Her Demon, His Demon, and the Story of Us - A Black Butler Fanfic

London

"G'morning," the farmer greeted as I walked into the kitchen the next morning, bag and jacket in tow. I smiled politely before sitting down at the table, hands folded in my lap.

"Sleep well?" he asked and I nodded, "That's good. Go ahead and eat something."

I nodded reached out, grabbing the loaf of bread sitting in the middle of the table. It was freshly baked, still warm to the touch, with a crisp crust and soft inside. I hummed as I broke it apart, watching it tear with satisfaction before setting one half down on my plate. Then, after returning the other half to the middle of the table, I reached into my bag to pull out my jar of honey. 

"Is that honey?" The old man asked, pointing at the jar. I nodded. "Mind if I try it?" I nodded again, holding the jar out to him. He grabbed the other half-loaf and a knife, dipping the knife into the jar of honey and spreading it across the top of the loaf. I watched on as he took a bite, tasting the honey for a few moments before grunting and nodding his head.

"Did you get this in London?" I thought for a moment and nodded. He shrugged, "Is it old?"

I shook my head and took up the knife and jar, spreading some honey across a piece of the wheat loaf in front of me. I hummed again before lifting the bread up to my mouth. The sickeningly-sweet scent of honey drifted up my nostrils and I eagerly took a bite. There was nothing better than bread and honey in the whole universe, mmm...

"Yeah, just baked that this morning while you slept," he said, "Nothing like fresh bread."

We ate in silence for a few minutes, each taking our turns with the knife and jar as our loaves gradually disappeared into our stomachs. When finished, I turned to look out a window to see the weather for the day. It was still overcast, but at least it wasn't raining. Hallelujah.

"Do you have something waiting for you in London?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"Work?"

I lifted my hand, wiggling it back and forth.

"You're looking to find work?"

I nodded, picking up the mug in front of me to drink some water.

"I see," he said, "I'm sure you'll find something."

I smiled, nodding again. My neck hurts.

"Would you like a ride?"

I looked up at him, cocking my head to the side.

"My neighbor is heading there today to sell some of his crop. I thought it'd be easier for you to catch a ride on his cart rather than walk all the way there."

I thought for a moment. It'd certainly be nice. Walking from here to London would normally take a day by myself. By cart, it was only and hour or two.

I nodded.

"Good," he said, "I was hoping you would. I'd hate to see a nice girl like you getting hurt or getting robbed when traveling alone." I smiled kindly at him, thanking him for his concern.

"Let's wrap up here and head on over there then," He went to grab his bowl, but I snatched it before him, placing it in front of me. He blinked, surprised by my sudden action, and watched as I placed the rest of the silverware and mugs from off the table and piled them into the bowl, making sure that the honey knife didn't touch my sleeves or dress. He then laughed. It was deep and hearty.