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Her Butler, Intent        Part Four

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And that’s how you’d ended up traipsing about the damned docks of London in the middle of the night, the foul stench of chamber pots thrown from windows upon the streets below and rotting manure caking the cobblestones permeating the air.
Still you wore the deep cobalt dress that you’d chosen earlier, the fabric held high above you waist as you stepped carefully through the soiled, shadowed streets, the fabric now barely obscuring your bloomers from view; though that little fact was something that hardly bothered you. Felix had tried to convince you to wear something a little more practical for what the both of you could only assume was to be a slaughter at your hands, but you had declined, stating that enough time had been wasted as it was.
Which left you as the sole being to ensure that it didn’t become yet another ruined piece from your wardrobe.
Though now, as you sidestepped yet another sodden pile of manure shoved into the edge of the street, the foul, decomposing odor forcing you to bring a hand to your nose, you were beginning to regret that decision. Especially since this gown was one of your favorites.
Crimson flashed just up ahead in the form of Grell’s flowing Scarlet locks; the odd butler having met up with the four of you once you’d reached the streets of the now slumbering city, save for a few drunken patrons and prostitutes scattered about.
Truthfully, you were glad to have run into him, despite his all too confusing advances towards Felix and Sebastian. Because, even though he never ceased in his flirtations with the two, the reaper brought about a sense of ease to your otherwise frayed nerves. Even now you could feel his brilliant lemon-lime orbs focused upon your figure slinking through the shadows, ensuring that you were safe; in fact, upon running into him earlier, you had caught an almost gentle glimmer within the depths of those piercing lime orbs as they glanced towards you, a faint blush tinting his cheeks when your gazes met.
It bolstered your confidence, knowing that at least one of the butlers in your service merely wanted to help you because he could. The others, however… you knew what at least two of them sought, whilst Ciel…
Pausing in your stealthy crawl, you glanced back at the still blushing boy behind you, the faint sliver of moonlight from the crescent moon turning a few strands of his dark hair to silver amidst the shadows of the night. He caught your piercing (e/c) gaze upon him, the lone orb peering closely into his own, and with a click of his tongue in displeasure he hurriedly glanced away, the blue grey haired boy’s cheeks dark with the sudden onslaught of a blush. “What? Just why exactly are you staring at me like that, (l/n)? What blasted thoughts are running amok within that devious mind of yours this time?”
Every word was spoken in a harsh whisper, for your little ragtag team of butlers had grown quite close to your destination, a few guards within sight even from here. Seeing one glance your way, you fell back behind a stack of crates lying haphazardly upon the side of the street, catching Ciel by the collar of his shirt to drag him with you. Soundlessly you fell back against the earth, your slender form leaning lightly upon the wooden crates as you held Ciel lightly to your slight frame, your single (e/c) gem focused upon the enemy as the Phantomhive boy squirmed in your grasp. “Ciel! Be quiet! If that towering jackass finds us, he’ll set off the alarm, and then it’s goodbye easy entrance, hello all out bloodfest. Now, which sounds more appealing and less likely to summon the police to you? For, even though you may have worked alongside those detectives once upon a time, I am on a completely different side of the law, and should any of them openly find out exactly what it is that I do, I shall not hesitate in cutting them down.”
Harshly you whispered into his ear, your lips pressed roughly into the skin, sending a fierce shudder down the boy’s lithe form. Suddenly he shrugged free of your arms wrapped around the front of his chest, the young butler then spinning around to catch your wrists in his surprisingly strong grip and hold them just over your head, his form pressed taught against your own. “Nor shall I! Do not mistake me for the same weak child I was all those years ago, (l/n). I am a different man now; a far different creature. So don’t assume that I am any more wary of bloodying my hands than you yourself are, because I am most certainly not. And you still have yet to answer me…. Mistress….”
“I…. I was trying to figure out why exactly you chose me; of all the nobles that you could’ve gone to, why me? What about me has you so eager to hang around? Because I can guarantee that I’m no happier on any given day than you’ve seen me, and odds are it’s only going to get worse the further down this road I travel…” Upon hearing him once more ask you why you had been staring so intently at him, you had fully intended to tell the blue eyed boy to mind his own damned business, but something in the way he spoke had swayed your mind; some dark, bestial quality that his voice had taken as he spoke to you, his words equally as shadowed as the stars that were swiftly becoming engulfed by the heavy clouds up above, leaving a surprising tremor of fear to pass through you as you stared deep into his gleaming sapphire orb.
You longed to shake off the disturbing sensation, to brush off that bizarre feeling, but still Ciel held fast to your wrists, his lips coming to rest against your ear as the breath of a whisper rushed against your skin with it’s warm caress. “Because something about you caught my attention. I’ve absolutely no idea as to what exactly it is; perhaps the dark, shadowed past that you hide so very well, or maybe it’s the haunted look that lingers even now within the depths of your (e/c) eye. Or maybe it’s the fact that you and I share a similar past. But, as I stated, I don’t truly understand myself why I was drawn to you in the first place, as these are mere guesses.” Giving a brief glance over my shoulder to the streets that lie just beyond, an arrogant, triumphant smirk appeared upon his face, just as he released his grip upon your flesh, allowing you to push free from the touch of his body against yours. “Good. He’s gone. Now we can proceed. Why in the bloody hell are you scowling at me like that, (l/n)? I’m supposed to keep you safe, correct? That’s what I was…. Oh, forget it. Let’s just go already.”
“Fine by me, Phantomhive.” With barely contained rage you shoved past him, Sebastian’s earlier words about what had been done to you holding you back resounding loudly within your mind. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was some semblance of truth behind what he’d said, especially after the way you had just reacted to Ciel grasping your wrists and holding you to him.
But such things were of no consequence to your mind at that particular second, your thoughts all but consumed with the mysterious letter and what you had to accomplish to meet it’s writer.
Something that you were going to ensure happened.
Another harsh chill ran across your stocking encased legs as one of your feet splashed through a puddle, the droplets chilling in the cold air. Bitter cold blew across your skin as a breeze whipped through the street from across the sea, carrying with it the sharp, fresh scent of the ocean air, though that same freezing air burned as you inhaled it through your nose, making up your mind about one fact; though you loved this dress, it was becoming more of a hassle than anything to keep trying to save it from destruction, along with how such normally lovely cloth surprisingly kept very little of the night’s chill from blowing right through you, which meant one thing: you had to find another set of clothes, and fast.
Glancing up at the pale, ghostly figure of Felix crouched atop the rooftop adjacent to the street, you gave him a small gesture of your hands, tugging upon the hem of your dress for emphasis. He nodded once to show that he understood, halting in his advance to watch as you slipped into the shadowed alleyways, Ciel on your heels. You passed by dozens of shut doorways, only about half of them actually occupied, whilst your lone (e/c) gem sliced through the heady shadows in search of something, anything that you could wear.
It was then that a sudden movement within the dark touched walks of a side street caught your attention, a flash of bright cerise making you hesitate in your search. Slow footsteps rang out loudly as the figure approached, his form little more than writhing shadows within the night’s embrace.
Then a sudden beam of faint, pale moonlight flit through from behind a part in the clouds, the silver glow illuminating Sebastian’s tall, smirking form, his brows raised slightly as he gave you a pointed look. “I do believe, miss (f/n), that you were looking for something similar to these…?”
With a flourish the Scarlet orbed butler gestured to a loose shirt and trousers folded over his other arm, the dull cream and brown of the fabric suggesting that Sebastian had found them nearby. Stifling the curse you wanted to throw at the arrogant, frustrating butler, you strode up to him d grasped the fabric within your fingers, fully intending to take off without another word.
Though his strong gloved hand wrapping around your slender wrist held you to the spot, forcing you to throw your raven haired butler an infuriated flash of your lone (e/c) sphere. “What? Sebastian, as you can see, I’m in a tad bit of a hurry. So, if you’d like to let go of my damned hand, I’d very much appreciate it…”
Every syllable held a scathing edge to it as you gazed up into those rich scarlet orbs, the depths drawing you in as they always seemed to do; a feeling that you had to fight every second you stood trapped that heady blood red gaze.
Gently he leaned forwards, the black clad butler’s lips gently caressing the soft skin upon your earlobe, whilst his suddenly cerise orbs flicked to those of his ‘former' master’s triumphantly. “Mistress, do try and be careful. Felix and I may not be able to get to you as quickly as necessary with all of these brutes about. And I would be most displeased were something to befall you…”
“Sebastian… you of all people should understand that I can handle myself. And Ciel has a gun on him should any trouble arise, though I doubt we’ll need it. Now, do you mind releasing my arm, you damned demon?” You gave him a pointed look as you spoke in a hushed voice, knowing that he’d understand the deeper meaning behind your words: you were the last person that needed to be coddled and watched over like a little porcelain doll.
He gave a quick, soft flick of his tongue upon the tender flesh of your lobe, a low chuckle rumbling within his lungs as he pulled away, staring gently down at your determined, foolhardy glower. “Very well, mistress. Though, should you require my assistance, do not hesitate to summon me. I shall be at your side in an instant.”
You gave one swift nod of your head, stubborn and unmovable in your decision as always, whilst your fingers merely tightened their grip upon the clothing held fast to Sebastian’s arm, waiting for him to release your wrist from his iron grasp. Those long, white gloved fingers gave your flesh a gentle squeeze before falling away, allowing you to step back, clutching the trousers and shirt tightly to your breast. “Very well, Sebastian. If it comes to that, then you have my word that I won’t hesitate to summon you. Although we both know that it won’t come to that…”
With that you strode away, Ciel still following closely, his own face throwing his demon an arrogant grin of his own before the pair of you rounded the corner, leaving Sebastian on his once more. “And yet, still I have my doubts… even then, mistress…”
Again you were swiftly stepping through the heavily shadowed alleys, though this time it was to find a spot that was both safely hidden and obscured from any wandering eyes. You were annoyed as it was that you had Ciel in tow, by Felix’s request; though you knew that you’d need the stubborn ex-lord's help to get out of the confines of your gown as it was.
You could only hope that this time went a little smoother than earlier that day had…
Finally settling on a dead ended alleyway that was partially hidden behind a stack of old barrels and crates, you yet again grabbed hold to the collar of the young butler’s jacket and pulled him with you, not releasing your grip until the both of you were hidden by the deep shadows of the cloud ridden night. “Ciel, I-“
“No. Don’t even ask. I highly doubt that you’ve forgotten the little incident earlier today. So no, I won’t help you out, not in any form.” His tone stubbornly adamant, Ciel narrowed his deep blue pool threateningly at you, whilst his lean, slender arms crossed over his chest in a decisive manner.
Rolling your own single (e/c) eye, you turned your back to him, only to reach back and ensnare his hands within your own, placing his palms lightly about your waist with shaking fingers. “Look… I… I normally wouldn’t even consider asking you for your help, Phantomhive. But… as you can plainly see, this dress isn’t exactly the type where I can simply tug upon one string and have it fall away from my flesh. I… I need your help, Ciel.”
“F-fine… but… just… don’t turn around. I’m still a little uncomfortable after earlier, and I’m quite certain that seeing your blushing face will only serve to make matters worse.” Ciel’s hands were shaking slightly as he ran them along the fabric encasing your sides, searching for the bow tried snuggly at the back that he had to untie before he could begin unlacing the gown that clung so tightly about the upper half of your form.
Momentarily you contemplated contradicting his statement about your blushing face; that is, until you began to feel his hands gliding lightly across your back, the gentle touch of his fingers working swiftly to unknot the bow at the small of your back. Heat began to dance just beneath the surface of your skin as, at long last, he managed to pry the strings loose from one another, allowing the young butler to begin the process of unlacing the dress from your form.
After a few minutes, his actions began to slow, until finally his hands halted entirely against the bare skin of your upper back, his soft gloved fingers resting lightly upon the silken flesh. Warmth bloomed beneath his touch as he drew nearer, his face hovering lightly against the back of your head, sending his hot, sweet breath cascading down upon you as his lips touched ever so gently upon the strands of your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Fear formed a cold knot within the bowels of your stomach, along with a kind of nervous fluttering; the sensation making your heart pick up in pace until it felt like the small wings of a bird were dancing within.
And then the moment was over; gone as suddenly as it had begun, leaving you standing there confused and flustered as at long last the soft fabric of your dress slid free from your flesh, sending a fearsome shiver throughout your half naked form when the bitter chill breeze whipped wildly about you. “Shit! Damn, that’s cold! H-hurry up and give me the tunic, P-Phantomhive!”
“Here.” His tone was back to that same arrogant, lofty note as it always was, which actually had you feeling relieved, your body visibly relaxing as you turned to snatch the shirt from his outstretched hand.
Glancing at the young butler’s features as you slipped the top on over your head, you were surprised to find that, instead of the same stoic glower that he always wore, at that moment Ciel’s face was contorted in puzzlement, his dark brows pulled low over his gaze as his lone deep blue pool stared confusedly down at his hands held out before him.
Swallowing a nervous lump that suddenly seemed to want to become a presence within your throat, you looked back at the Phantomhive boy yet again, your own brows pulled low in a befuddled expression. “Phantomhive? Are you alright? I can’t have you distracted right now, you know; so if there’s something taking the edge off of your focus, you may as well get it off of your chest. And give me the trousers.”
“No… I’m not distracted. It’s simply… curious…. No, never mind. It’s nothing. Here; and hurry up. I thought that you wanted this bloody job done before sunrise, not after.” Blinking away the confusion that had glazed over his bright azure gem, Ciel’s gaze once again grew cold and hard as he stared boredly down upon you, his brows twitching upwards challengingly as he held out the bottoms for you to take.
Snatching them from his hand with as much force as you could manage without tearing the worn fabric, you struggled to suppress a growl while you bent over to slip your still shoe clad feet into the baggy, loose, and tattered clothing. The frustrating young butler cleared his throat softly behind you, and you whipped your head around to throw him a venomous glower, the words that next fell from your lips dripping with scorn. “What?! Just what in the damned hell is it, Phantomhive?! I’m going as bloody fast as I can, but if you keep interrupting, we’re going to end up being here all night!”
“It… it’s not that… look, would you just turn around whilst you’re pulling on those blasted things?!” Slowly your gaze roved upwards to find a very flustered and blushing Ciel staring pointedly up towards the heavens, his arms folded over his chest with his hands clenched into tight, shaking fists.
It was then that you realized with chagrin that as you’d been pulling the far too loose trousers over your shoes, you’d been giving the embarrassed young butler a full glance of your bloomers. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you swiftly stood back up, pulling the worn, baggy trousers up with you whilst you spun on your heel to face him, longing to scream at him in frustration at your own lapse in judgement. “W-well that didn’t mean that you had to damn well look! Never mind, never mind…. I’ll just let it slide. Now, come on, let’s go. I don’t want to waste another minute standing out in this damned cold than I have to…”
Without waiting for a response, you began to stride forwards, your now easier to maneuver figure melding expertly with the heavy darkness of the pitch black night. Still the blue gray haired butler walked just behind you, his steps as light and silent as your own, though with a grace to them that far outshone you, causing you to cast an envious glare back at the determined scowl of your young butler.
Just as the pair of you moved back out into the shadows lining the open street across from th port, raindrops, heavy and fat, began to fall from the darkened heavens. Quickly those soft drops changed from a gentle rain to a thundering downpour, the cascading sheets of heavily falling water obscuring all in a bitterly cold, shimmering film.
Aggravation filled you as you became drenched in but mere moments, the cold winter’s downpour swiftly soaking you to the bone and sending a sharp shiver down your spine, while the guard that you’d had your sights set upon was now cloaked within the sheets of rain. Deciding to risk a somewhat bold move, lest you freeze there waiting for either the rain to let up or the guard to reappear, you slipped out from behind your hiding place; and, strolling calmly down the center of the street walking tall, you brought your sender fingers to your lips and let out a shrill whistle, the note ringing loudly amidst the heavy pattering of the rain upon the cobblestones.
A loud, gruff shout sounded out from just a short ways ahead, his heavy footfalls splashing through the puddles quickly forming upon the street alerting you to his approach. Narrowing your (e/c) orb in eager anticipation, you reached one delicate hand up to hook your slender fingers beneath the black silk eyepatch that hid your other bright gem from view, tearing the fabric free with a wicked grin playing upon your lips.
After all, you never did wear your eyepatch when you were on the hunt.
With a laugh that was both soft and devilish, you dropped down upon one knee to tug loose your silver letter opener from the confines of your boot, flipping the blade around so that it rested lightly against the soft flesh of your arm as you launched your slight frame forwards, feet flying swiftly across the rain slick street.  Quick as the flash of lightning that streaked through the heavens above, you narrowed in on your target, catching the burly man in the side with your blade before he even realized what was going on. Your feet skid across the cobblestones as you slid to a stop, spinning around just in time to see the massive fellow drop down to his knees clutching at the gash in his side, thick ruby being washed away from the wound with the torrential rain.
Several locks of your (h/l) hair plastered themselves against your slick skin, the strands akin to tendrils upon your flesh. Giggling in a cold, distant manner, you gently slid the sopping (h/c) tresses away as you slowly rose to stand tall once more, flipping the blood drenched blade of your knife around so that the tip was pointed with deadly intent towards the sodden earth. Every soft click of your heels upon the stonework ground sent a wondrous thrill throughout your slender form, all feeling of the cold and wet long forgotten as you closed in upon your prey, your (e/c) orbs flashing brightly with bloodlust.
In the distance you could hear similar sounds of fighting as your other butlers took out the other guards posted, but that chaotic melody of blood being spilled and the life being torn away from those pathetic souls merely served as background music to accompany the frantic beat of your heart coupled with the nigh on ceaseless laughter that rang clearly from within your lungs. (E/c) gems dancing with the heady ecstasy of holding life and death within your slender fingers, you swiftly pulled your hand back to strike, staring down at the cold grey eyes of the man gazing up at you and feeling nothing save for contempt.
Then, just as your blade began that beautiful gleaming arc downwards towards his chest, a faint silvery  shimmer next to his leg caught your eye, and barely in time you rolled away out of his reach, finding a long rapier held confidently in his massive hand. Carefully your (e/c) gaze flicked over his towering form, only to find in surprise that the wound you had inflicted upon him wasn’t as deep as you’d originally thought; instead it was merely a superficial graze, the seeping blood already slowing it’s departure from his flesh.
With a wild yell he lunged at you, his blade fast and his feet faster, forcing you to use everything you had merely to evade his onslaught of attacks; let alone deliver one of your own. And with the mud and muck becoming drenched with the pouring water coming down from above, you were really beginning to have trouble keeping your footing, with nearly every swiftly placed step almost slipping out from underneath you.
And then he threw himself at you once again, your body not being able to react fast enough this time, leaving you to stare in horror as that silvery blade raced straight towards your face, whilst your feet slid out from underneath you, sending you toppling to the street as agony tore through your forehead.
A sharp, pained scream tore free from your lungs as you brought one shaking hand to where his blade had cut through to the bone just beneath your hairline, crimson quickly flooding down your face as the cold, searing rain flushed the gash. Wrathful, devilish hate danced like flickering flames within the depths of your (e/c) gems as you stared up at the predator turned prey, your brows pulled low in a glower of absolute dispose, hating the way he smirked triumphantly down at your obviously defeated form.
“Got any last words, you damned little wretch?” His voce both scathing and patronizing, it reminded you in every way of how your father had once spoken to you, only drawing up more spite for the man from deep within the wells of your soul.
Giving him a foolhardy smirk, you held up your own pathetically sized blade towards his, letting a broken laugh fall from your lips as the thick scarlet rushing from your cut seeped down into your eye, forcing you to hold it shut tight. “None whatsoever.”
Taking a deep, trembling breath, you readied yourself mentally for the searing agony that was sure to follow his rapier piercing into your abdomen, knowing that not one of your companions would arrive in time to stop  man from cutting you down should you call; and this towering hulk of a man was far too close to allow you to slip free from the point of his sword, leaving you with no option other than to accept your fate at long last.
But as that long blade of silver suddenly began to rush towards your flesh from above, movement from just behind you caught your eye, and you turned your (e/c) stare just in time to see Ciel rushing across the cobblestones, his eyepatch having been torn away to reveal the ethereal glow of his violet Faustian seal. Feeling panic that the boy might try something foolish and get himself hurt on your account, you parted your lips in preparation to warn him off; all whilst that long rapier raced towards your slight frame, poised to pierce your heart. “Ciel! Don’t!”
But, as you closed your other (e/c) gem in trepidation of the moment agony would pierce throughout your flesh, you’d already lost sight of the young butler; and you couldn’t help but hope that maybe, for once, he’d listened to your order.
The squelching sound of flesh being rent filled the air, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat, blood, hot and fresh, spraying out all across your features. And yet, no pain could be felt along your body, save for the throbbing gash upon your forehead.
Deciding to risk a glance at what had happened, you parted your one good orb to find a figure dressed in black standing protectively in front of you, his blue grey locks slick against his head. The thin blade of your foe's rapier was piercing straight through from the front of his chest where his heart lie out to the back in a long, gleaming point, crimson dripping solemnly from the edge, being washed away by the rain.
Panic gripped you in that single instant, drawing a fearful scream from your lungs, only one word brought forth from your lips. “CIEL!”
But then, oddly enough, a soft chuckle left the Phantomhive boy’s lungs, the sound as heartless and dark as your own laughter had been earlier. Slowly he lifted one bloodstained, dripping white gloved hand to the piece of metal that had been rammed straight through his narrow chest and grasped it between his fingers, a soft whisper falling from his lips. “Hmph. Sebastian was right. That didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would…”
Then a sharp crack rang out, followed by the crisp clatter of metal upon stone as your young butler broke the blade away from his chest and tossed the now useless handle to the earth, a wide, wicked grin upon his face as he glanced back at you. “My apologies, mistress. I fear I was a tad bit delayed on my way to aide you. Though, I’m quite certain that you of all people can understand the damned problems that can arise in the midst of a fight. You aren’t too bloody well hurt to keep going, are you, (l/n)?”
With (e/c) spheres wide, you stared at Ciel in stunned silence as you nodded, unable to bring a single word to your lips. It was the man that attacked you whom finally voiced the question you longed to ask as your mind whirred, memories beginning to try and piece together what the hell was going on. “W-what in the Goddamned hell are you?!”
Ciel returned his empty, stoic stare upon the man, whilst his already dark grin only grew more shadowed, sending a fearful shudder down your spine. A shudder that reminded you all too closely of the rare occasions that Felix made you uncomfortable when the barely contained demonic side of his slipped free.
A gasp slid free of your parted lips as all of the pieces finally began to fall together…
But…..
‘I’m certain the other demons that now dwell within these walls would agree….’ Felix’s soft voice echoed around within the confines of your mind, resounding loudly whilst thought after thought flashed by, the pieces of the puzzle finally beginning to stack up…..
Then, that means….
Something seemed familiar about the steely blue haired boy as you watched him stand before you in the moonlight, his body outlined in pale silver as the boy moved with a grace that reminded you of another. Another in your service…
That…
‘But, I’ll let you know one thing about me: I haven’t seen anything in my sleep except for darkness for nearly three years now. Hell doesn’t bother my nonexistent dreams, nor the nightmares I create.’ Softly those words were spoken, Ciel’s form looming closer amongst the shadows as he leaned forwards to open the door that lie to your back, whilst hidden meaning to his words glimmered darkly within the depths of his azure spheres.
This entire time…
‘I quite enjoy your gaze upon me; to be honest, I get quite jealous when I find you staring at any demon save myself.’ Felix spoke these words softy as he held your (e/c) gaze captured within the depths his own scarlet orbs, obscuring the meaning held within those words with the intensity with which he stared…
Ciel has been….
‘You ain’t no match for him, no matter how many demons you summon…’ Those gruffly spoken words thrown in your face, just before the wretched man slit his own throat with your own blade seemed to hint at more than just Sebastian and Felix being there to aide you…
Ciel is….
‘I have a request of my own, if I may; do be careful around the other demons in your service, and should at any point in my absence one of them begins to make you feel unsafe, do not hesitate to summon me to your side…..’ That softly uttered warning of Felix’s danced within your ears at that moment, your gaze slowly traveling upwards to take in the bloody sight laid before you, a single trickle of the crimson liquid running down your forehead, still trailing swiftly from your wound.
Ciel is a….
‘It would seem that the boy still doesn’t comprehend a demon’s work…’ Even Sebastian himself had practically spelled it out for you earlier that day, his words finding new meaning as your (e/c) orbs slowly travelled up to where the boy stood before you, rain pelting harshly down upon his head, sending the bright ruby that seeped from the gaping hole in his chest cascading down over his slight form as a scoff fled from his lips.
A scoff that was edged with but one sentence to follow.
One sentence full of meaning whilst his orbs took on an otherworldly light, the hue that of the richest cerise.
“Tch. I am simply… one hell of a butler.”
Okay! So, this is it for this chapter! I hope you all lived it, and if you did, please comment or fave! I'll gladly answer any questions or comments, or if you've got any criticism, I'll take that too!
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AH!

After finally getting around to it, I read all chapters of your story, and I have to say I love it just as much. Your imagery is astounding, and I love how you go about writing! Your style is really great, it makes your stories pop and makes your writing distinctive. I love it~

New cover is looking great too! Hopefully you can get it in all of your new chapters!

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