Francis and Asra
"I don't like that Sebastian," was the first thing Asra said when the door to the Phantomhive Manor shut behind them. The huge, black panther daemon padded evenly at Francis' side, not bothering to lower his voice.
"He makes me uneasy," he continued darkly, "Did you see the way he watched us? Me, Eramun, Eimear, and Amista. But especially Kamalani. He tracked us constantly."
For some reason, the thought sent a chill up Francis' spine, and she looked down to meet her daemon's bright amber eyes.
"I agree," she said slowly, "but Ciel insists on depending on him. I did notice, though, that Kamalani watches that butler just as closely. When he's in the room, she never looks elsewhere."
Beside her, Asra's dark fur caught a patch of sun, and she could see the darker black spots in his coat as his fur rippled over his shoulders.
"We'll have to watch him just at closely," the daemon growled, turning his large head to look at Edward and Elizabeth as her children walked ahead of them with Alexis. Lizzie's Eramun fluttered about as a hummingbird above Edward's Eimear, her son's recently settled serval daemon tolerating the creature with good temper.
"We will," she agreed, before Alexis' gray wolfdog daemon trotted over to Asra's other side. She bumped their shoulders together and spoke loud enough for both woman and daemon to hear:
"Alexis wants to know if we can stop at a confectionery; lift the childrens' spirits. Ciel looked so thin, and unwell, and Eramun is changing shapes by the minute." The three looked over to see Eramun now pacing about Lizzie's feet as a fox, and Francis sighed.
"Very well," said Asra, "but don't expect to get as many sweets as last time. We won't be tolerating another incident like that one."
Amista bounced on her paws, her tail wagging, and Asra gently butted his head against hers. Francis's hand trailed down to brush the tips of the wolfdog's perked ears with her fingers, and Amista grinned up at her, tongue lolling out between her fangs. Then Francis and Asra watched as the daemon bounded back to her husband's side, and Alexis' face lit up in a grin to match.
"We can't allow ourselves to let our guard down," Asra whispered, and Francis's fingers clenched.
"I know," she said, "There's something going on between Ciel and his butler, and we can't afford to miss it. Not when it will affect them."
At her side, walking steadily, her daemon hummed in agreement.
A/N:
DAEMONS:
Kamalani: rCiel's daemon
Noelani: oCiel's daemon
Eramun: Lizzie's
Asra: Francis'
Eimear: Edward's
Amista: Alexis'