The Mask Of Beauty and Rage (Brahms X Greta)

Chapter 14 - Outburst

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Some time had passed now. About two months had gone by in the blink of an eye. It was reaching the chilly months of September. The leaves began to dwindle and fall little by little each passing day. The air felt sharper in the manor, more than before at least. As if the mansion wasn't dreary enough already the cold would be a killer.

Greta went about the manor swiftly with ease opening every closet she could find. She wanted to collect as much blankets as she could possibly find in this massive place. The cold wasn't the friendliest to her nose, ears, and toes.

The routine Brahms and Greta shared was amiss at times but proceeded to strive for harmony and an understanding. The stories she read and the notes she played for him always found a way to bring peace to his mind. The meals she cooked him made him happy to see them in his room. The rats Greta needed not to be dealt with by her hands but instead with his. She couldn't go outside but Greta wouldn't fuss as much anymore. Brahms hopes and dreams sore through the sky having his Greta be here with him finally in peace. When the night skies would fall over them, she'd take him to bed, and he would do the same for her as well. More than usual, Brahms had escorted Greta back to her door with a goodnight kiss. He would always be the one to ask her for the bidding before sleeping. He was only blessed with a kiss on his porcelain cheek. It was a disappointment but a thrill at the same time for Brahms.

Greta stopped inside one of the bedrooms on the third floor and placed the blanks she had acquired on the bed. Tying her hair back as she looked up inside one of the closets only finding a small blanket what would be for a small child. It had prints of little cars on it, but she took it anyways. She threw it on the pile and continued to the next rooms. She had five blankets in her arms but thought that was enough for now. Greta made her way back down to the main floor. Brahms wasn't on her tail at the moment. For the past few weeks Brahms hasn't been on her, which she did find rather strange. Most of the time he would follow her everywhere she went but now he was letting her be.

Greta knew he was giving her access to his home and to wonder about. Sometimes she thought this was a test of trust and she wasn't going to betray that little bit of trust she has with him. Greta went to the living room and put all the blankets on the couch. The living room was nice and cozy she had to say. She saw the fireplace in the center of the room against the grant wall. She wanted to use it and hopefully they could. She did recall Mr. Heelshire warning about the fireplace and to never use it. But he never said to not use it because it didn't work. Specifying they had an accident but that was all he explained. It must work, she thought to herself.

Greta took one of the blankets to herself holding the folded piece against her chest. She mindlessly wonders over to the fireplace just to examine it fully. It hasn't been used in a very lot time, she could even see thick mounds of dusty forming on the corners and edges. She sighed to herself zoning out for a moment just staring at it.

Suddenly the sound of someone silently entering the room made the floor creak ever so slightly. Greta immediately turned her head to the sound and saw Brahms at the large opening of the room. His head was titled at her a little as if pondering.

"Oh." She jumped a little. "Hey, Brahms. What are you doing up here?" She asked calmly. Brahms was walking towards her reaching Greta's side.

"I haven't started dinner yet if that's why you're here. I know you can be a very cranky boy if you don't get your meals." She joked looking at his masked face. Brahms only titled his head more as if insulted by her joke.