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[cieled]

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—

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delivery;

[torankusu]

[ Whenever Ciel next comes to his shop, there will be a small package waiting for him on the doorstep with his name written on a white tag complete with a happy face beside it. The package is a small bag that's tied with some string and, inside, Ciel will find cookies that are clearly handmade... since they're a little burnt, some of them. Inside the bag, sitting on the cookies, is a small note that says:

I made these myself. I hope they taste ok. : )
- Trunks

Spoiler: the cookies will be a simple sugar kind and actually not taste too bad, save for the few that have that burnt flavor to them. ]

delivery;

[cieled]

(Trunks, you sweetheart. Ciel will enjoy the cookies with his tea - even the burnt ones. Friendship goals!

There will be a delivery in return, a bit delayed, of cookies in the shape of clouds in sunset hues. These are the products Trunks helped inspire!)

I ate every last one. Thank you. I hope you enjoy these in return.

- Ciel