“Is it even possible to deny such a dense-headed brat his wishes?” the supervisor snapped, surprised that the maid would have replied to him in such a way. “Honestly. I was not made to be a butler.” He adjusted his glasses and attempted to straighten himself, pushing back the spiteful remarks that were beginning to surface.
William aptly took the tray from her, glancing at her only when she turned away so he couldn’t get a very good view of her face. He eyed her curiously, still noticing something odd about her that he couldn’t quite place. “I hope this will suffice,” he mumbled, exiting the kitchen to return back down the hall whence he came.
In addition to that maid, something else also felt off about the kitchen in general. There had been a lingering aroma in there, obviously from the food, that he could swear he’d experienced before. Still, he couldn’t quite place that familiarity, especially considering he never usually had a proper home-cooked meal. If only he could remember; it was just adding to the frustration over this whole mess that was currently giving him a headache.
Isabella’s eyebrow twitched with annoyance at his grumbling remark, “Don’t take a job you aren’t suited for then, it’s only a nuisance. At least you don’t have to wear something so degrading…” Though the last part was mostly to herself she tugged down on the uniform’s short skirt irritably.
When William left, Isabella let out a sight before she began to clean, saving some of the dinner for William later, knowing he would be too busy to eat right away. When she finished cleaning the kitchen spotless she went to prepare the Master’s bed chamber for the night, it having been late when she finished.
She finished up the nightly chores before going to her own bedchamber, seeing that it was next door to William’s. She sighed and pressed her palm against the door before waiting patiently outside their rooms, waiting for William to finish his duties.
William was having quite the rough day, to say the least. By the end of the day, he found himself desperately wishing for the moment to come when that damned master finally had his last breath. “Honestly. Such insolence,” the reaper grumbled to himself as he walked down the hall towards the bedchambers, adjusting his suit as if it would help keep his nerves in check.
He checked his watch briefly before approaching the door to the room, wishing that the time would move quicker so that he may finally change out of that degrading uniform. The supervisor glanced up to see the maid there, wondering why she was standing around outside the door.
“What are you standing around for?” he asked, albeit somewhat harshly. “It’s the end of your shift, is it not?”
Isabella felt a strange sting in his words that she didn’t usually feel and only became angrier with him. She reached into her pocket and slipped on her reaping spectacles and let her hair slowly fade back into it’s natural blue color before shooting him an icy glare, her hands clenched into tight fists, “I would have expected more out of my supervisor but even more so you’ve failed as a man by not recognizing me.”
Besides obvious anger, there was a small trace of hurt in her voice. Before she realized it, unwanted tears had gathered in her eyes, forcing her to look away from him, opening her bedroom door as she spoke quietly, “I’ll see you in the morning for work.” Without so much as another word or glance she shut herself inside her given room and leaned against the wood of the door with a heavy sigh.
She quickly wiped away any tears that had threatened to spill and walked to the bed, plopping down on the bed, hugging one of the fluffy pillows. She didn’t know how to react to her new feelings but she didn’t like the hollow feeling she had inside her chest, squeezing the pillow tighter in hopes to smother it, “William you really are an idiot..”
Taken aback by her words, the supervisor’s eyes widened upon finally realizing who he had been dealing with this entire time. Truthfully, even he wasn’t quite sure how exactly he managed to not recognize her in the slightest. A small pang of guilt twisted itself in the pit of his stomach, but it was quickly shielded by his typical wall of cold, emotionless steel.
William opened his mouth to retort, but she had already left. Letting out a short, frustrated huff, the reaper turned on his heel and continued on to his own butler’s chambers. He experienced an unexplainable mix of feelings, from his usual unapologetic self-righteousness to something more…understanding, perhaps. Obviously she had a reason to be upset, even though part of him insisted she was overreacting. Ultimately, he made a mistake, regardless of how hard she may have taken it.
Though he had no intention to bother her again at that moment, the supervisor decided to apologize another way. Despite the angry voice in his head telling him not to, William took a notecard from his room, writing a simple “Sorry” on it and folding it up. He then, very quietly, snuck out into the garden to quickly clip a pink rose from an overgrown hedge. The reaper placed these items quietly outside Isabella’s bedroom door, hoping that no one would mess with it later. Perhaps she’d find the notion cheesy and not near enough of an apology, but he thought it best to at least try.
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William’s brow twitched at the young man’s childish remark. “For your information, these glasses are of utmost importance to a reaper, not that the likes of you would understand,” he grumbled, turning away.
“Yeah, I guess I don’t understand,” he said, flopping down on the edge of a fountain, “I guess that’s the price of not being a tightwad.” He gave a mischievous little grin and nodded in William’s direction. “I’m Jack. Jack Frost.”
This child was beginning to infuriate him, but he ignored those comments to the best of his abilities. “William T. Spears. London Reaper Dispatch, Management Division,” he procured a business card from his inner pocket, using the end of his death scythe to hand it to Jack.
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Almost as if reading his thoughts, Raven picked up on what was running through William’s head. She glances at the corpse. “You think this has to do with me?” She asks softly. “I swear it doesn’t. I was just out for a walk, to escape Hell for a while.”
“I do not see why else you would have come here, if not to have had some sort of interest in this corpse,” he muttered, studying her for any sort of crack in what he believed was a facade of innocence. “And I don’t see the point in escaping somewhere you belong.”
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“Is it even possible to deny such a dense-headed brat his wishes?” the supervisor snapped, surprised that the maid would have replied to him in such a way. “Honestly. I was not made to be a butler.” He adjusted his glasses and attempted to straighten himself, pushing back the spiteful remarks that were beginning to surface.
William aptly took the tray from her, glancing at her only when she turned away so he couldn’t get a very good view of her face. He eyed her curiously, still noticing something odd about her that he couldn’t quite place. “I hope this will suffice,” he mumbled, exiting the kitchen to return back down the hall whence he came.
In addition to that maid, something else also felt off about the kitchen in general. There had been a lingering aroma in there, obviously from the food, that he could swear he’d experienced before. Still, he couldn’t quite place that familiarity, especially considering he never usually had a proper home-cooked meal. If only he could remember; it was just adding to the frustration over this whole mess that was currently giving him a headache.
Isabella’s eyebrow twitched with annoyance at his grumbling remark, “Don’t take a job you aren’t suited for then, it’s only a nuisance. At least you don’t have to wear something so degrading…” Though the last part was mostly to herself she tugged down on the uniform’s short skirt irritably.
When William left, Isabella let out a sight before she began to clean, saving some of the dinner for William later, knowing he would be too busy to eat right away. When she finished cleaning the kitchen spotless she went to prepare the Master’s bed chamber for the night, it having been late when she finished.
She finished up the nightly chores before going to her own bedchamber, seeing that it was next door to William’s. She sighed and pressed her palm against the door before waiting patiently outside their rooms, waiting for William to finish his duties.
William was having quite the rough day, to say the least. By the end of the day, he found himself desperately wishing for the moment to come when that damned master finally had his last breath. “Honestly. Such insolence,” the reaper grumbled to himself as he walked down the hall towards the bedchambers, adjusting his suit as if it would help keep his nerves in check.
He checked his watch briefly before approaching the door to the room, wishing that the time would move quicker so that he may finally change out of that degrading uniform. The supervisor glanced up to see the maid there, wondering why she was standing around outside the door.
“What are you standing around for?” he asked, albeit somewhat harshly. “It’s the end of your shift, is it not?”
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Clapping the book shut, the reaper’s eyes fell upon the other once more, his clear look of disdain still unfaltering. “How amusing that you attempt to look out for me in such a way,” he retorted sarcastically, though his expression (or lack thereof) never changed. How dare this creature belittle him in such a way, as if he couldn’t take care of himself? William scoffed, his blood boiling just thinking about what Hades must have thought.
“I suggest you look out for yourself, oh god of darkness. If the need were to arise, I have no restraints against destroying anything that may pose a threat, whoever that may be.” The reaper turned away from the other, attempting to ignore the pain still searing in his arm. In truth, he’d actually forgotten about the demons that were still probably lurking around. It was apparent that escaping from there may be his only option.
- I consider your suggestion, mister reaper, but I fear I’ve got nothing to be afraid of. Contrary to you, I’m not injured nor I could be.
Was William more mad now? He sounded quite exasperated. Moreover he really seemed to believe that Hades was planning to do something to interfer with his job. Silly idea.. Sure the god was bored and lacked of entertainments, but actually doing something was another matter. Watching them was more enjoyable in his opinion, but well, he was not planning to tell that to the shinigami.
Let him think this way for a bit, it’s kind of fun~
- Do you need some help? Your situation can easily getting worse if you don’t hurry.
William resisted the urge to mutter any further insults to the other god, and subtly gritted his teeth. “Honestly, I could not imagine how you would help in the slightest,” he replied, leaving Hades behind as he attempted to recalculate his location in the vast forest. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, though he assumed he was too far off for the dark deity to have heard his discontent.
The reaper was highly aware of his impossible situation; potentially lost in the forest with demons around, while also sustaining a rather brutal injury. In fact, it probably could not have been worse, but he did his best to play it off as nothing. As quick as he could in his condition, the reaper set off in the direction completely opposite from where they were, in hopes that keeping clear away from the dark god would also keep him away from the demons.
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Odd; something seemed slightly off about that maid, but William brushed this thought off to ponder over later. It wasn’t the time for that now, although something was rather confusing to him. Who was that random maid, anyhow? And he had received information that a subordinate would be joining him on this mission, but there didn’t appear to be anyone he recognized anywhere. Maybe they were running late. The supervisor scoffed at the thought; that seemed like typical laziness of most of his subordinates.
William proceeded down the hall, looking around the place rather aimlessly before he finally found the master’s office room. Just as he suspected, it was another snobbish brat that he would’ve preferred to avoid. The reaper exited the office shortly after, his brow twitching in frustration while a vein pulsed in his head. It had taken ridiculous amounts of effort not to completely flip his lid in front of his temporary “master”; he merely had to keep reminding himself there was a job to be done.
He then walked down the hall once again in reluctant search of the kitchen, according to the master’s orders. Peering through the double doors left open, the reaper’s gaze quickly fell upon the maid from earlier, who appeared to be busy cooking. “Excuse my intrusion, but it appears the master would like something to eat before dinner,” he grumbled in clear irritation.
Isabella tensed slightly when she heard William’s voice but didn’t bother turning around when she spoke, still irritated that he didn’t recognize her, “You’re the butler; tell him not to spoil his appetite with snacks before a meal. Honestly.” Her eyebrow twitched irritably as she continued cooking, her mind beginning to wonder weather or not he’d recognize the dish from their first date before shaking such ridiculousness away; if he didn’t recognize her face now, why would he recognize her cooking?
She sighed and conjured up a small appetizer, arranging it neatly on a tray and handing it off to William, “Satisfy his needs with that for now and tell him dinner will be ready momentarily.” She turned away and went back to cooking over the stove, feeling a small pang in her chest that he didn’t recognize her, trying to shove the unwanted feeling away and focusing on her work.
She had always enjoyed cooking so she figured it wasn’t all so bad, she rarely gotten to cook for anyone besides herself so it was nice to share her skills with others, letting the aroma fill the kitchen. She began to think about weather or not she would cook for William again like she had before, or if they would go on another date at all. She was new to such things so she wasn’t sure how to act or think. She sighed and shook the thoughts from her head; Focus on the mission so you can go back to your desk.
“Is it even possible to deny such a dense-headed brat his wishes?” the supervisor snapped, surprised that the maid would have replied to him in such a way. “Honestly. I was not made to be a butler.” He adjusted his glasses and attempted to straighten himself, pushing back the spiteful remarks that were beginning to surface.
William aptly took the tray from her, glancing at her only when she turned away so he couldn’t get a very good view of her face. He eyed her curiously, still noticing something odd about her that he couldn’t quite place. “I hope this will suffice,” he mumbled, exiting the kitchen to return back down the hall whence he came.
In addition to that maid, something else also felt off about the kitchen in general. There had been a lingering aroma in there, obviously from the food, that he could swear he’d experienced before. Still, he couldn’t quite place that familiarity, especially considering he never usually had a proper home-cooked meal. If only he could remember; it was just adding to the frustration over this whole mess that was currently giving him a headache.
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