{After being drenched in holy water, there is temporarily no need for warnings!♪('ε｀ ) ｝
Ever since Rita told me about some sacrifice event in the winter, I've been having nightmares about waking up being tied up and gruesomely roasted over a campfire as Rita, Eloy, and Vincent dance around my burning corpse. It's not so pleasant, I must admit.
As the creative person I am, the dreams differ in a great variety of ways, despite the content continuing to remain about being cooked to death, which isn't necessarily needed—I mean, it's awful to dream about a small, cute bird shedding its skin and turning into a horned, red devil, then of course grilling you with a metal tong, no?
Although I refuse to admit it, I am really scared—It's almost to the point I'd agree to Vincent's request to share a bed, but I constantly have a mental image of him with a fork and knife, drooling proudly after such repetitive dreams. Is this perhaps a bad omen...? I shouldn't jinx myself! ( ；'Д｀)
And, without even realizing it, I'd increase my guard in the Suthier estate.
Especially around my, not needed, alarm clock.
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I slept until the afternoon, undisturbed, as my alarm hadn't awoken me. The sun sent gentle kisses against my skin, and a nonexistent rain poured out whispers of a prophet; a bad future, I concluded.
I peeled off the soft quilt and found myself attracted to the french bow window that stuck out of the estate with a comfy cushion and some pillows. I sat down, languid.
The room I had moved into due to Enosis's reluctance to leave was decorated in baby blue. On most days, I found it more relaxing than the pale green, which was better suited for spring, but on this particular day, I found it uncomfortable. It gave me this indescribable homesick feeling that I had never felt since I died. I still wonder how much of an influence Lilius had on me.
That was however, only the beginning of the abnormalities of today.
Vincent hadn't come to bother me, and Enosis had disappeared mysteriously. I found myself worried.
'They are crazy male leads--God's chosen one. What could ever happen to them?'
I had to remind myself. I did not even bother to apprehend the origin of my worry nor when I became concerned about them. I just knew I couldn't sit still, like I am now.
-Knock! Knock!
Disrupting my chaotic thoughts was the sound of a hand knocking onto wood. I shifted my gaze from the snow, which had gone up an inch since yesterday's record of a centimeter.
With a moment of hesitation that appeared on my face, I managed to say, "Come in."
Rita came in with porridge and a freshly cut apple, completely skinned, something I thought I would never have the luxury of. The previous me, who used tea bags twice in hopes of acting sparingly with money, was different now.
Rita placed the light meal on a table she personally put in front of me so I could eat from the windowsill, thoughtfully. Although I had seen her work multiple times, I am continued to be amazed. She persistent, neat and elegant. She has smart hazel eyes, a charming smile and professionalism. I was completely drawn to her expressions and features, something I hadn't paid attention to because of my own clouded thoughts, but Rita is really amazing.
"Why are you my maid?" I choked on my own words—my thoughts, once again, slipped through my mouth, I was almost certain they weren't as slippery in my previous life.
Her movements stop temporarily however in little time does she resume my preparations, "Young master Lilius, I am honored to serve you." Rita didn't give me the answer I was asking for. To be honest, I did have some expectations however, I didn't like to get into other's business so I merely nodded in understanding, while stealing a piece of cut apple before she finished preparing. Consider it redemption for the lacking information.
She smiled, probably aware of my thoughts. I felt slightly complicated, but ignored it nonetheless as currently I had forgotten about Vincent and Enosis. It was better not to worry.
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Small theatre
Author: oh hello there! I'm just grilling some naughty grammar mistakes! Want to try one?
Lilius hiding behind a pillar: it's a bad omen! A bad omen, I say! 'д' ;
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Oho! You mischievous little grammar mistake! It looks like I'm going to have to put you in line, hehe! ^ ^
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The 3rd son of the Marquis is crazy!
خيال (فانتازيا)I am- "Lilius Suthier!" The announcer announced, and everyone's gaze was drawn to the hall's doors, not because the name holds power, but instead they were curious to whom would have the audacity to be announced after the royal family. "Hahaha!"...
