (feat. Weston anime PV visuals)

[blondeaxolotl]

Walking home and all the sudden this green coloured swamp stank ass thing falls on your head, what do you do

[kitsuvio]

· ୨୧ · ·The hermit (Greek Myth au)

W/C : 360

A/N ┊ NYALLO GREGORY VIOLET FANDOM, I HAVE BROUGHT SWEETS (o・・o) I don't think I'll continue this fic but here's a snippet of it hueheuwwhwhuh I hope you enjoy it and I hope I did him justice (ノ｀△´)ノ

PAIRING ┊ Underworld lord Gregory violet x Reader (Persephone)

TW ┊ Mentions of kidnapping (!) Might be slightly ooc

Gregory sat on his throne every day and every night although his little imp helpers would be there to accompany him, they weren't enough; He would be sending spirits either to the Asphodel fields, Elysium fields, or Tartarus. The underworld sometimes would be desolate, devoid of life despite all of the spirits and lost souls roaming about. There were many creatures and a bunch of nymphs and naiads in the underworld. He could have anything he wanted but chose to surround himself with a few friends and his art.

He had been called to a meeting with the other gods. After it was finished he took a glimpse at Earth once more. Gregory barely visited the earth, since its lively nature was something he wasn't used to. The last time he visited Earth was over a millennia ago. Deciding to visit he went to the first meadow he saw and hid underneath the trees, the shade protected him well. The sun radiantly shone down on the piece of land, the lush green grass softly moving against the wind.

That's when he heard something, a soft snoring sound. He looked around and caught a glimpse of a maiden resting on the bed of flowers. The beautiful cream-white toga they wore was paired with a gorgeous golden leaf crown on their head. The sun-kissed their skin as the flowers created a sort of ethereal look to her; the lord of the underworld outfit was a stark contrast to the black attire he wore, his intricate skull pin just on his left chest and long robe cascading down and dragging on the ground; He was mesmerized by the tantalizing maiden and soon slowly approached the sleeping maiden, his footsteps were light as to not interrupt her slumber. He stared at her with big bug eyes, he had never seen such beauty. Gregory was stunned by this sudden beauty, a feeling in his chest started to come over him. He found his beloved, his bride. Nobody else was in the fields, it was a perfect opportunity to steal the maiden. There was nothing wrong with taking just a bit of the earth's treasures for himself…

@kitsuvio

[iridescent-solstice]

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ. | ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: {MDNI‼ This fic gets graphic and kinky near the end. I do not want you to interact with this, please respect my wishes or you will be blocked} |

★彡[ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀᴋᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅꜱ. ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪ�� ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ 내복곰 ɴᴇʙᴏᴋɢᴏᴍ'ꜱ ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴠʟᴏɢꜱ]彡★

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You watch silently as the quiet whisking of cream echoes in the silent kitchen. It was close to 3am, yet both you and the Trancy butler were wide awake. One would assume you two were up to some... um inappropriate behaviour. It was quite late after all. But contrary to popular belief, Claude was not always up to nefarious actions. Sometimes, it's the simple day to day activities that would end up gaining his interest. Like crocheting in the garden with a cup of tea long after the master of the manor had gone to bed. Or other times, tending to the garden, maybe even a game of chess against himself...

The clinking of bottles provided the perfect ambience as he mixes various different ingredients in an attempt to rid out the taste of lemon. He's a bit of a perfectionist. So, when he accidentally added a tad bit too much, while chatting with you, he became hell bent on fixing it. Yes, it is almost unnoticeable, the lemony touch, but he refuses to let it go. So, you sit there all quiet and pretty in your knee length nightgown, your legs swinging back and forth as you try not to laugh at his apron. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused, with an intimidating glare in his eyes. Yet you could hardly feel yourself scared when looking at him due to his attire. A small white bandana holding his hair back from his face, makes him look….funny. Not that you’d ever admit it. You swallow a chuckle at his attire. Not wanting to distract him anymore. Pfft, you weren't sure how much more teasing he'd tolerate from you.

For all his indulgence in meaningless human activities, he never once thought he would be sharing these moments with another. To demons, said activities are useless after all. No need for said food, and even if needed, there was no need to craft it himself. Yet he does. Perhaps he even seeks it for his own enjoyment. That would explain his insistence on perfecting his baking techniques... Yes, this late at night, because when special interests arise who's to stop him? Who with the authority to hold him back anyways. But perhaps he yearns for someone to share it with.... That would explain his lack of irritation towards you when he accidentally added a bit too much of an ingredient. Getting carried away when listening to you was quickly becoming one of his worst traits.

However, as you struggle to stifle a yawn as your teary eyes forbid you from staying awake any longer. Vision becoming blurry but just as you were about to cave to your slumber. His voice rings out. "That seems about right. Here, try it." Before your eyes have even opened properly, he's shoving his index and middle finger inside your mouth. The tips of his gloved fingers covered in a small sample of the cream he just prepared. You gag and immediately hold his wrist in weak protest. But his glare quickly stops any intention to push him away. Eyebrows raised as if daring you to stop him. He knows you won't though. "Go on, tell me what you think." Swirling your tongue around to taste the whipping cream about to be used, you watch a small grin creep onto his face. Your eyes roll back to your head with a quiet groan. It actually tasted quite nice. If he could be arsed to, guests would flock to the Trancy manor to taste his pastries.... As you mull over the thought of advertising his cooking to your friends and family, his eyes begin to dart to the newly whipped cream, and then back at you. Low lidded eyes suddenly glowing as he watches you. Perhaps he won't reserve it for the croissant, his mind quickly finding a new better use for his newly prepared assortment. "So? Don't tell me you've forgotten the task at hand already... Well, that's a shame I thought I taught you better."

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[bubbles0bop]

Idk who y'all think this is because this is not Ciel Phantomhive.

If you remember...

Ciels soul was absolutely devoured by Sebastian and he states that when this happens, their souls completely and utterly disappear which means it would not be possible for Undertaker to fix his cinematic record.

Whoever we are seeing now in the manga is not Ciel Phantomhive

[thependragonarchives]

Glass Eye Headcanon

What's New Scooby Doos, it's 6:30 in the morning as I start writing this and I haven't had a lick of sleep. Anyways have y'all noticed the eye thing Ronald does?

^^ Book of the Atlantic! Now I understand Yana was still learning to draw him, etc, HOWEVER HE KEEPS THIS IN THE BLUE REVENGE ARC

^^ counting this even tho its barely there

^ Reversed

I had three major theories for this - One: He lizard blinks, one eye at a time, but forgets to close it fully. Why? Idk funky reaper changes make you forget you don't need to blink, so its lasting habit from life mixed with reaper traits. Two: It's an involuntary eye twitch?? But it usually only happens when he gets cocky?? What's going on here buddy. Why's it only happen when you open your mouth to talk shit. Why does your eye twitch like that. Three, and my personal favorite: He fucked up his left (facing him its the right) eye/was born without it and uses a glass eye. However, since he is Murphy's Law incarnate (anything that can go wrong will go wrong), he's constantly losing it and getting new ones. They never quite fit, either too small or too big. Is this slightly inspired by an irl of mine who has a glass eye? Oh yeah totally, and I love using irl influences in my headcanons. Is it the only thing that makes sense in my brain on why the Ronald Knox Eye Thing happens? Absolutely. While lizard blinking would be hilarious, I think the idea of him balancing out being nearsighted and half-blind with his combat skills makes for interesting storytelling + tactics. He keeps getting L's, not because he's weak, but because he overestimates his lack of depth perception and swings too soon.

Ronald Knox knife scene I will forever cherish you in my heart, you earned that cut on Sebastian's cheek, I will never forgive the movie for removing it.

[phantomhivesangel]

okay but sebastian would be perfect to help during an autistic meltdown.

He doesn’t raise his voice

He’ll speak calmly, even if you hit him or “hurt” him in any way.

He doesn’t get mad, he understands you can’t control yourself.

He’ll be there with you until it passes and he’ll calmly pick up the pieces after, wiping your tears gently as he holds ice to any injured spots of yours, giving you gentle praises.

overall, sebastian is the best to have around for a meltdown

[iamheadcanontrash-deactivated]

Headcannon for Finny and Charles Grey with a teacher s/o. As a teacher I am often exhausted after working, but I love the kids so much at the same time. 💖

hello, @twilightlover2007.

Long time, no headcanons!! 

I just want to disclose that I've changed the characters I will write for after my haitus, I will no longer write for characters that are minors (ex., Finnian, Ciel, Soma...) Just because I am not comfortable with that. But I would love to write Grey for you!

Let me fix that for you :)

DOUBLE CHARLES WITH A TEACHER S/O

Charles Grey: 

"Sorry you're feeling bad, do you want to go out to eat tonight?"

Would probably even pay for your dinner if you decided to go out to eat, and if you say no he'd probably order in without asking you and get you your favorite meal from your favorite restaurant.

He would be the most okay with you wanting to sit in silence after a hectic day of teaching. He doesn't mind the silence AT ALL.

He definitely doesn't really have the patience for children, so he'd secretly admire your passion, but he would probably never admit it. He's a prideful guy.

Charles Phipps

We KNOW this man BAKES! He'd be able to tell you've had a bad day when you come home, and he would make you your favorite sweet treat to surprise you later that day!

He'd offer to be a listening ear, and offer advice if you need it. Phipps would give amazing advice.

[ashestospace]

Ik most of the servants have ptds, but the fear I have off Finnian losing it over dead kids and relapsing into a killing rage cause that’s what he did when he saw his siblings get killed. Like i can’t help but think does he remember their faces? Their numbers? The nights they spend together in that god forsaken cube like jail. Did they talk between each other at night about the outside world? Did they all had the same abilities? What other things did they exchange on those poor kids. I’m rambling and shit but oh my gawwwwddddd

[married-to-google-translater]

Request: hi, can I have headcanons of the black butler butlers and reapers with a dear who has... a very acidic and morbid humor, makes jokes about everything and everyone, including them. no matter the situation, however, they discover that the darling only makes these types of jokes with those she likes. It means it's the way she shows affection to them

This is for Undertaker now :3

I will write others later... Right now it's 0:15 am and I am a little eepy.

Undertaker

Undertaker would really love this. He thinks your sense of humor would be one of the best things about your relationship. It had been that way from the beginning. You always made him laugh.

Undertaker appreciates people who make him laugh... He likes it especially in surprising situations. Sometimes you just say something that makes him roll with laughter.

Good days...

Undertaker wishes it could always be this way. Humor knows no bounds with him. The Undertaker doesn't mind if you make fun of him once in a while.

At first, Undertaker thinks you're joking with everyone like that. He doesn't think he's special. This wouldn't bother him much either.

However, when he learns that you are like this only with him, it would warm his heart. The Undertaker couldn't say why. It had been a long time since he had felt this way.

After this, you could see him smiling a lot and laughing more at your jokes.

[bitteraristocrat]

Hi and welcome to my new favourite Sebastian headcanon, courtesy of @craycraybluejay, who made an excellent suggestion on this thread about the variations Sebastian's demonic eyes.

They suggested that it would be interesting if Sebastian's demon eyes changed depending on his mood. I did a couple edits based on the possibilities we discussed on the thread:

Fuchsia, for when he is being sinister.

Red, for when he is threatening (to maim or kill):

And black, or almost black, when he is hungry/aroused:

It's almost like a descent into darkness, the more intense his mood becomes.

[blondeaxolotl]

another person who hcs maurice as transfem in another au, ran around in joy eee!

Real!! I'm glad to hear another person also has a similar headcanon/au! :D I usually headcanon Maurice to be very fluid in gender (in general I hc him to be genderfluid!!), but I think it's fun to switch up headcanons and do something new for another au. Maurice/Maureen was already very feminine in my modern au so I thought it'd be just nice to make her transfem, especially since I made her partner in crime (Doll/Freckles) transmasc so they're transitioning together because two characters growing together is very cute to me I find it neat

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

What are your headcanons of Aleister marrying an Brazillan women ?

CAN DO!

First off, let's talk how the most well known noncommittal bachelor got his heart stolen!

Aleister was hosting a party, as he always does, and through the night was as always flocked with women of many families clinging to him dearly

At one point during the night he was in the balcony when he just so happened to see a beautiful woman in a cream white and soft purple ballgown bathing in moonlight under the stars as the summer air flowers pass them gently. For the first time Aleister's breath was indeed caught upon seeing such a beautiful person before him

You two danced the night away exclusively using each other as your dance partners and since then he's been hooked to your spell

And I mean hooked

He gives you flowers and letter of love daily and nightly and always talks about you to whoever shall hear and this is before he realized he's in love

He actually went to your family or friends for permission to marry you before he proposed

The wedding was in Italy as it was a dream to be married to a beautiful woman of his full life and heart in the most beautiful place.

He had to stop himself from crying when seeing you go to him in your dress as the sun sets just perfectly behind you like a halo proving your angelic beauty he adores

It's not a shock the party continued til sunrise-

[iridescent-solstice]

ᵀʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ᵃᵘ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵖˡᵃⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜˡᵃᵘᵈᵉ ᶠᵃᵘˢᵗᵘˢ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶠⁱᶜ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱ'ᵐ ᵃˢ ᵉˣᶜⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ . . . ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳ ⁱᵗ ᵃ ᵒⁿᵉ⁻ˢʰᵒᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵍ. ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃⁿ ᵒˡᵈ ᶠⁱᶜ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒˡ

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“Let’s make memories together,” He raises his brow at you, eyes lingering at the heavy camera in your hand. How could your tiny frame hold on to such a heavy camera? He almost chuckled to himself. Yet irritation swims in his beautiful golden eyes. The same eyes that notice you fiddling with the rough strap that laid upon your shoulder and across your body. He scoffs, “I don’t waste time on such useless things.” Ready to turn upon his heel to walk away. 

Your request to spend the evening together was obviously rejected. Yet you stop him once more by moving to stand in front of him. He gives an exasperated sigh, “so we have something to remember each other by!... Since we might not see each other once exams get close... ” You trail off with a distant look in your eyes. Sadness evident in them as your voice becomes meek and eyes lower to your feet. You move aside to let him pass, as if you already knew his next answer. He had to study after all, you knew the final exam wasn’t anytime soon, but Claude wasn’t the type to procrastinate like you were… He was the top student after all... or that's what you thought..

He stares you down as he mulls over what his next step must be. Pushing his glasses further up his nose as his brows furrowed in thought. On one hand, his master, Alois, demands they leave this very second, and on the other you… wish you could make him feel less lonely? The mission was completed, there was no need to stay any longer. But he found himself wanting to, especially when the two of you had so much in common. Not once had he found anyone so enthralled with just his mere presence… Even if it was a nobody, a second daughter with nothing to her name and no one who cared for her. The one who has no idea the man she was so captivated by was a cunning demon eager to pry upon the weak… And who is he to discard an easy meal

“Memories?” He queries sounding a little curious and that’s all you need to beam and nod. “I was hoping we could go to the local park nearby and take some pictures for my photography course, and then we can visit that new ice cream parlour that opened, and then...” On and on you ramble about all the activities that could be done. Even if he wanted to now, he couldn’t find it in himself to say no. Not with how cute you looked all excited over nothing but a few silly photos with him. It seems you knew that as well because his hand enterwhining with yours is all you need to drag him off with you. No hesitation in if he wanted to spend the evening with you or not. Alois could wait, he thinks to himself as he loops his arm around your shoulder and gives it a comforting squeeze.

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{ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ. ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ��ɴᴅ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ 16 ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴅɴɪ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ}

[jester-lover]

P4 Relationship Headcanons

Authors Note/ I have read the manga up to the last English translated volume, but I’ll stick to the public school arc characterizations of them for convenience’s sake.

CW/fem! reader but otherwise no physical description , fluff, kindof accurate Victorian courting, a little angst, manga spoilers! I most definitely forgot this arc was getting animated, so I’m late, might be a little OOC, it’s been a few months since I read the manga

Edgar Redmond

Flattery was his main method of gaining your affections: descriptive poems sent to your mailbox, tulips and chocolates left on your doorstep by a mysterious admirer—a carefully held facade that fell apart when Edgar realized just how badly he wanted your affections returned.

While he has always considered himself a free spirit, capable of swiftly moving from one lover to another, he has an epiphany when he realizes he needs exclusivity with you. Edgar has found something beyond flings with you, a woman who can truly make him nervous; make his heart beat against his chest every time you bless him with a glance.

He isn’t always the most touchy lover, but he tends to take your arm in his while the two of you are out together. (He’ll do nothing more, as he doesn’t want rumors to spread around your private relationship.)

Edgar tends to fuss over you a bit, fixing your dresses, brushing his fingers over your coat, and generally keeping your appearance looking tidy; it’s an act of service that displays his affections for you.

Lawrence Bluewer

When I say all of his sisters gang up on him to tease him about his crush on you, I mean it. Lawrence tried his best to keep his love for you a secret, but his yearning glances over his glasses reveal his truth. They encourage him to speak to you, giving him advice about what women like. (Trust me, he needs it.)

Lawrence is a very dedicated man, particularly when it comes to you. He holds up all of the important customs of an exemplary Victorian man and treats you as an equal in all matters.

He’s adamant on listening to your opinion on matters involving the two of you, but he’ll also ask for your opinions on issues in his home and dorm. Your opinion is important to him.

Lawrence is a very intelligent young man; if you ever find yourself struggling with your schoolwork or a matter of principle in your personal life, he’ll help out to the best of his ability.

Call him by any affectionate nickname, and that carefully held stoicism crumbles before you, and a red tint suddenly appears on his pale face. The only time he ever broke his own rules was after the cricket match, when he embraced you tightly in the stands after winning, so much more proud of his victory now that you had seen it.

Herman Greenhill

It feels as if someone has struck him in the heart each time he lays his eyes on you. He can feel the warmth of his skin and the sweating of his palms each time he tries to talk to you without stumbling through his words. Herman is so utterly rigid and awkward around you, it’s completely obvious he’s head over heels.

He’s often flustered around you, even when you’re already courting, as one of his ideals of chivalry and respect is treating ladies kindly. He acts like a strict old man and a shy schoolboy at the same time, wanting your touch so desperately but bashing himself for it.

You will probably have to enact most of the affection between the two of you, sneaking kisses when your chaperone turns away, holding his hand when you walk into a more private corridor of his residence, and cheering loudly at his games. The easiest way to get a reaction from Herman is by showing off your stockings; he’s a sucker for good hosiery.

Despite his proud and sort of arrogant personality, Herman is a shy and careful lover; he remembers all of your favorites and special days, and he loves receiving your praise. Whenever he achieves something, he immediately looks to you, waiting to see what you make of him.

Gregory Violet

You wouldn’t even know of his existence when he first saw you, but he was always there, with a thick black sketchbook filled with drawings of you, going about your daily routine and interacting with others in a way he only wished he could. The sheer amount of yearning he does could put the poets to shame.

You are his muse; even when Gregory is creating something completely irrelevant to you, he’ll remember you; you are so infused with everything he makes. Because he has put you on this goddess-like pedestal, he doesn’t think he deserves you, which is why he’s so surprised when you agree to court him.

Gregory’s affection comes in bursts; some days he’ll be too nervous to look you in the eye, but other times he’s practically joined at your hip. He’s not the most talkative lover, but when his eyes flit through you, examining you closely with a blush stretched across his features, he appreciates you like you are art.

He plays the role of the gentleman in public, keeping his respectful distance, but he often seeks your comfort in the few moments you can sneak alone, laying his head on your lap as you brush through his two-toned hair and rambling uncharacteristically about the struggles of his role. He’s a non-conformist, and he often wished the society you lived in wasn’t so strict, so that you and him could act as wild and free as you did in the leather binding of his sketchbook.