To Drown in Sand

If the Heavens Ever Did Speak She is the Last True Mouthpiece

Feathers glided along the smooth surface of the vanity as Sebas cleaned Lady Carissimi's room. She hadn't been present within the tomb in seven months but Sebas made sure that everything was tidy and cared for. Lady Carissimi was too loyal and kind hearted to abandon them like some of the Supreme Beings as of late. Sebas stepped back to examine his work when he heard the soft tinkling of bells and strains of a violin.

She was back.

Sebas turned and bowed to his lady but she gave no response. The angel simply left the room without a word. The butler followed to make sure she was alright but was able to go no further when she entered the eighth floor.

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Sebas caught sight of his reflection and admired the little diamond feather on his lapel with pride. Only he had received a feather so far and it filled him with warmth to know Lady Carissimi favored him.

Sebas was about to continue his rounds when he heard the bells and violins. His eyes locked on Carissimi as she approached and bowed to his creator's sister. The angel walked past him without a word and towards the eighth floor.

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Sebas heard the whispers. Lady Carissimi had been attacked and was still recovering in "IRL", the realm of Supreme Beings. It would seem that she'd been caught off guard in a weakened state and had been unable to fight back. This worried Sebas as he eavesdropped in Lords Touch-Me and Momonga, the two discussing her trips to the eighth floor and a "surprise" to help her recover.

The sound of bells and violins paused the Supreme Beings' conversation. Lord Momonga tried to speak to her but Lady Carissimi ignored him and walked away.

Straight to the eighth floor.

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Sebas was determined to make sure his mistress didn't get hurt and was greeted properly. So here he was, waiting at the entrance to the eighth floor for Lady Carissimi. The butler had sped through his tasks for the day and placed himself there to await her arrival.

Sebas watched as Lady Carissimi rounded the corner and paused at the sight of him. He bowed politely and waited for her to approach so he may properly greet her. He heard her sigh and start walking again, her footsteps silent as she approached. She stopped again in front of Sebas and he kept his eyes respectfully trained on the ground. He only looked up when her hand lifted his chin.

Lady Carisimmi looked at him with that sweet smile and left, walking without a single word into the eight floor.

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It's been a week and everyday, Sebas waited outside the entrance to the eighth floor. And everyday Lady Carisimi was faithfully greeted by the butler.

Just as always, Sebas bowed as his lady rounded the corner and waited for her to enter. But today was different. Instead of entering without a word, today, for the first time in a month, Lady Carisimmi spoke.

"Sebas," She whispered as she raised his head. She and the butler locked eyes for but a moment when she stepped closer and hugged him. Sebas stood stock still, unable to move for some strange reason.

"Thank you."

Releasing him, Lady Carisimmi walked into the eighth floor.

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