Two of the same kind
brangwyn:
❛ Oh no, I’m still much too young for that but thank you for the offer sir, ❜ enough practice has allowed her to evoke a polished smile to cover all clandestine thoughts. Such as what he was, for they seemed the same in one manner yet not in another. Friend? Foe? Beyond even all that she recognizes him first as the Phantomhive butler - the servant to the one who hosted the event in the first place. Unfortunate that she’s never spoken to the master but it may be better for her who wishes to belong among the wall as much as possible.
❛ Your master has hosted such a wonderful event, ❜ she remarks as a small thought filled with small wonder for time and time again every party she goes to never ceases to amaze her as to just how lavish a world can be. A world not of hers - no monotone colours Just light sparkles but she would be a liar if she believed all those around her to be naive. No they were sparkling beings bu they were no angels.
The demon butler couldn’t help to let a smug spread across his face when he heard the lady’s response. As if he hit a jackpot, he knew straight away what she was; according to his own knowledge of the underworld that is.
“Oh my apologies, miss – Oh well that’s right, your name. How may I address the young lady?” Sebastian straightened his back as he stood up tall and sophisticated with his lush penguin style tux, giving the lady a warm smile.
“Well, I’m sure thmaster would be pleased with that comment. Shall I escort you to him?” The butler watched her expression as if he was reading a book, knowing where she comes from and what she is and even so how she is feeling. Indeed, a butler who can’t do this much isn’t worth his salt. To protect his young master from surprised guests to assassins is his job.
Two of the same kind
brangwyn:
She’s dressed up like a princess, a little doll though the child feels nothing like one. If anything she feels laid bare, the satin cloth upon her skin almost invisible to the touch yet suffocating all the same. She’s been trained to be polite and courteous for times like these but it is not her. Unnatural and she only becomes more edgy as time passes, as words are exchanged, as noises infiltrate her overly sensitive ears. Oh she wonders if someone will eventually notice something. But Aogiri would continue pushing her and she understands there is a mission to be accomplished in the heart of it all.
Hazel eyes glance around, trying to remember who she is to speak to tonight. Feet shuffle a bit upon the awkward high heels she dons and she’s about to make the first step once eyes spot her target but it seems someone else wishes to speak to her first. Someone she had always been wary of for his smelt like a being who did not belong on Earth. Of a bringer of fear.
❛ Good evening sir, ❜ she curtsies as courteously as she could be, a polished smile lingering upon her face.
With the silver tray on his palm, the thin champagne glass balancing on top, the butler approached the young lady with the usual welcoming smile he would put on and bowed respectfully. Of course guests comes first he thought however he couldn’t help but to see the young lady’s aura that was glooming around her. Dark, menacing as if he was looking of his own and that certainly puzzled the butler. Surely he would have known of this fine lady who was right in front of him and her true nature he even wondered if she knew what he really is too. The other thing that seemed peculiar was that she wasn’t with any Chaperone. A young lady all by her own in a social event? Peculiar indeed however the butler relieved himself with an inner sigh.
“Oh good evening, mi’lady. Would you like some champagne?” he replied with a smile as he offered the tray to her, as if masking his own real intentions and emotions.
