Amor Fati

Dear Foolishness

Some occurrences open your eyes and you start to see things differently...

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«Don't you dare die on me! »

In that big dismal room Elena looked at Grey's maid lying on the bed motionless and pale like a granite statue. "What a miserable existence... what sad fate brought you to this mansion?" she thought to herself, unbuttoning the unconscious maid's outfit. «You said tomorrow is your little brother's birthday, right? if you died today, do you know how deep will that scar him? fight! stupid felicity bubble! » Elena said, discarding the wet clothes right when she felt something oddly hard in the skirt's folds, sliding her hand in a hidden pocket, she took out a golden ring. She looked at it and sighed, «I was going to forgive you for stealing this from my jewellery box earlier but I changed my mind, when you wake up I'll punish you so hard that you won't lay a finger on other people's belongings ever again! » She added struggling to lift Rosette's upper body to redress her.

«How about we start by making you lose some weight? »

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«The balance scale in the brown cupboard is the most accurate, I used it this morning, » the Lionton's butler said while crushing the red and black beans on the cleansed marble counter.

Sebastian brought out the scale and placed some sterile paper over one of its pans, before to put the beans powder on it while Kyle looked for some kitchen utensils they could use to distil the water.

«Keep it neat, it will all go to waste if the remedy isn't properly aseptic, » the red head added, inspecting some glassware he found on the shelves for any possible cracks or scratches.

«I always keep it neat and as far as I remember I was told to collaborate and not work under your command. » Sebastian scoffed, not taking his eyes off the balance while adding weights on the free pan.

«Nina couldn't have been more right calling you Mr Stiff. »

«Nina? » Sabastian uttered in disgust. «Calling the tailor by her first name... you truly are a pathetic excuse for a butler. »

«And you take this butler game a bit too seriously for a starving demon, » Kyle retorted.

«It's no surprise for someone with unrefined tastes like you to be completely ignorant to how to prepare a first rate meal, » Sebastian said right before his eyes flashed crimson red. «For once I found the perfect ingredient and I have no intention of spoiling it. »

«Perfect ingredient? that brat? » Kyle scoffed, shaking his head. «Talk about different tastes.»

Sebastian listened then grinned. «I won't say I'm displeased with our different tastes, no, rather, it's very convenient... please do suit yourself. »

Kyle had his eyes roaming over the shelves while his hands worked on cleaning the glassware, until the sugar and salt jars placed next to each other caught his attention. «Come to think of it, my mistress and your master are pretty much like sugar and salt. »

«Sugar and salt? » Sebastian, putting the water to boil, lifted a questioning eyebrow.

«They look alike on the surface but deep inside they are very different. »

«Indeed...they may have been through similar trials but that made the differences between them only grow bigger. Speaking of which, I heard your mistress wasn't the one that summoned you but rather, it was you who went after her, » Sebastian said, a mocking smirk playing on his thin lips.

«And who told you of such thing?»

«Oh, just a little bird. » Sebastian grinned with closed eyes.