defying reason - kuroshitsuji

The Duchess | Happenings of the household // DRAFT 1

『６：００』

In the outer forest of London town, sits a house, an estate. A charming old manor that still retains a modern touch due to the worthy staff.

The Whitely property is quiet, almost too quiet, and all is calm. Servants and the master alike are resting in their beds five minutes away from awakening.

All but one.

He lurked through the hallways, silent taps of his polished shoes rubbing against the red plush carpeting of the gigantic estate.

Candelabra curled between his slender gloved fingers, lighting the dark hallway in place of the almost risen sun. He glided down the hallway magically. The tails of his charcoal coloured coat brushed against the back of his long and thin calves.

Uniform immaculate, incomparable to the white bangs sloping sloppily across his forehead, framing his spiderlily orbs, sitting in a pool of stark ivory, that gave a pop of colour. They stared into the darkness ahead, unwavering, he knew his destination.

『Ｃｈａｒｌｅｓ
Ｆｏｗｌｅｒ,
Ｈｅａｄ Ｂｕｔｌｅｒ
ｏｆ ｔｈｅ
Ｗｈｉｔｅｌｙ
Ｅｓｔａｔｅ』

Loyal servant to his mistress, whose door he stood in front of.

He knocked his free fist against the door and cooed. "Rise and shine mistress, please be awake by the time I return."

"Ugh!" He smiled at the groan emitting from the other side of the door, knowing that his mistress had fully well heard him but would choose to go back to sleep anyway.

He knocked once again, more forcefully this time.

He immediately received numerous barks in response, probably from the seven dogs that slept in her room, completely loyal to their master and not so fond of her butler.

Their paws rattled against the locked oak door shaking it violently due to the sheer size of each canine.

However, the relentless scratching on the opposite side of the door fell on deaf ears. As he walked down the hall, soon arriving at the servants quarters.

His feet aligned as he stood in front of a door, the insides unknown due to the heavily soundproofed interior of the entrance and walls surrounding the place.

The mistress had requested this be inputted for the sake of her own sanity, innocence, and the chastity of some of her other servants.

He knocked. No answer.

Charles attempted to open the door, only to find it once again locked. Casually, he twisted  the door handle and broke the lock in it's place. His closed eyed, grinning face appeared to both of the boys, who appeared to be in the midst of something lewd and immoral.

『Ｅｓｔｅｒ
ａｎｄ
Ａｓｔｅｒ
Ｄ ｏｎａｇｈｕｅ，
ｔｗｉｎ
ｈｏｕｓｅｋｅｅｐｅｒｓ
ｏｆ ｔｈｅ
Ｗｈｉｔｅｌｙ
Ｅｓｔａｔｅ』

"Good morning, Ester, Aster."

Limbs entangled, barely robed, hair tousled and slick with sweat, one twin looming over the other with his hands in southern places. It was quite obvious what the Donaghue twins had been up to for the past hour or so.

"It was just getting good too." Aster sighed and tumbled left next to his brother, pouting childishly.

"Why does that grumpy old fart have to ruin all our fun." Ester sighed and ran a hand through his slick brown locks. His green eyes cast downwards to his exhausted twin, the spitting image of himself. "we only woke up an hour ago."