Grey played it over and over in his mind, the thought hadn't left him. It curled on his lips, what better than doing this? It was perfect, like killing two bird with one stone or taking two buildings down. Once he presented it to the Queen there was no doubt she'd be delighted to hear and give her full blessing, upon hearing such news. With her support behind him, he'll be able to do it, and there was nothing that neither of them could. Grey knew how loyal her dog was to her and he'd..have to submit. As for the other half, he wouldn't be surprised if they refused.
Stubbornly planting their heels in, refusing to move.
Which was fine, he'd have a way to get them to submit too. He told them once and the way their eyes widen and filled with fear was enough to tell him he held some sort of control. They wouldn't that to...well happen. They'd do anything to protect what they held dear, even if Grey wasn't that fond of them or they with him. When ever they got a chance when he came around, would stick their tongue out. They loved Phipps just not him. Which he could live with. They weren't his target, only the eldest one.
That's whom he wanted to catch, they were of age to do so anyway. That fierceness he had to admit to himself, enjoyed. That harden stubbornness in their eyes. Was rather enticing. He'd be lying if he said other wise.
Readying himself, he would present this to the Queen and he knew she'd be so pleased to hear.
Just as he would.
Back at Weston, the same couldn't be said for...Ciel. You couldn't believe it and all you could do was just...stand there and listen. Not watch as your eyes adverted to the floor, listened to Ciel be affronted by Clayton one of the Fags for arriving late, to add icing on the cake...Edward who angrily approached Ciel yelled at him. Clearly embarrassed and hurt, betrayed by the words of affirmation he gave about Ciel. Which was understandable...but there was no need to discredit the young boy. A part of you wanted to spring from where you stood and dose the flames. To clear it all up, for them both.
Explain that Ciel was given the wrong time to arrive, you had gone to inform only to be told that the message was delivered to him, by who? You weren't sure, but the moment your eyes lifted for a second spotted a pleased gleam in the eyes of the pretty and refined young man, Edger's Fag, Maurice. Upon Ciel, it didn't go noticed by the others, but you saw it and the edge of his lips curl in a slight cruel way. That ran a hot shiver across your skin. Nearly took a step forward if you didn't feel Ciel's eye whip at you to stop, and Maurice's eyes move in your direction. You would have marched right over to him, grabbed him by the collar and...and...let's just say that pretty face of his would become abstract art.
And not the good kind either.
Then again...if you did you'd be discovered and everything would be blown. You couldn't let that happen...not if you wanted to find a way back into his good grace, get him to look at you as he did once before. For it to be warm instead of cold...distant cold between you and him. You'd do what was required of you to do.
So, you didn't react and remained back and calm. Despite the heated trembling all throughout your body. Itching for Maurice.
Drew a deep breath, raise a foot and stomp hard. Crack the floor of the Violet House a bit. Yelp softly at what you did, panic, this wasn't good...you didn't mean too...you well...thinking quickly, spot a rug get it and cover the small dent in the floor hoping no one would notice, just as you didn't notice a figure rise behind. Reach out and...flick you in the cheek.
You jumped.
"Hey!" Cheslock spoke, wonderful...him. He flicked you again since you didn't respond, this time in the forehead when you turned around. "Didn't you hear me calling you?"
Rubbing your forehead, growl softly at him. "No, I did not. M-My apologizes." you growl. Eyes and all.
Earned you another flick from him. "Don't give me that look." He barked a little. "I swear some times your such a dud." That word again, was it his favorite? He'd come to use it quite a lot with you. "Did you finish your work?" He glanced around before you could say anything, sighed and shook his head. Mutter the next part to himself. "Honestly, don't know why Violet wants you here, the old lady was better. Any who," he directed back to you. "you're done for today." Folded his arms. Thumbed over his shoulder. "Violet wants you out, so you better start heading back an-"
"Cheslock," Violet presented himself. Hushed his Fag. Walked over, Cheslock moved over. Mumbling. "stop it." He turned his eyes to you. "You can go, there's nothing else you need to do. It's getting late."
It was? You turn the clock and read it, he was right, it was becoming late. You needed to get back and...hopefully check on Ciel. Put on a smile to Violet, one that colored his cheeks a little, you didn't notice and bow to him. "I shall. Thank you. Please," you step forward a bit, he remained frozen, even as you leaned in a bit. "if you need any further assistance. I do not mind helping. It was a pleasure to get to know you, sir. Have a lovely evening." Turn to Cheslock, force the smile to stay despite it wanting to frown. "You as well."
"Dud.." Cheslock whispered to the side. Rolled his eyes.
Still with your smile on, turn and leave. Yelling back a thank you to Violet for the wonderful drawing. He and Cheslock stood there and watched you leave. Even a few seconds after, Violet did.
Finally, done and free. The sun was almost gone, light would be gone and night would come. You needed to hurry back, scratch that, you needed to hurry to Ciel. Recalling the direction the Blue House was in head in that direction. Though stop, you needed some reason to go...another thought crossed your mind, one that flared with anger.
Maurice.
That boy, how wrong he did Ciel. It hadn't shaken from you, despite the coolness of the settling day air, he was sneakiness was wrongful and deceitful. No wonder you felt your skin crawl in disgust when you heard him speak at the Gazebo. If only Ciel had listen to you, instead. Than maybe none of this, you look up at the shades of blue slowly covering the melting oranges and yellows, none of this would have happened. Ciel would have arrived on time and impress the P4s, if he just would have heard you out, but...your lip trembled. He wasn't going to hear you anymore. He didn't want too.
Still, your thoughts return back on Maurice, that Fag by title, needed to face something. If just could have lunged at him...if not for these restraints that held you back, then you'd be able to exact your own justice. Oh, how you wanted to desperately do something...anything to him. Find out his reason for such a mistreatment of another, highly doubt it would be good, but...maybe, you give it a thought, maybe you could talk with the Perfect of Maurice. Then perhaps you could shed some sort of light, then again...if you did he'd wonder why you knew the actual time. Lying wouldn't work, though you could say that Cheslock talked about it with Violet, in some way that was true.
But, you were merely right now a maid. So, the chances of that happening where zero to none. And then if you did then it would get to Ciel and this whole thing would be blown away.
"Yet," you muse still staring at the sky. "I have to find some way to show Ciel's innocence, that Maurice was deceptive in all accounts. Not Ciel, he'd never..."your words began trailing off. You didn't have the heart to finish the rest. Instead changed your mind back to what you were going to do before.
Head to the Blue House to see if Ciel was alright. But, you needed a reason to go, to be invited inside. A shutter ran down your spine, there was only way you could. A way you wish you didn't have to take, but what choice did you have?
Groaning, drag your feet towards the kitchen. Time for some more biscuits.
A knock came to the door of the Blue House, McMillian opened it, flushed completely red. At who stood there.
You smile at the young boy, hold up a tray with a plate of biscuits, and a nice cup of lavender milk. "Good evening, I hope I am not intruding at such a late hour, but I your Warden has requested a snack yet again. Would it be alright if I come in to deliver them?"
McMillian remained still, not a single word came from him other than a echoed stammer, and stiff nod. Stepped aside. Giving his a thankful nod walk in and up the stairs. Though stop for a moment, turn back around, walk to McMillian and hand him a biscuit. He took it and the light pat on the head you gave him. With a sweet smile turn back around and climb the stairs, head towards the Warden's room.
At least that's what it seem like, smiling at students of the house, made quite a few turn their fired faces away. Others turned heel and went back the way they came. Good, this was going to be easy, walking through the halls searching for Ciel's room or where he might be. It would be so much easier if you could..again. But, that wasn't working so using eyes and internal guess. Acting polite to those again who walked by, carefully kept your ears to the words of others. Hoping one of them might slip up and say Ciel's name.
But none of them did, you weren't sure how much longer you could keep walking around without others growing a curiosity why a maid was just mindlessly walking around their dorm. Though one student did.
He stepped outside his room, pushed his glasses up, in a projecting voice called you. "Excuse me!" Clayton voice locked your feet in place. You could his steps approach. So many thoughts shot through your mind on what to say or what you should. Trembled lightly along your body. Stopped with Clayton's presence. "Are you lost?"
What do you say?
"You've been walking around for quite some time," he kept going. Pushing up his glasses. "thirty minutes actually. So it has come to my conclusion you are therefore lost, and by the look of the tray you must be here to deliver something to someone. Do you happen to know who that might be?"
Not a single word came from you, except a hard swallow. Taking another moment, turn to him. Say the only name that came popped in your mind. It surprised Clayton as it did you.
It was growing late and no one from the Green House expected this, at lest not Edward. He didn't recall asking for a late snack, yet standing here before him that maid that Violet had with him at the Gazebo earlier today. The dark-haired young lady, who had rather familiar golden-yellow eyes. She seem to keep down and away from him, even now. As she stood before him, holding the tray of biscuits and a cup milk.
He wasn't sure what he should do next, telling her he hadn't requested this, would rude and being a gentleman he couldn't have that. After the poor girl was trembling softly, he noticed. The way she stood. Also, she came all the way over here to give this to him, having mistakenly gone to the Blue, so the least he could was accept.
"Thank you," he said taking the tray. Gave a slight bow of the head to you. "I shall make sure to enjoy such a treat."
Nothing came from you, except a simple bob of the head. Keeping your eyes down was the only idea you could think of, looking up directly at him...caused your cheeks to heat. Actually just standing here slowly started to turn them red, you could feel it. Despite how much you tired to push it down, it rose. Why did you think of his name? You shouldn't have, it shouldn't have been the first name that came to mind, yet...it was and for some reason it was alright. You smile softly to yourself from the feeling. A smile that quickly dropped when Edward held out a hand before you.
"Please," he said kindly. "lift your head."
You refuse with a head shake. Back away slightly. Give a small curtesy. "G-Goodnight sir." Turn and hurry away. Before he could say anything else, Edward remain where he stood, got a small whiff of a familiar scent the maid left behind.
It reminded him of Spring. It couldn't be...he pondered, there was absolutely no way she'd be here. That scent could be common with many, yet...her scent had a distinctive smell. He'd be able to know if she was present, even if she was just a few feet away. Edward would know. Looks to the tray, walked into his room set it on his desk. The biscuits he was familiar with, nearly everyone in school had them and couldn't stop talking about how delicious they where. He enjoyed them himself, the milk though..he wasn't sure what to make of it.
Picking up the cup gave it a small swirl and took a small sip. Gasped!
Honey and lavender! He stared at it, but...but how? This kind of drink was...it couldn't be! He took a few more sips, the taste was there...the creaminess too. The robustness of lavender and sweetness of honey all merged together into a drink that both warmed and settled him. Prickled a fondly smile on his lips. Only one person could do that, when they made something like this. May, he recalled made it once back when she and Harmony stayed with him and his family. It was on a day that his mother was out and his father.
Just him, May, Lizzy, and Harmony, along with Paula who attend to the girls. Watched the play in the yard, while he and May looked on, did she suddenly get this idea to make something. Something special, only she could make. She insisted on making it, despite his objections. Away to the kitchen she went and to work she went. He followed her stopped at the entrance, astound at how pleasantly she worked in the kitchen. She had this calm and light smile on her lips, her eyes hummed softly. Of course he shouldn't have been surprised but, he was, even as she worked she looked wonderful. He wasn't sure what it was, but next thing he knew found himself standing next to her in the kitchen. Sleeves rolled up, following her instructions.
And soon the drink was done, of course May did all the work. She poured him a cup as well some for the girls, and the moment he drank it...was beyond words. It was her own secret drink, one she made.
Which was why he wondered, how that maid managed to make May's lavender milk.
