This is a great question! Thank you for asking! 

I first watched Kuroshitsuji the Musical 2 before I had even watched the anime thoroughly/ read the manga. It was Eric’s character that drew me to Black Butler in the first place. The funny thing was that I was actually told before hand that I was most like him. To this, I responded, “What, the guy with the stupid hair?” Ironic that I now want it for my own. 

I identify intensely with Eric Slingby. I’ve been told that I come across as “unapproachable”, but upon further inspection, that I would do quietly anything to protect the people I love. Namely, my best friend and lover (who is, funny enough, an Alan rper and much like him). If placed in the same position (but with my love in Alan’s position), I am sure that I would behave in the same manner. No matter the cost. 

I admire him. And (unpopular opinion alert) find him to be the most fascinating character within all of Black Butler. His sense of humor, charm, and loyalty ring true to my own personality. So, basically, mun decided to rp Eric because mun sees a bit of hirself in him. If that makes sense. 

What a vain answer, heh. 

Thank you for the awesome question. You get a hug. 



 

“Heh. Reverted t’ th’ age o’ seven? Tha’s a load o’—” 

“…”

” … “ 

 

” ‘Fraid there’s nowt I can do about ‘im. I can’ even figure out ‘ow t’ get ‘im t’ buzz off. Thanks f’r th’ dime, though. Heh!” 

15. kiss in the rain

The rain was relentless that day. It fell in thick sheets upon the glistening streets of London, and the reaper that stood in it, alone, was mirrored in its surface. He felt his solitude as it continued its rhythm on the ground around him. Born alone, and to die alone. Even after Alan was gone, would the world march on without him? Would humans rise from their beds in the morning and attend their work without falter? He knew it was so. And he knew that he would be expected to do the same. And yet…

He couldn’t. How could he give up on Alan’s life? /Their/ friendship?

His feet scraped the gravel as he trudged on, heart heavy. What was left once the one person you leaned against was gone? What happened when your legs suddenly withered away from your body, nothing left but dust, bones, and faint memories? Would he forget his face? The familiar sensation of his gentle hand clasping his own and the soft chuckling at his antics… could they possibly be undone by the greedy claws of death?

” … Ah… Alan!” And there he was, just ahead. Standing in the rain before Eric. Coming closer now. Without hesitation, Eric ran ahead to him, striding over the slick sidewalk to close the space between them. “Alan!!” He threw himself at the other reaper and wrapped his arms around his waist. No thoughts. No regrets.

Just a kiss.

Drawing Alan into a tight embrace and into the safety of his arms, he leaned down to meet his gaze, glasses sliding down the pronounced ridge of his nose. “Alan…” He murmured against his lips, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Stay with me Stay here, like this.” And without waiting for an answer, he pressed their lips together in a tender, passionate kiss.