Charity decided to avoid Sebastian even more after that failed English lesson. It wasn't that he did anything wrong, but he more than likely found her to be rather stupid for not catching on as quickly as expected. Even so, Charity worked very hard. She always did her chores in an accurate and timely manner, doing everything that was asked of her. She couldn't wait to make the little boy smile. She had no idea of how unlikely that was, but her hope was always eternal.
The weather was hot. One of those days in which the air felt like an uncomfortable film on the skin.
"Miss Abel, I told you more than enough times how to sweep. You look like a complete imbecile when you sweep like that." Sebastian came up behind her, causing her to jump in fear.
"My sweeping-is fine." She realized that her English was getting a little better. She even felt confident to finish her sentence with a playful smile, the smile like a child who had lied to a parent. This only added to Sebastian's anger. Sebastian was on the verge of snapping at the angel, but that would only ruin his butler persona. Not even a friviolous angel would ruin his contract with Ciel Phantomhive.
"You've got quite the mouth on you. I would avoid such harsh language. That isn't very lady like."
Charity thick brows furrowed in frustration, deeply trying to understand.
"Do you ever have-nice thing to say?" Charity spoke in broken English, but then flashed a proud smile. She seemed so childishly proud of herself for one measly sentence.
"Nice? I know nothing of the concept of kindness. My job is to be an unbreakable servant for the young master. My kind doesn't have the concept of feeling, as that only gets in my way. Your kind is uneffective in that right, Miss Abel."
Angels. What pathetic creatures in his mind. Especially Miss Abel, who expressed so little knowledge of the world, who smiled at the irrevelevant.
They let their feelings get in the way of signifigant work.
"You are missing out." She glanced at him, mostly because she was curious to see a demon up close. Physically, he was a lot taller than herself. He had an wind of maturity that Charity had yet to find, even considering the fact that she was an adult.
Then was the crash.
Charity had heard the crash from inside the house, and her face visably changed. Her olive skin changed to a pale white, her small body almost caving in on itself. Sebastian raised an
eyebrow at the sight. Charity wasn't even sure what was happening to her. The sound was nothing more than the sound of Baldroy's misadventures, but it troubled her deeply. Was she disturbed by loud noises? Why?
"Miss Abel, are you well?" Sebastian asked. He wished he could say he was considered. Perhaps if he had feelings, he would feel concerned.
She could hardly speak, immobilized by fear. It was as if anxiety had taken over her whole body. Sebastian worried she might keel over if he didn't do anything soon.
Charity woke up in the infirmary. She was very confused at the time, but she recalled the events leading up to the event.
"I assume you you have some kind of hysterical issue, Miss Abel. You fainted in our gardens." Sebastian didn't make any kind of expression, but placed his cold hands on her forehead to check to see if she was feverish. She was warm skinned, but no fever.
"That is what the healers have said." Charity managed, to tired to move.
"Miss Abel, you're more trouble than you are worth. But I respect your honesty."
