Oh Goodness caught up in the majesty of writing this story that I totally forgot to say non of these wonderful characters belong to me.
I have not read/watched Pandora hearts in quite a time except for the newer chapters. Forgive me if the timeline is mixed about slightly, or characters are unaware of certain aspects. Its beneficial to the storyline this way, and I intend it so.
Hope you enjoy! =)
He was in love with me. I knew it. And he knew it. It was not vanity that possesses me, but sheer understanding. I had first arrived with flowers, rose to be introduced to him, curtseyed as grandmother had told me, and spoke softly answering his quires. His eyes twinkled as he spoke back, he stumbled over words and his flattery was insanely obvious to me. Nevertheless I do report he was rather handsome for his age, and I felt it necessary to inform him of my families added support.
The journey back to the manor was tedious.
I rode in a carriage alone with Break, Tired and not very willing to speak unless necessary. He had escorted me to the Bezarius Manor, as he did everywhere, under order of my mother. However it was to my benefit that I spoke to him about Oz at this particular time.
"Oscar Bezarius. How do you see him?" I asked gazing uninterestedly out of the carriage window. It was rather dark and I had nothing to focus my eyes upon except the lone little cottages along the way.
It was silent for a few seconds.
"Lets seee…" He sighed, I was expecting an insult of some kind. Such in Breaks playful nature. "He's the kind of boy milady adores. I think the both of you matches perfectttttly"
"Just what are you talking about!" I replied heatedly, I thought this conversation had ended earlier.
I looked at him flushed, as he returned the look by glancing up at me under his hair without speech. He flashing his pearly whites quite irritably. I coughed in embarrassment.
"Considering the fact that he's a member of the Bezarius family, I'm sure he will come to us sooner or later. I hope that we can maintain a close relationship with him, well perhaps not me, but you at least" I frowned.
He smiled gently, looked at me and sighed once more.
"That may be so" he said simply closing his eyes. How very tired he looked. The purple doll upon his shoulder sighed. "Oh what is wrong Emily?"
"Its starting to rainnnn" It cried.
I knew that it was him. He always did this to cheer me up when I was sad, a trait he had taken from childhood.
"Oh so it is, it may worsen into a storm" he said simply gazing out of the window.
He did not speak to me after that, but simply continued to stare out of the glass. I watched him carefully, knowing that he was not looking at anything in particular. It was times like these I wondered what he thought of. I could not understand at age 14, what possesses a fully grown mans mind. He had not aged since the day I first met him. Although he had changed his personality considerably in the company of others. He did not like to be around people, and spent his free time in thoughts. That is why he carried Emily around, as he liked to arouse suspicion and fear in those he did not wish to speak too. He also used her as a form of playfulness and in attempts to cheer me up. He thought me still a child, although I very much was at this age.
Still in times like these I could not help but want to share his burden. He looked so much more aged, I could tell from his eyes. I hated how he avoided such questions from me, and answered everything with a joke. He was my beloved xerks-nii after all, and I wanted to help him in anyway I could.
I did not realise then the consequences of such dangerous thoughts.