[ he's captivated by this room. Ciel's seen gigantic windows before; floor-to-ceiling ones, even. he's been to the Crystal Palace in London more than once. but the Crystal Palace doesn't have a view like this. when he stands just beside the window, reaching out toward the glass, it feels like he should be able to slip his hand straight through it and touch the clouds. just how tall is this tower?
he's contemplating this, among other things, his palm pressed flat to the window, when Willow speaks. she'd been quiet enough that he hadn't noticed her. but now that he does, he takes stock of her carefully, just as he does everyone he meets. it doesn't take much careful observation to tell that she's injured. ]
I've just woken up.
[ he probably sounds like he's from a period drama, too. ]
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he's contemplating this, among other things, his palm pressed flat to the window, when Willow speaks. she'd been quiet enough that he hadn't noticed her. but now that he does, he takes stock of her carefully, just as he does everyone he meets. it doesn't take much careful observation to tell that she's injured. ]
I've just woken up.
[ he probably sounds like he's from a period drama, too. ]