【𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

23

A distant smell wafted through the air, the dark room cold as small amounts of light peeked through the curtains which occasionally blew back into the room from the chilly wind that was allowed in from the open windows. The smell was a faint aroma, not too strong. Most likely, it will be from an open window in the kitchen under the room.

Not too far from the window, the bed, with white sheets thrown to the side and crinkled, a pillow on the carpet floor. Her legs swung over the bed, pressed onto the floor, her white nightgown over her knees, and her hands folded on her thighs, all the while she stared forward towards the open window. Despite the frigid wind of the bitter winter, her figure didn't seem to shake or make any twitches that may have indicated how the boreal wind nipped at her exposed skin. 

Standing up, she took steady steps towards the window, pushing back the curtains, she breathed in deeply the crisp air, white specks still falling from the sky, occasionally blowing into the inviting room. The sky was not pitch black like at midnight, nor was it bright as day, but it was almost dawn, the sun had yet to rise through the thick clouds, but nevertheless it was bright enough to see.

The chilling breeze blew through her hair as she stared into the distance, and then she set her gaze down, leaning low to the point that half her body was practically hanging over the ledge. Her eyes set on the kitchen window, where there was a warm light that managed to break through the cold fog of the morning, and the other open window, where the steam from whatever was cooking blew out and upwards.

Again she seemed to be unaffected by the weather, even with so few layers on.

A voice made itself known to her, cutting through the ambience, "If you'd like to join me, you may,"

Her breathed hitched momentarily, lips parted as she watched a head poke out from the open window below, a mop of raven black hair and dark eyes looking up at her "I'd much rather that than risk you fall out the window trying to peek at what I'm doing," his sarcastic remark made a chuckle escape her lips as she pushed back the hair from her face to look clearly at the butler, the other hand still holding onto the ledge.

"You'd catch me either way, it's that or a complaint from the earl", she laughed before dipping her head and body back inside, pulling the windows shut while she was at that, as she quickly got dressed in a reasonable manner and made her way down into the kitchen.

Sebastian, after watching her dip back inside her room, retracted his head back into the kitchen, where it was rather warm, not that he cared much about the temperature either way. He couldn't help but smirk at her antics, carelessly swinging herself over the ledge from the second story of the townhouse, in such little clothes in weather like this, no less...what is she thinking, she'll get herself ill. And without her butler, who else but he could take care of her? surely not the reckless servants,

He'd much rather she be warm, here, where the cold shan't reach, and safe, not putting herself in such situations, here of course, with him. 

But Sebastian Michaelis wouldn't admit that ever. Not even to himself,

If he ever did it might as well be the day he'd actually beg, never to happen.

What sort of powerful demon finds himself caring about such a silly thing?

With his sleeves rolled up and an open cookbook,  it was surely an interesting sight to see for [Name], who walked into such a display of the demon meticulously following the instructions word for word. She had peeked her head over his shoulder on her tip-toes, having changed into her usual clothes for the day but with fewer layers, her blouse not fully buttoned and her own sleeves also rolled up as she eyed the curry powder before glancing over at Sebastian.