A good excuse to be a bad influence on you
The tempter sealing my fate
Devina gave the smallest snort of disgust as she heard the door open. She sat in the 'office', where she usually haunted. The office was simple. On one side of the room, away from the door, ere were two windows covered by black curtains. On the sides of the door, there were four book cases lined with various titles and ranges of books- from novels to poetry to childhood fantasies Father had read to her. Anyway. In the center of the room, there was a plain, wooden table with a small black cloth around the base and a light gray laid atop. Two large leather chairs of satin-red were on opposite sides, with a few individual, smaller chairs lining the empty space. On the outer rim of the room, where the shadows hid just about every object and detail, a few wooden chairs were placed. Just big enough for two small children- the two who had taken those spots. Oliver and Alton, the earlier of the two playing with a kitten doll and the other dozing off.
A regal woman stood in the shadows beside them, shielding herself from the sunlight. Her bleached, pale white skin stuck out from the darkness, but none of the children seemed disturbed. Her wrinkles, not from age but from simple worry, gouged out in her cheeks. Her eyes hung bags, from lack of sleep, and her eyes darted cautiously from object to object, as if they'd attack her any second now.
Devina sat in the leather chair closest to the window, her kness crossed. She had her right hand on the armrest, with her cheek against her knuckles. The other arm lay across the opposite armrest. Her own eyes slowly grazed each and every detail of the room, halting on large objects to try and locate exact, defined purposes and impairment.
"...Are these our guests, Sereena ? They better be." She growled under her breath, mouth curving into a deeper frown.
Sebastian quietly opened the door for his young master, eyes half-lidded as they searched for anything that threatened the two. He cast a quiet gaze into room- he could see the young, silver-haired mistress, even in the darkness, sitting with a bored expression. Sebastian let out his own quiet snort as he heard her do the same, repulsed by the idea of the young lady doing so.
Now.
Sebastian may not be human, and not exactally an expert on the...feminine species, but he certainly did not expect a lady of such high ranking to snort like a wild animal when the door opened. And certainly did not expect for her to growl at her butler- the butler !
The female and he himself had made the original plan. The original deal. Sure, it took some cooperation from that....woman in the corner by the two children, who were oddly quiet for their age. Sebastian didn't even notice the two toddlers until he looked closely at the shadows.
He pushed the thoughts away. What an odd family to join into.
Oh well.
No ones perfect.
Devina Cobalt.//. Heiress to the Cobalt industry
Sebastian Micheals.//. The man who is simply one hell of a butler