Literature
the cat witch. || sebastian x reader {2/2}
A snowflake landed softly on (y/n)'s thin nose. Crossing her eyes, she stared at it for a moment, then blew it off.
Winter was finally settling in London; rooftops were bathed in fluffy white drapes and the air released with every breath was now visible as an opaque smoke. Purely-coloured white crystals fell from the sky endlessly, showering those beneath it.
“Young Master, may I ask where we are headed?” The words lazily escaped (y/n)'s pale lips as she tried to avoid getting any more snowflakes caught in her eyelashes.
Ciel sighed, suggesting that he wasn't looking forward to their destination. “Undertaker's. Sebastian,