[IC] Your wish is my command - A black butler Roleplay (Pyro and Arista)

[Lyric Hop]

Ice-blue eyes scanned the white wonderland that had dragged his mother from sleep to pester him with getting out of the manor for a bit. Truth be told, he didn't mind leaving his home and wandering in random circles, however today was special. Marilyn's birthday was soon and he'd had a gift picked out since mid-November, turning his head away from the view, ice-blue eyes met drooping chocolate-brown.

"Will we be there soon?" He asked and hid a smile when his companion jerked and blinked dazely. Clearing his throat his companion scratched his pale cheek in embarrassment.

"In fifteen to twenty minutes my lord, we picked a great time to have left the manor. The clouds are getting thicker, sir Solomon." The voice was soft but held a tone of wonder, Solomon hummed softly and nodded his head in agreement. They'd be arriving soon, hopefully Marilyn would be happy to see him, hopefully the fight they had would of settled by now.

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Stepping out of her shower and scooping Eros up from where he'd decided to perch himself near the heater, she made her way back into her room. Knowing that Artemis would clean her room, she grabbed a gray silk dress that fit her mood for the day and easily tugged it on, running a comb through her hair she sighed softly and rubbed the still slightly painfully cuts on the pulse point of her neck. No one would know they are there of course, however hiding them might be harder, slipping the black choker into place, Marilyn rose to her socked feet and made her way to her door. Slipping into a pair of gray low heeled boots, Marilyn paused long enough for Eros to wrap around her shoulders before making her way out into the hall. Reaching the stairs that would lead her down to the main floor, Marilyn sighed softly and absently trailed her fingers across the puncture marks.

She wondered idly as she reached the final step a turned to the right to head or the dining room, what would happen today. @pyroman

[pyroman]

Artemis was quick to travel to the kitchen, using the set of doors in the back that was normally reserved for moving larger amounts of food in and out of the kitchen. Now, it was being used because it was the fastest way for him to travel and get the food for Marilyn. The moment his foot touched the floor of the kitchen, Tsubasa appeared before him, her glasses fogged from the steam from one of the pots. She bowed quickly before him, saying little before she rose to look up at the obviously taller man.

"Hello..." She said to him. Her eyes looked to the cart that had been full of food the day before, only for it to be empty. However, many plates of food were on trays on the countertop. "Amorin-s... Lady Armorin, arrived in the... the dining room just... just m...." She grumbled to herself almost silently. "Recently." She corrected herself. A soft sigh escaped her lips, just moments before Artemis bowed to her.

He smiled at the chef, not minding her speech all to much to be any sort of problem. "I'm terribly sorry that I wasn't here earlier." He apologized for himself as he rose back up fully. "I had some things to take care of earlier this morning, and I did not foresee that it would take as long as it did."

She smiled at him, blushed even. His english formality and dashing looks appealed to her. He was so tall, so handsome, graceful. He seemed like the person that would go through great lengths to protect Marilyn and those he cared about, being their knight in shining armor and protecting them from all evil in the world. As she lost herself in her thoughts, she could hear the sound that their glasses would make when the clinked together if he ever made a move on her.

All while she was fantasizing, Artemis was busy readying the plates for delivery into the dining room, but as soon as his hand touched one of the plates...

Smack!

Out of nowhere, a single, tiny, dainty hand moved across the kitchen with the sole purpose of slapping Artemis' arm and keeping it from touching her plates.

Tsubasa's glasses shone in such a way that her eyes could not be seen, but the firm expression was visible on the rest of her face. As the adrenaline left her body, and her facial muscles relaxed, a look of shock spread across her face, her hands covering her face to hide it in shame. "I-I... I am s-so s-s-s-sorry... Penrose-san..." she flinched when a hand touched her shoulder, and looked up hesitantly to see Artemis smiling before her.

"Ueda-san, I should be the one apologizing. As the chef, it is your duty to see that the food is delivered to Lady Marilyn." He bowed deeply to her, causing what was one a faint blush on her cheeks to flare wildly.

With a much slower pace, Tsubasa shuffled towards the trays of food and picked them up, carrying one on each of her hands. Even slower than that, she walked out into the dining room, slowly and carefully making her way to the table. From the kitchen. Artemis could easily see that she would have trouble speaking to Marilyn, even now more so than ever. Quickly, he stepped out of the Kitchen and changed his speed so that he would be at the table at the same time that Tsubasa would arrive there.

Once at the table, Tsubasa placed the trays down and bowed. her lips trembled as she rose. She wanted to talk, but the words would just not form, and her mouth would just not open. She was thankful that Artemis was there to speak for the two of them.

"Ueda-san has prepared this meal for you this morning, and wishes that you enjoy it wholeheartedly." He spoke to Marilyn. "However, this does not excuse m absence this morning. I am afraid that last nights... guests, kept my busier than I had anticipated, and even after that, another unforeseen problem had arisen. I do hope that you forgive me."

[Lyric Hop]

@pyroman Marilyn shifted her gaze from the plates before her to the chef and then to her butler, her lips twitching up into a small smile.

"Arigato Ueda-san, it's lovely." Her voice was scratchy and Marilyn swallowed slowly and focused completely on her food. Eros hissed diddly and unwound from around Marilyn'a shoulders, landing on the carpet he curls up and drifts off to sleep. Picking up her fork and beginning to eat, she silently hopes that Artemis won't verbally speak of what happened last night in front of the chef.

Sighing softly she swallows the food and feels her tense muscles relaxing at the warmth and soothing feel it gives as it goes down her throat.

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Coming to a stop before the familiar estate, Solomon gracefully leaps out for the door and waits long enough for his companion to emerge before walking to the front doors. He'd waited months to see Marilyn, hopefully she still wasn't Mas at him, the argument had been stupid and childish. Lifting his gloved hand and knocking on the white oak door, he waits to be let inside, barely fwelding the cold air as it wipes around them.

[pyroman]

A small smile formed on her face as her head tilted downward in appreciation. Though the snake startled her, she did not make any sudden movements about it. Tsubasa then looked to Artemis concerning what he had just said. Though she dared not ask in fear of her body refusing to allow her to speak, she was curious as to what he was talking about. Maybe he just mistook Margaret for someone else late in the evening? There was no way for her to tell since she had yet to actually see Margaret, but if the glasses that the butler wore were of any indication to her, he would most likely be unable to see well in the dark or in dim lighting. Though she wanted to say more, she bowed once more before stepping back into the kitchen, leaving Artemis and Marilyn alone for the time being.

Artemis prepared a word for Marilyn mentally, but did not have the chance to say so before a sound reached his ears that rivaled the prowess of a bat. He was not expecting anyone else other than Margaret. With what had happened the evening before, he was quick to assume that there were more kidnappers or assailants. He turned his head to Marilyn, smiling politely before bowing. "Shall I go and see who is at the door?" He asked her. "Were you expecting anyone else?"

[Lyric Hop]

Marilyn blinked and placEd her fork down, mind going through visitors as her hands gently wipe hee mouth clean, humming softly she offers her butler a small smile.

"Perhaps Solomon? His mother usually sends him around this time of year...though...I can't help but feel as if I've missed a visit of his somehow. Anyway, if you'd let him in before he freezes? He should have a companion with him, a male with brown hair and brown eyes." As she finished the doors open reveal Margaret in all her glory, today she wore a two piece a red shirt and a black skirt that reached above her knees. Golden met lilac as Margaret made it to her seat and sat down, greedily piling her plate before taking a bite, Marilyn made sure to keep the wince of disgust from her face.

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Margaret savored the food before her, stomach squirming with delight as Marilyn dabs at her mouth one more before digging into her meal. She seemed tired today, her movements were graceful but her eyes would blink more the once every few minutes or do as if fighting off sleep, hiding a grin and returning to her food she mentally began to set another plan into action.

The faint sound of someone knocking drew her attention a few minutes later, Marilyn having finished before her only to reman seated out of curetsy of her guest. She wondered faintly as she finished the last of her meal, if visitors were expected today, and if so who?

By Marilyn'a calm demeanor Margaret would have t guess eother someone unimportant or someone who visits often enough for Marilyn to know who it was and not react out of manners. Even so, Maregert thought as she dabs at her own red painted lips, who would it be and if her plan of getting money. @pyroman

[pyroman]

Artemis spun on his heel, only for him to fully see Margaret making her grand entrance for the morning. By her clothing, it was possible that she had actually anticipated staying for the evening. Just every so slightly, his eyes narrowed in her direction. He said nothing to her as he passed her, leaving the dining room and heading out into the hallways. As he left, he had another thought in relation to the guests that had invaded the estate the night before, but that was not his main concern for the moment.

He stepped to the front door with haste, silently wondering where the maid was. She had been the one to open the door when Margaret arrived, and he was the one to arrive late. Margaret didn't even seem to notice him in her first moments that she arrived. It wasn't a total surprise. He was shadowing for the most part, but he did try and introduce himself to her.

Whatever the cause was, it could wait for another conversation with himself in the confines of his mind. He opened the door with grace and bowed deeply. "Hello, and welcome to the Amorin Estate." The words flowed off his tongue easily and gracefully, as if speaking itself was an art that he had long since mastered.