--maiden's prayer {duke}

[NAGI KOBAYASHI]

{*---OH, AM I REALLY
BECOMING SO CYNICAL?}

The frigid air had never relented even after spring had arrived. Especially during the early mornings. Fog had crept its way around the gardens, enveloping some of the skeletal remains of those wilted flowers. Through the thin veil, a girl with an eye patch quietly made her way to the very center of the Academy garden. Despite being a garden, the "front yard" of Stella Fiore had its reputation of being the most well kept garden in Milan. Even so the past winter had nonetheless struck a killing blow on the roses chrysanthemums. The once colorful vigor of the flowers had left a sad and pitiful path. This is further proved by the fact not much human and insect visitors visits this place, except the occasional academy staff. They seem to believe even after such a winter the garden still serve as one of the school's most attractive places. However to Nagi, the place seem so desolate and macabre like. Spawning almost one acre, the garden and the school building make her imagine she's standing in an abandoned Victorian home. The looming cobblestone building's entire aura changes once the sun disappears. And this were one of the reasons Nagi felt better standing within the dead garden. Yet she hadn't exactly expected the air to be so cold. Or maybe she's just that terrified of being frozen that she couldn't help feeling like she wanted to get under ten layers of blankets. However there is many more things much scarier in the world then the coldness, Nagi knew, as she wrapped her arms around her petite frame. Dressed in a lavender dress shirt and ballet shoes, this awkward looking girl give a brief look for any sign of a human life other then her own. While all the other Ladies were sleeping in their dorms, Nagi had the trouble of waking up to a rapping on her door and being told to meet her new butler in the garden, before the sun rises. What sane person would tell her to do that? Then again, what sane Lady would come out here with no coat? Nagi had thought meeting that butler would be a quick and easy thing actually, however what she didn't expect was the chilling air. Spring had arrived a few days ago, so surely the air would be warmer right? Thus the fifteen year old had carelessly walked out and into the night. And thanks to her stubbornness Nagi's mind does not want to go back inside.

There are benches built for Ladies who wanted to rest their feet. In the summers one could smell the scent of roses wafting into their noses if one were to sit at a particular seat. Now every single bench smells the same of nothing. And walking to one Nagi took a second to wander if she should sit or not. Standing up and moving help conserve some heat, but her tired legs had begun giving out a few minutes ago. She really needed to take a rest, and as the one brown eye scanned the front, a wind blew past. The wind's a fairly warm one, still it made Nagi shiver. Strings of hair blew past her and using her hand she held them back. The idea of meeting her new butler seem to force her to stay here, even if her body's telling her to go wait inside (as it is a smart thing to do). Will she find someone whose more then willing to let her confide in him her worries? And can she make him into a more presentable person for his future Ladies? Somehow the second thought made Nagi laugh. It's like having her as a mentor and her butler the student. Suddenly small footsteps were heard from behind and turning around a young girl with pigtails came running up to her, huffing and puffing, while her hands carried a square photo. "This is your butler's photo! And um..oh dear wrong photo again?!" The shorter girl grabbed her head and seem to look in pain. Nagi's mouth give a small frown, not from disappointment, but from the way the other girl looked. "It's okay! I'm sure I can still identify him if he comes here." the Lady said in a gentle voice. She then offered the younger girl a smile and patted her head. Then the pigtailed girl let out a grin and a thanks, and ran towards the building. The idea of having kids deliver the photo seem to weird Nagi out. Couldn't the adults do it themselves? Or maybe they were very busy these days? Another wind gusted past and Nagi took a step forward out of consciousness. These winds sure come too fast, and now she had a slight fear of them too. She's a light person she is, and paranoia got the best of her. I might as well sit for a bit. Nagi thought. Perching herself on the cold bench, the Japanese girl tried to focus her thoughts on what she would be doing after she had met her butler. It would seem like last year, with her Level F butler Cedric. But right now all Level F's are serving every single first years, and Cedric had left. So it is most likely this butler would be someone of lower rank.

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[LACHLAN WORCESTER]

contagious rhythm in my brain

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drink from the blood fountain and call it perfection[/color]
there’s a hole in the world like a great black pit
cut out his eyes and devour the blasphemous desire[/i]
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There was something poetic about watching the sun rise on a sight of a young woman in a garden, the sort of literary device that formed the wet dreams of playwrights and novelists world round. But Lachlan Worcester is not one of those poets, and thus has no real reason to force his new lady to oblige to his tainted pleasures, and instead contented himself with tying his tie just so. He could take all the time in the world and still be technically early, sweeps his hair with his fingers and doesn’t bother to hunt for a mirror. Then again, Lachlan has to be one of the few butlers who ever gets dressed outside a midnight dalliance’s home, buttons his pants with all the shameless care of a harlot. It’ll take him a good hour to walk from the lad’s house to the proper stretch of garden, lets the night air chill him to the bone and turn his complexion to a startling white. And while he walks he contemplates, wonders just what lady he’ll have to be assigned to for his first real task. It’s a bit of a spite that makes him force her to cater to him, anticipates a sort of agony not worth leaving Sydney for.

Expertly polished shoes tap authoritatively on asphalt and concrete, a military drum roll formed by a man on a mission straight down to hell.

When it’s all said and done, this girl in the garden has the look of a fairy straight out of a book of old, about as frail and naïve as a nymph in the tides. It isn’t hard at all for Lachlan to duck behind a doorway and watch, smirks to himself as another student falls over and drops her papers all over the ground. “Ah milady, watch yer step. Ye’ll knock yer fair little face into a dingo. Here now, let’s get ye all aces proper like.” She’s a good girl really, and if Lachlan had any sense of propriety left he’d feel guilty for switching his photo with another butler. But he hasn’t any left, brushes off her skirts with a lingering pat of appreciation before sending her scurrying off in a fluster to misinform that delicate creature wreathed in roses. He smiles to himself at that thought, amuses his healthy perversion with images of his new (and somehow still curiously oblivious) lady wrapped in nothing but white ribbons and red rose petals. When the other girl runs back she knows, huffs and blusters as Lachlan holds his gloved fingertip to her lips and smiles like all the bad men her mother has ever warned her about. “Hush… hush. I must thank ye for that milady. No no, don’t make a sound milady, wouldn’t want to cause a kafuffle.”

When he finally lets the girl go he kisses the back of her hand, sweeps a bow over that appendage with a devious sort of expression. She flees and he wipes his lips with his thumb, tongue darting out to remove the taste of child.

Watching his new lady flutter about in the garden might just be the most fun the butler had had in a long time, a sick sort of pleasure that he wasn’t wont to give up for quite anything else. But oh dear, she couldn’t be sitting on that cold bench (not dressed like that she had better not be). With an unholy sigh of vexation, Lachlan pulls himself out of the shadows and sets about stalking the long way around the garden. It isn’t hard to manage, what with the lack of proper lighting and his own prevailing love of wearing black suits and dark shirts at all hours of the day. The hardest part of the operation was plucking flowers as he crept along, bundling them neatly and elegantly with his handkerchief. He would be sorely amiss in his duties if he didn’t at least provide this charming young miss with a proper offering of his appreciative supplication. The butler even sneaks that present to her with style, creeps behind her with cat’s grace and waits a moment before clearing his throat. “Now mistress, ye shouldn’t be out and about when the weather is quite this.”

His jacket sweeps about her shoulders even as she ends up with a lap of flowers, a butler on knee before her in the utmost expression of romantic ideals. “I am Lachlan Worcester. It will be my utmost privilege and pleasure to serve you, my mistress.”

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[NAGI KOBAYASHI]

{*---OH, AM I REALLY
BECOMING SO CYNICAL?}

Like all unsuspecting preys, the young girl at first did not realize someone may be coming up behind her. However her body wasn't keen enough to jump ten feet; as the cold is keeping her from doing so. Instead Nagi felt the warmth of an article of clothing slipped on her thin shoulders and a bouquet of lucky roses put onto her lap. In in instant her brown eye caught the sight of a male kneeling down in front of her; dressed in black. She couldn't see his face clearly, but surely it must be handsome? She knew all butlers are picked not only with their talent, but also their appearance. Ugly ducklings were not allowed here. Hard to say, but Nagi always had a pet peeve when it comes to the look of the opposite sex, and now she pray that her butler would be a pretty person. Of course, it's not her way of speaking of this negativity to others, particularly other males. She isn't the one to talk so arrogantly. Now the girl's eye had traveled to the rose, whose bundled together by a piece of handkerchief. Pink lips curled into a soft smile; though it seem so off in such a miserable looking place. With one hand clutching the roses and one hand on her lap, Nagi looked for a way to make him feel better; perhaps more at home. True, she doesn't even know his capabilities yet, and aside from his name (okay forget that, her mind had long passed the string of letters and pronunciations), but she must stay with her vows of making him a better person. Thus Nagi had a string of questions to ask him, starting from the most basic like his age, his background, and whatnot. To ensure a close knit relationship one must get to know her person first. Giving him another sweep of her eyes, Nagi noted that his accent sounds Australian. An Aussie? Why, such a surprise! Not many Aussies come here, and it would be fun to work with one.

"It's my pleasure to be yours for the years. And as a Lady, I thank you for these wonderful flowers. It's hard to find lively ones in this bitter weather!" Nagi said it with a little too much confidence, however her face seem to show otherwise. A bit pale, naturally, and maybe a little bit...wary? Oh dear! She then stood up, so that the butler wouldn't focus his attention on her face for another minute. The jacket still clung on her shoulders, and with one hand, Nagi touched the male's shoulder with her fingertips. "Hm, your name seem kind of hard to remember. Shall I hear of a nickname perhaps?" Patience and kindness, two utmost importance a Lady needs to learn. For Nagi she could admit her patient isn't the best in the world, but now that another person is here, she could easily distract her mind with verbal activities. Kindness on the other hand, were an enigmatic thing to her. Nagi cannot tell if she is being kind to strangers; often her suspicion of a particular character may attract her aloof side. So it's indeed hard for her to make decent companions. Though once in a while some may see through her cold side. Since she is but one lonely girl. The night air had gone cloudier, signaling a shower maybe. The air seem warmer then before, and Nagi carefully grabbed the jacket and handed it to the butler. Regret seem to fill her, as without the jacket she felt a bit vulnerable. But her moral as a Lady stopped her from hesitating and instead her mind focused on other things. "May I ask you something?" she then asked. "Am I the first Lady you had ever served here?" Why she brought up this question is unknown, but Nagi did wander now that she had. Though it's always neat to bring up conversations. Taking a few steps past him, Nagi then turned around, waiting for an answer.

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