" I've seen things far beyond
normal human understanding
Miss. I won't shoot you
unless you give me a reason to "
As if to prove that point, the
maid tossed her gun out of
reach. She would take the word
of the stranger and trust that
she was indeed, too weak to
pose -
a threat to the Manor.
" Well then " she exclaimed,
clipping the bottom of her
skirts to the large button that
kept them out of her way during
battle.
" I suppose if you won't come
down, I'll have to come up there
and check the damage "
Meyrin perhaps could-
" B-but young master! We did everything right we did! Well...almost
But what's one broken cup, a few mis-pulled roses and a teensy kitchen fire anyway?....right? Sir? "
┈ Writer is 23 so please, minors DNI
┈ Penned by #ѕυηdяσρ (Call me Sun)
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and thankfully bundled
in layers and coats. But still…he
really shouldn’t be out in this weather
Throwing on her own coat, the
red haired maid’s footprints in the
snow soon lay parallel to the master
of the house.
She dreaded to think of how he hadn’t
been seen by-