【𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

13

Once again, in front of the same old fireplace, her sharp eyes have grown accustomed to over the past month or more. And once again, sat in front of the angel she had also grown to enjoy. But lately, there's been something that distracts her every time she notices him, every time she glances over...

His pale blue eyes, and the matching pendant on his collar, an eye that seems to follow his own.

"Angel?" she called out, 

"Hm?" He continued his stitching, threading the needle through the ebony cloth. His own eyes were unwavering from his hands as he worked the needle, making delicate, even stitches along the fabric.

"Your eyes," He paused his actions, his eyes looking up from his stitching to stare at her for a moment, the pendant on his neck seemingly doing the same, yet looked ever so normal when she took a glance at it. 

A small smile etched onto his face before he continued his actions, his soft eyes looking back down at the fabric as the needle continued "Yes? go on,"

She took a small sip out of her Earl Grey, setting the porcelain cup back gently on the tray as her eyes stayed on his figure "They're blue,"

Ash chuckled, "That they are," as if she had said the most obvious thing. And she just did, of course.

Her pupils dilated as she stared at him, his silver hair falling ever so softly over his face while the gentle smile stayed on his lips. Her eyes kept on his through his white lashes, somehow, every time she looked at him, his eyes especially, it brought her body a comforting warmth; one that made her relax in her seat, the effect of an angel, she supposes.
"Had they ever been any other colour?" She tried, recalling how she remembered his violet eyes when she would watch a different version of him, unlike now.

"Before I had met you, with old masters," He spoke calmly, needling still piercing through the dark cloth,

"Your eye colour can change?" She watched intently as his gloved hands worked with the needle, still asking questions. "I knew I wasn't hallucinating when we first met,"

"I had assumed you thought that when you asked me," He had set the needle and cloth aside on a small table beside his chair, crossing his legs as he leaned back, letting out a deep breath.

"Purple?"

"Yes, purple. The colour of nobility and power, a colour I found fitting for my previous masters...If you could call them that; a colour that I would cast upon myself and wear, but not with pride" He explained, his eyes flashing with the very colour he spoke of, making the woman open her mouth in amazement as she leaned in slightly, the pendant on his chest shifting to be a still purple amulet, like when she had first seen him.

"Woah," her eyes widened in curiosity as she stared into those purple irises before he blinked again, and it was back to the pale blue she had grown accustomed to, "So then...blue? Why'd you choose that?"

"Well, blue is the colour of fidelity and loyalty, but mostly, it is my natural eye colour," He leaned back in his chair lifting a hand to tap against the pendant, which had returned to normal...if one could call this normal, that is.

Before any words could leave her mouth, a sharp knock echoed through the halls, reaching the room they were in. They had both turned their heads to the direction of the noise, before looking back at each other, her eyes, despite her head being turned, remained in the direction of the noise.

Another knock. 

This time, the angel had gotten up to check who it could have been at such a late time, practically midnight. It wasn't an urgent knock, but rather, a solid, firm knock. This couldn't have been a mistake.

The woman herself stayed in the chair, staring into the embers of the fire as she waited, intertwining her fingers and crossing her legs as her ears kept alert, constantly listening in for any irregularities in her angel's steps, listening until his steps eventually came to a standstill, and her ears picked up the slight creak of the front door.

There was some speaking. Muffled, but it was another male voice. She was sure of it. 

The footsteps continued, getting louder as they approached her. This time, of course, another pair accompanied her butler.

She kept her eyes on the glowing embers, waiting with curiosity that stirred within her. Anticipation filled her of what it could be, an odd person to knock on her door in the midst of the night?

"My Lady," Ash spoke up,

Keeping her eyes on the embers, she felt the piercing stare and could tell it from anywhere.

"The Phantomhive butler, here with a request," 

She had turned to look at the person who had just walked through, the familiar butler clad in black, small specks of snow atop his head, slowly melting in the warm room.

"Sebastian...What a surprise! What brings you to my humble abode, hm?" She crossed her legs, smiling a the demon who simply chuckled as she gestured for him to take a seat where the angel once sat, while the angel in question was behind her, preparing some tea, she chuckled hearing him audibly inhale sharply. And though he wouldn't admit it- jealousy flowed through his veins as he watched his master act friendly with another butler; a demon, nonetheless. 

Yes he knew there was nothing he could do with her fate intertwined with their's, he was aware that he was a mere spectator on this story as much as he'd like to be more. And it was bound that she would eventually be close with the demon as she had grown to him the past month and more,

"Well, this is more a request from the servants of the manor in general, rather than me, but they would like to host a small surprise for-"

"Ciel's 13th birthday?" Sebastian paused at her interjection, but was visibly surprised, pleasantly surprised as he then let a smile slip, the woman chuckled at his reaction and watched from the corner of her eye as Ash placed a cup of tea on the tray where Sebastian was, picking up the needle and cloth from the tray after putting the cup down. 

"There is no need for such hospitality, I am a mere butler just like you," Sebastian smirked up at Ash, of course they both knew what the other was, and teasing was in his nature.

"Tch...My lady insists since you are our guest. And we are not the same." Ash sneered, but he was careful not to grip onto the fabric he was holding.

[Name] watched the interaction unfold, covering her mouth to muffle her laughs as she gained her composure again, coughing into her hand. With Sebastian's attention again she continued,
"What were you saying, Sebastian?"

"Ah, yes, apologies. The servants claim that they'd like you to be there and assist in planning for the Lord's little surprise," He explained, watching as the woman opposite him tilted her head in confusion.

"Me? The servants don't even know me," [Name] questions, the most interaction she had was with the little lord himself, not even having gone to the Phantomhive manor before, so why were the servants who had never seen her before wanting her to assist in this surprise?

"Well, rather you haven't seen them, but our gardener caught glimpse of you when you had visited the townhouse, and I was regretfully bombarded with questions once the servants saw me again. I told them the simple truth, that you were the young lord's colleague of sorts, and now they have insisted on me inviting you." He shook his head, "but of course I would've refused if it doesn't benefit the young master as well," 

"Then, I'll be glad to assist,"