#demonkept

"Do I look lonely?" Joker whispers suddenly, violet hues hidden behind orange bangs as he lowers his head. A few too many drinks has him spouting nonsense that he'll surely regret in the morning. "I see th' shadows on me face, Smile." Oh, how he wishes he wasn't trapped under the vice-like grip of his 'Father'. How he wishes those sneaking suspicions about the blue-haired lad && his tail-coated friend would just go away.

              just as he has changed, she has as well. from a girl who could not so much as leave her home without dear paula in tow, to the young woman she held herself as now, speaking plainly to the boy there in front of her. her eyes are shiny, though now with threatening tears rather than the previously omnipresent glitter. though she has had nearly four years to grieve, the wound goes stronger every time she uses the name of a dead boy to refer to the one still living. have he no pity for the others ?

              there are hardly any words that she can use to respond to his coldness. and so, almost a turn, she calls him on his bluff. “ i’ve always known, you know. ” perhaps not always, though the thought was always there. she needs not elaborate on exactly what it is that she has discovered over her time, because she’s positive that he can understand with what bare bones information that she provides. “ you’re not as good of an actor as you think. ”

              he has been able to fool nearly everyone, of course. even his own kin, because she would have never dreamed of spilling a secret so ugly, especially without knowing reasons beyond what she could have inferred. and though she was solemn, her final words are almost angry, though that emotion is marred by her face, pained and teary eyed. “ how could you lie to me like that ? ”

      ✧|| “Sorry, it’s been a while since I did-” Bravat looked around, taking in exactly what hewas doing. Somehow he had gone from helping run a newly-famous music hall to temporarily being an assistant in the garden. “Anything like this. But I’m alright! Don’t worry about me, I likely just need some ice.”

        In all honesty, he felt anything but alright- he had taken quite a fall, trying to pick up a bag of fertilizer that was way too heavy for his decidedly unfit physique. He had just watched the young boy pick it up so easily, so it was embarrassing to struggle with such a simple task. But, even with his probable concussion taken into consideration, he still had too much pride to ask for direct assistance from such a goofy kid. He had decided to push forward with the work, just as soon as he handled his injury himself to some extent. “…by the way, where can I find the ice?”

        HE’D SEEN THE WHOLE THING GO DOWN AS IF IN SLOW MOTION, but by the time he had reached out to grab the other it had been too late. without missing a beat he lifts the fertilizer and hoists it onto his shoulder with the intention of continuing his task. 

                                                       ‘      ice?      ‘  

          the bag is cast to the side and he thinks for a moment, there should be some in the kitchen. worry etches into his features and he leans towards bravat. the newest member of the household did seem to be in more pain than he was letting on. 

                              ‘      yes of course!! come right this way. will you be alright?       ‘

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   ♚░ ⁞ The raven’s words were quite funny to him, and within moments he’d begun to chuckle, sprawling the knuckles of his slender fingers across his jaw. He was positioned in his chair in such a way that Sebastian would be able to fully take in the sarcastic skepticism that altered the bearing of each and every part of his body: the way his head was craned sideways, the way his dark eyebrows creased together in mirth, and the slight flare of his nostrils as he closed his eyes and began to giggle.             “And then, I must assume that your attempt to consume me preemptively was justified by that reasoning?” Amusement was primary in his speech, although deeper lay a hint of agitation. “Do you so often fight off your beastly impulses with substantial difficulty, Sebastian?”

The sight of it was somehow wrong; laughter from a child who claimed he’d lost the ability to smile. Had Sebastian been a different man, he might have celebrated that humor on the Earl’s features.

But Sebastian was not a different man.

Cold lips held only a knowing curl and the shadowed stretch of his hair fell around a confident, too-angular face. “Given that I now know your intent, following through on the action in question would be unjustified. You requested me fit to serve you, my lord. The difficulty of your orders does not prevent my completion of them. Are you dissatisfied with my current conduct?” Asking for trouble, he realised too late.

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The demon smirked for a moment, not bothering with pretending to be concerned when it was just him and his master.  He shrugged, completely uninsulted by the boy’s words.  “You sound as though you think that I didn’t purposely show up a bit late.  My deal is to keep you alive, not free of pain, Master.”  While the deep cleaning would be bothersome, at least the butler had gotten some amusement today.

It was obvious to him how much pain the young Earl was in, but the demon wasn’t one to feel pity or regret.  After his master’s order, Sebastian gave a nod, “Of course, young Master.  I will clean this up immediately.”

              it’s not often that she FEELS pretty. drawn to those cute materials, she can dress herself up for others, know that she can draw an eye and gain attention when desired. yet there, she does feel pretty, content to look at herself in the mirror and admire what she saw. a curl is fixed with a twirl around her finger, lower lip bitten for a touch of color, and she stands straighter. nina had a way with clothes, that was not to be diminished.

              still, it was something of a blow to her so quickly gathered confidence when he refused to even look up. selfish as it was, there was little that she wouldn’t have given to have her maid there to dote on her in order to make up for her fiancé’s apparent indifference. for all of the male attention that she received ( and turned away ) from those that she trained with, why was it that she pined for the recognition from none other than the one person who refused her ? “ do you really think so ? ” her head turns over her shoulder. she might have pointed out that he hadn’t so much as looked up, but the blush insinuates that either he did believe in his words, or that he was growing frustrated with entertaining her and her indecisiveness.