hasn't he gotten used to the way her mood swings and changes every hour , that he has to be patient ? akina's arms are crossed , stood beside the man who was trying to eat his dinner in the mansion's kitchen . three am rings inside the ancient clock downstairs three times , she hugs her silk robe tighter around herself and sits on one of the chairs . if it wasn't for him , akina mori probably wouldn't have come to this part of the mansion . where the staff worked and lived , thankfully nobody was around for now . ❛ stop reminding me of my own commands . ❜ commands . a desperate way of trying to show people around this household that she too is in charge , no matter how osamu and yui don't want her to . she glances at the food , then leans back . like hell she'd eat that . ❛ you stay awake until this hour ? are you mad ? ? how are you going to wake up tomorrow and work ? ❜ it wasn't anything out of ordinary that's gotten the lady in a bad mood today . it was osamu , and it was his need to gift his chair to someone else after he died . her name was mentioned in his will , apparently , as he told her , but only for the inheritance of the house and a few companies . idiot . damon came to ask if she was alright a few hours ago , and akina couldn't get more cruel about kicking someone out of her bedroom . she was crying , her eyes are red and puffy . ❛ . . . if you want to stop working for us , i can get you a way out . ❜
— @daemonhold / loneliness. you were the one who asked me to leave you alone
