ೃ⁀➷𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴(𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥)

Chapter 33-Mask

"Thank you Brahms, um may I try your mask?" The room fell silent and I feared I had crossed a line. I took a breath in as he opened his mouth to speak, afraid of what could happen.

"Of course you can Y/N. I mean if you are to be my friend and hopefully mine, I got to tell you the truth and I trust you darling." My goodness his accent with that word made me want to pick him that instant but I pulled out of my admiration for deep accents. Those thoughts made me completely skip over the fact he wanted me to be his.

"Really?" He nods and walks up to be, calmly. His taller body makes me reach to his chin and I look up to see him happily smiling down at me. He raises the hand holding the mask and wordlessly asks for permission to put it on me.

He sees to hesitation from my end and proceeds to use his other hand to stretch the band out before placing the mask on my face. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if I was the one made of porcine glass and not the mask. He gently released the strap so that it rest around the middle of my head and over my ears. I opened my eyes after realizing that I had closed them, taking in what I saw and felt

The hole of the mask where big enough that I could see perfectly fine when looking straight but when glancing to the sides the edge of the mask would obstruct the view. The mask had no mouth hole but two on the nose for breathing. It wasn't too tight and was actually quite comfortable though I could see it getting hot after a while since the mouth was covered. I turned my head and body to face Brahms to see that he was smiling down at me with pride.

"You look stunning in it darling. An absolute gem." You could tell he was raised to be a gentleman, a true British boy through and through. Thinking of that I wonder if he has a teatime.

"Thank you. Could you help me take it off, I wouldn't want to break it."

"Of course but  because I wouldn't want it to cut and injure your gorgeous face ." I blushed, glad to have the mask as he complimented me. I waited patiently as he removed it and placed it back on the table by the door. I watched his moments, noticing how silent and graceful his steps where which was probably from living in the walls and not wanting to disturb his parents with any noise.

"Would you like to get settled in before tea?" Yup he does like tea, fortunately so do I.

"Yes please." He nods and grabs my suitcase for me, picking it up completely and carrying it up the stairs. I followed him in silence, marveling at the art and woodwork of the old home and the grandness of it. Soon enough we reached a bedroom door and he swung it open, allowing me to walk in first.

I was in awe. The room had the homey feeling of an old building and the modern touches of society all in one. The colours where manly light, allowing the dark wood that matched the rest of the house to pop. The bed looked to be made for royalty and the windows allowed for the warm rays of the sun to pour into the room in a large quantity due to their size.

"The master. This is the master bedroom that not even my parents would enter, stating that it was too beautiful to use. However you deserve so much more than this room for your beauty outshine it to the moon and back. I hope you find it fitting." Brahms puts my stuff on a cute little sofa in the room, turning around to see me gawking at the room still.

"This is absolutely amazing Brahms I don't think I could sleep here. This probably costs more than my house."

"Nonsense darling or course you can, my room is right across from yours. The bathroom is over there and there is a balcony extending from that door with access to the gardens from a grand staircase. I thought you'd be one for strolls there."

"Thank you Brahms. Here I'll unpack later, how about that tea?"