#theedgeofdevotion

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It's time to take advantage of his small stature and slip away from the crowd unnoticed; by no means does Leo hate social gatherings as much as his master, but it does get stifling. 

A quick look around. There are no servants to be seen. That's all the encouragement he needs to pad down the stairs to the reception room.

It is empty, as expected. The windows are wide open and despite the day having been blistering, the night air is chill and in two long strides he's at the window, taking it all in: the countless fireflies in the sky, the minuet drifting from the floor above, perhaps following the trail left by the ivy from window to window to window. 

Vincent had an...odd look on his face. He was practically storming out of one of the drawing rooms, though why he was she didn't know. She was halfway down the hallway herself, sitting on a loveseat with a book on Chains in her lap, so hopefully he'd even hear her calling out to him.

One of the most annoying things about his job was the traveling. It wasn't often that Kevin was asked to visit a different town, but every once in a while there was business away from the manor he had to attend to. On one hand, it was awfully annoying because he hated being away from the Sinclairs for this long, and because he wasn't particularly good with directions. Sure, if he had been to the place before maybe, but he had a bad habit of getting lost, and he just hated asking for directions. This time, however, there seemed to be no getting around it.

It was the same bench that they met on the last time he came to visit her. She was still, outwardly at least. That didn't mean her insides were just as still, quite the opposite in face. Her heartbeat was definitely above normal, and her stomach definitely had some butterflies floating around in there. She shouldn't be this way, it wasn't as if they were still only getting accustomed to one another, it'd been over a month since they first met. Yet Vincent was still able to turn the Vessalius to putty if he said the right words or touched her the right way. Probably wasn't her greatest idea, getting to their meeting place ten minutes early, it only gave her more time to fidget around, but the minutes were ticking down and her antsiness should dissipate.