A/N:
Hails: Eris Raslad is my best friend on Fanfiction. We were talking, and I admitted to her that I was obsessed with the new villain. *blushes* Jeez, he's hot. Then, shipping happened and HarmonyxMorro and SaraxRonin and ErisxKarloff and ArbitethxClouse, and yanno? I need to repay her and start working on my version of her story. Prisluga.
This is for you, Eris!
Summary: Eris and her mother lost a housekeeper recently, and her mother is hell-bent on hiring a new one. But they have to be perfect. She turned so many away though that what she got was less than perfect in her eyes, a peasant man from Pylonia named Karloff...but he is worth much more that she thinks, especially to Eris, our chaotic elemental master.
Eris Raslad
"Mother!" I exclaimed, snapping my very own parent out of a deep thinking session. After having lost that housekeeper, Eloise Raslad, my mother, had been dead set on finding a new one. After all, Miss Nami had quit, for obvious reasons. Perfection is perfection as my mother says, and Miss Nami was fed up with her constant nitpicking and fits about every single, little detail.
"Don't interrupt me when I'm thinking, Eris." My mother snapped. I wasn't really all that affected, she did that a lot.
"Well, I've been calling YOUR name for about five minutes." Okay, it was probably more like thirty seconds, but what young woman hasn't done that before? Exaggerated the time? "There is another man here for your job hiring."
"Bring him in then." I walked away, shaking my head and resisting the urge to say "but it doesn't really matter though, because you'll just shoot him down anyway like everyone else." Twelve others walked out of here in either tears or a huff of anger. Again, my mother was extremely nitpicky. Not like I could change that. I opened the huge, elegant doors to my mother's study, and left the room. I sighed something of relief, feeling calmer now that I wasn't around my mother. I find myself at peace more when there are no idiots walking my way. That particular idiot sometimes being my mother. Jeez.
I made my way through the pearly white, marble halls to another door that led to the foyer, where I lead the man in a few minutes earlier. He seemed nice enough, so I think he has a chance. I opened the doors and slid through, eying the man there. He was quite the muscled brute, and he was wearing armor like a soldier. A samurai helmet and square like spirals on his chest, and his face was covered with facial hair.
Well, okay then. Let's see if my mother turns down lucky number thirteen. The number of chaos.
Karloff Zhelezo
The woman before me has quite the curvy figure, hugged by a deep violet dress that hardly ran to above her knees. She looked rather uncomfortable in it, and there was a hidden fury about her that told me she wanted to burn it and throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. But, there was something about her that really offset me. It wasn't the choppy, short blonde hair, or the chimera eyes. One a brilliant green and one a chocolate brown. It was the skin. She had fair skin that went untouched by sun, but it also appeared tough. Like she was a fighter. Like she had been practicing some kind of martial art since she was just wee child.
"Well then, Karloff. My mother is willing to give you a shot. Let's see how she reacts." She said with a smile. Her accent was rich, and implied that like me, she was Russian.
"Karloff is happy. Karloff need this job." She smiled again, like she was happy in my presence.
"Let's go meet her." Miss Eris is quite nice. She opened the door for me, and lead me down a hall to a pair of huge, double doors. "Wait here a moment, Karloff." Eris knocked on the door and the voice of a middle aged woman called through the doors in a loud and assertive yet motherly kind of way.
"Come in!" She said. Eris opened the doors, and poked just her head through, while I resisted the urge to give the woman a look over.
"He's here." Eris said simply.
"Have him in." The woman said, I remember now from the flyer, as Eloise Raslad. Eris opened the door all the way and showed me in. By the look the elder woman had on her face, I thought maybe she was going to be sick. She resembled Eris in a way with her blonde hair and eyes the color of melted chocolate. This makes me believe that Eris must be Eloise's daughter. Miss Eloise's hair was short and simple, brushed down neatly to her shoulders, and simple bangs that hung slightly curled over her forehead. She wore a snow white dress that much like Miss Eris's was tight fitting, and ran to just above her knees, but instead of spaghetti straps, there were tight sleeves that went midway to her elbow. Around her neck was a sophisticated, rose quarts jewel necklace, and in the same shade were here strappy heels. The rest of her jewelry, the earrings and bracelet, et cetera, resembled the necklace.
The woman walked over to me and held out her hand, which I took in a firm squeeze.
"Karloff Zhelezo." I introduce.
"Eloise Raslad. Thank you for coming Mr. Zhelezo." Eloise said. "You seem like a skilled man. I'm surprised you aren't in the army or at least militia."
"Karloff must look after his family, he cannot leave to fight enemies." I explained.
"Fair enough." Eloise answered simply. "Why do you want to work for me?"
"Karloff and his sisters are poor. Karloff need this job."
"Well, give me a bit to think about it-" Miss Eloise was interrupted when her daughter scoffed and rolled her eyes. Then, Miss Eris pulled Miss Eloise away for a moment. I could hear faint murmuring and a small whispered argument.
"He's gold, mom. Lucky number thirteen. We're running out of time. We need this. You need this."
I could almost swear that Miss Eloise bit her lip, before turning around to face me.
"Alright, Mr. Zhelezo. You have the job." Tears welled up in my eyes at those words, and I couldn't help but wrap Miss Eloise in a hug. This was the best day of my life.
Eris Raslad
My mother's expression was priceless! Karloff definitely is a friendly guy. He just wrapped my mother in a hug! Oh, this will be way too interesting!