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❝ I definitely dont smell like cherry blossoms dear, I smell like dead bodies. ❞

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❝ This shirt smells just like you Mei, like cherry blossoms. ❞

October 2018 was ch145.

Send me a 💕 and I will use a random number generator to generate the following numbers below and reply with a smut starter.15. Royalty/Servant & 1. Bedroom & 10. Passionate Sex@mxrtems

“You summoned me, Master.”

Mei-Rin had just entered the room after she had been asked to enter. She did not like this place; used to the light chambers and corridors of the Phantomhive manor, she found it hard to get used to the darkness prevailing in this house.

Never had she got to know what was the reason the young Earl had decided to offer her skills to this man, but apparently something had forced him to make such a step. And the fact that he was a royalty did not make it any easier, more than that, it made her feel even more awkward in his presence, while he sometimes seemed to seek her company. However, she put all of her heart into this service.

The scent of lilac and cherry filled the garden as he approached the young gardener. It didn’t come as a shock that the other was scared. The man was dressed oddly and looked really pale. Anyone with common sense would be scared too.

❝ Did i frighten you finnian? I just came to say hello. But yes im enjoying my stay here. ❞

There was a hint of curiosity in his voice as he spoke. Scanning the area once more he thought how lovely this garden was. The floral decorations clearly looked like they had a lot of work put into them.

He liked the servants, he had no reason to hate them. ’Ciel’ hired them for protection and serving. They kept up there word and he was ever so grateful for that.

❝ Tell me, do you like working here at the phantomhive manor? ❞

The bench he sat on was porcelain white, very clean, very steady. He hoped this interaction held the same quantities.

                  ‘      no sir!! i was just a little startled is all!!      ‘ 

              HE ASSURES THE OTHER WITH A BRIGHT SMILE, a bouquet of flowers clasped in his hands. he thinks it will look lovely on the counter in the kitchen. they flowers he had picked weren’t pristine enough to be given to the young master, he learned that nothing less of perfect petals and dewy leaves were acceptable for the young master’s flower arrangements. 

            the flowers are placed on the ground gently by his feet, rocking back on his heels he wonders what he’s supposed to do next. it’s not often that visitors come out to the garden and speak to him - maybe it’s a test. he’s not good at tests. 

    ⊰ ♞ ⊱~; A short laugh escaped the butler, one hand tightened into a fist was raised when he pressed the outer side of the forefinger against his lips, to muffle the small hints of chuckles shaking through his frame. Sebastian was, by all means, not a fool. Yet somehow the silver-haired male had managed to sneak through his senses somehow, concealing the reality that underneath that sombre coat, there was more than just long lines of scars disappearing. Although, to the mad and crazed nature of his, there always lingered something much darker...something familiar yet newfangled, always there but far out of reach.   “Pardon me, Undertaker, you must know that the fact remains how our ‘kinds’ treat each other, even after eons which passed.”Crossing his arms over the chest the demon sighed, one eyebrow resting higher than its twin as he took another step closer to the reaper. “Also, there is the matter where you have quite ruthlessly impaled me on your scythe~, not something which has been forgotten I assure you~ but aside it all, what makes me wonder is the connection you harbor with the line of the Phantomhive?You are after all strongly fond of MY young Master....even as a death God which despised is by his own kin.”