Story: A touch of colour in the Gray
Book 3: Shading it all
Date: 25 October 2022
Beta: None, hope you won't cry blood :D
Fandom: D Gray Man
Disclaimer: No, I don't own D Gray Man and I'm not making any money on this story.
Summary: The Noahs' take on the story from chapter 14 to 32 with the bonus of Allen's letters! (I hate epistolary, why did I do this T^T)
*Throwing 15k bonus chapters of a story that's been finished for 2 years at the readers and running away screaming :*
Enjoy your reading!
Shading it All, Chapter 2
Monday 30th March 1885
Dear Robin, or rather, Eve
I hope you are well. I was surprised when I saw the address you wrote on the envelope. You told me you were working in a good house, but I didn't think it would be with Nobles! I'm glad you have such a good job, but be careful, don't hesitate to go to Madame Carley or even Miss Taringan, my old landlady, if things get complicated there.
It's been two weeks since I left with my Master for Asia, albeit at a moderate pace. We travel a lot by train and cross Europe. We spent last week in Germany and this week in Austria. My master said that we will probably stop at the address I wrote at the end within a month and stay there for about two weeks. You can answer there if you wish to continue this correspondence. If the time is too short or we change our plans, I will send you a new address when we stop.
I don't really know what to write as it's my first time sending a letter... Have you seen Tyki since I left? I know that he ha-...
And meanwhile... Chapter 14: Embarrassing Talk
Saturday 11th April 1885
"Tykiii!" Road crooned before crashing into her uncle's chair. With a pained look, Tyki placed a finger on the line he was reading and turned his head towards his niece.
"Yes Road?" He said more or less politely but his tone was far from oozing good humour.
"You met Eve's friend, right?" Asked the girl with a falsely innocent smile.
"Yes..." Tyki replied, squinting his eyes, suddenly suspicious. "What about it?"
"His name is Allen Walker, right?" she questioned before continuing when he nodded. "What does he look like, I'm curious?"
"Why do you care?" Tyki asked confusedly. "It's not like you're going to be able to meet him any time soon, being abr-... Ouch! I get it! fine!" He groaned, rubbing his earlobe where Road had dug her overly sharp nails in. "If you've met him before, it's hard to forget him. He's got white hair and gray eyes and some kind of scar that runs down the whole left side of his face."
"Hu. Really? No red or brown hair?" Asked the surprised girl and Tyki shook his head.
"Strange, I thought... Anyway, it doesn't matter, this really isn't the right time anyway." She muttered under her breath before turning and skipping towards the exit.
"What the...?" Tyki muttered before sighing and reopening his book: he knew her all too well, the old Noah wouldn't give him any more answers right now.
Tuesday 14th April 1885
Dear Allen,
I'm so glad to hear from you! I was afraid you wouldn't like the idea of a correspondence. We haven't been around each other long, after all, but it will be a way of getting to know each other better!
It's amazing that you can visit all these countries, it's a chance to experience these different cultures first hand. What did you think of Germany or Austria? You went through them so quickly in your letter. Did you have time to visit the places? What did you like the most? I've already had the opportunity to visit Germany a bit but never Austria! Feel free to describe your adventures, I would love to travel with your words.
Thank you for your concern for my safety, I will not forget your advice if it is needed, rest assured. There's not much going on at the manor but I have to tell you a funny story! Tyki has been hiding things from us, he's actually the younger brother of the Lord I work for! The reunion was very strange as you can imagine... Before I tell you all that, you should know that the second sheet is a letter from Tyki if you want to compare our two sides of the story.
It was just the day after you got on the boat, I had just woken up when Tyki came ins-…
And in the meantime... Chapter 15: The Duke Campbell
Friday 24th April 1885
The clattering of cutlery on the plates did not diminish in intensity, the meal being fully enjoyed. Amidst the many dishes, conversations were going on, gossip was flying all over the place. It must be said that the Duke, usually so accustomed to Kamelott Manor, had not shown an inch of his top hat in the last four months.
Although, even then, to be quite honest, he hadn't been around that much in recent years either. He was so busy but he still made the effort to come to tea at least once every few weeks. That said, it was nothing like his omnipresence when Sheryl had been courting Tricia. Of course, with Sheryl's parents gone, may they rest in peace, the Count had kindly volunteered to be his chaperone. So it was obvious that throughout their courtship, he would be present to avoid any unfortunate mishaps... But Tricia had been pleasantly surprised to see him stay in their lives even after his duty was done. Even her own parents had not lingered after giving her hand, returning to the colonies and giving little news. The Duke, however, had been present for the first few months of their marriage, patiently teaching Sheryl how to run an estate, teaching a young Tyki the ways of the nobility, and keeping Tricia company, listening to her doubts and fears without judgement and always with a kind word of comfort.
He was there so often at the manor that they had given him a room in the family wing. And he was truly part of the family, a true father to her husband and brother and a loving grandfather to Road. He could so easily have repudiated Tricia after her multiple miscarriages and refused to adopt Road. But no, he had reassured Tricia as best he could and had himself proposed the adoption, something that was difficult to conceive in high society. This was all the more reason why she had felt so disappointed when he had started to come less and less until he became ill. So it was not hard to tell that Tricia had a real attachment to the Duke, a kind of loving recognition, and she hoped that he would be more present in their lives again from now on.
And it was looking good, as he and her husband were already making long-term plans for some business. She had also already invited him for tea and he had accepted with infectious joy. Now, if only his daughter could have joined them as well... Tricia shamelessly admitted that she admired Lucie Belle. She was a formidable woman, as beautiful as she was efficient, handling contracts and business like no other and always impeccably dressed. That was one of the reasons why she wanted her to be there, but the main one... Lucie had recently lost her husband. Of course, Tricia knew that their marriage had not been as happy as hers. They were the very definition of an arranged marriage, a simple business relationship without even the slightest hint of friendship. In a way, that sounded just like the lady. But Tricia couldn't help worrying about her. After all, after being married for so long, one could not come out of this drama unscathed. Unfortunately, Tricia was not well enough to go to France these days and Lucie had to sort out her affairs before she could return. Besides...
"Speaking of your daughter, is there any news of her return to England?" Tricia asked the Duke.
"No more, alas." The man replied sadly, carefully cutting up his fish. "It seems Etienne was not very diligent with his records and Lucie is struggling to sort it all out."
"What a misfortune... adopting David and Jasper into their family and then passing only a few weeks later..." Tricia lamented.
"Yes, how unfortunate." Sheryl supported her but his tone was a little flat. He'd never been Etienne Belle's biggest fan, no doubt a misplaced support for his almost adopted sister? At least he made an effort not to insult the dead.
"On that note, Lucie and I wanted to thank you again for taking such good care of the twins. Even more so now that I see their amazing progress! With the estate and my illness... we really weren't in any shape to take on two such energetic young men."
"Oh you don't have to, it's perfectly normal, Sheryl is the godfather after all, that's our role." Assured Tricia as she gave the two boys in question a loving look. In front of a bored looking Tyki, they were bickering quietly with Road. No doubt they were still trying to kick each other under the table, but as long as they didn't knock over the plates, she would pretend not to notice. But it made her think... Frowning worriedly, Tricia asked, "I was wondering, are you considering taking them back with you now that you're feeling better?"
The Duke loosened his lips to answer but Sheryl was quicker. "Not at the moment, dear, Adam is still so tired, I thought we could keep the children this summer and see in September what would be best."
The Duke blinked and smiled a little confusedly. "Oh, I'm much better now, I could take them back to Campbell Manor, if all parties involved agree of course." He said as he turned to the children. "What do you think boys?"
David opened his mouth with a thin smile as Jasper nodded shyly when the table suddenly shook violently. David immediately fell face first onto the tablecloth, only avoiding getting mashed potatoes all over his face thanks to Jasdero's quick reflexes in removing his plate. With a disapproving look, Tricia heard David muttering insults against the wood, his left leg held firmly in his hands. Letting her eyes slide back to her daughter, Tricia sighed at the innocent smile on the girl's face as she wasted no more time in speaking, her brother-god writhing in pain. "Oh no, we get along so well now, it would be sad if they left!"
"Oh, but I wanted to..." Jasdero stammered as David finally caught his breath.
"And Dad's right, you're barely recovering, it's so tiring looking after children full time." Road rushed on and Jasdero shut his mouth, glancing at Tyki who shook his head. David gritted his teeth but they remained silent.
"In that case, isn't it too much for you too, Tricia?" The Duke worried and she smiled benevolently. He was always taking care of her even though he himself was suffering from health problems.
"Don't worry, they are lovely and Eve is very helpful with the children, she always has ideas for games to keep them occupied."
"Eve? Ah, the young miss from earlier?" Adam asked and she nodded. The Duke blinked in surprise and turned his head back to the children. "Do you spend much time with Miss Campbell?"
"Every afternoon!" Jasdero smiled happily. "She's nice..." he added shyly as he lowered his head to the tablecloth, his hands playing with his napkin. Tricia had to restrain herself from giving him a hug, he was so cute at that moment.
"You too, Devit?" Asked the Duke curiously, and the boy shrugged, muttering that Eve was funny. "And Road had already told me about her too. I'm surprised the three of you got on with Miss Campbell."
"Oh not only that, whenever she's not with us she's with Uncle Tyki!" Road informed him and the young man, clearly lost in thought, jumped at his name, nearly dropping his drink.
"Tyki too? You are all so different though, how interesting..." The Duke murmured. "Would you mind introducing us again sometime, Tricia?"
"Of course!" She smiled happily. Again, he had no hesitation in supporting her: Sheryl could no longer complain about Eve if even Adam was interested.
Thursday 30th April 1885
Dear Eve,
I can't believe that Tyki is a nobleman! And that you work for his family on top of that? Are you sure you're not playing a joke on me? What a coincidence! But I'm glad you're close and in a good situation, I don't have to worry about you anymore.
But neither are you! To tell you the truth, we are staying in a castle for the moment. Yes, one of my master's friends is a castle owner in Romania and we came to drop off a carnivorous plant. To be honest, I'm happy to leave it there, I was in charge of taking care of it these last months and it was a lot of work! I have not been able to meet the Chatelain yet, my Master is going to meet him alone, but he must be a strange character!
I was afraid to go into too much detail about my travels, I didn't want to bore you but I'll gladly tell you about my journey! First of all, we took the boat to reach the continent and stopped in Belgium, it's no-...
And in the meantime... Chapter 17: Victor Hugo
Wednesday 13th May 1885
"Eve," Tyki called, but the girl did not answer him. Still staring into the distance, she didn't even pretend to turn her head towards him. Ordinarily, that wouldn't have been so worrying. Annoying, yes, but Eve was very often lost in her thoughts and calling her once or twice always brought her back to earth. Not now though. She'd been in the same quasi-catatonic state since the day before. Since the exhibition.
Tyki... had perhaps let himself go a little too much.
But it had been so tempting. Seeing her offended like that, the look of horror on her face as if she expected anything better from her fellow humans...
But surprisingly, she didn't really seem to be afraid of him. At the time, yes, but since then, her reactions, whether to him or to the rest of the world, had been a bit bland. It was as if she was no longer seeing the outside world, locked in her head thinking about an unsolvable problem. She did everything automatically, whether it was getting dressed or eating or walking by his side. Admittedly, her lack of interest made things easier for Tyki: he had already been able to complete three quarters of the murders ordered by his brother. But... well, Eve's condition reminded him a bit of the Prince after his seizures and... he didn't like that.
So when he heard in the hotel lounge that there would be fireworks that evening to welcome some foreign dignitaries, Tyki had immediately turned to Eve with an idea in mind. Fireworks were impressive, weren't they? An incredible and beautiful creation, a miracle, really, that humans would use their destructive explosions in the service of beauty. The novelty, the surprise, the wonder... That should bring her out of her silence, shouldn't it?
"Eve." He repeated and the girl finally blinked before letting her gaze float over to him. "Would you like to go see a Fireworks show?" He asked softly and the girl looked at him blankly for a few seconds before nodding confusedly.
With a disappointed sigh at this lack of excitement, Tyki stood up and led the girl after him, barely reacting when Eliott immediately followed suit.
An hour later, they were sitting on a roof, their eyes glued to the sky where coloured flashes of light echoed loudly.
Tyki wasn't even sure if Eve had noticed that he'd stepped on air a bit to get down the ladder to the roof. But his plan seemed to be working, or at least Eve was staring up at the sky, her eyes more focused than they had been for hours. But she wasn't smiling, in fact she looked a little bored, though not quite, he couldn't put his finger on the exact expression.
"What did you think of the show, impressive, wasn't it?" He asked anyway once the night was dark again.
"Hm? Oh, it was nice. I've seen better ones and it lacked music, but fireworks are always fun." She replied absentmindedly and Tyki looked at her incredulously. Ah, he understood her expression: she had the face of someone who had seen the same show a thousand times, but how could she? It wasn't that common and this one was particularly grand, the best Tiky had ever seen. That was no small thing, he had been to a few of them already, being an activity that nobles were particularly fond of. Impressive and frightfully expensive, it was the best way to show off their status.
Astonished, Tyki shook his head, leaving this new oddity aside. She, who was always surprised and excited by the smallest thing in everyday life... She must be even more shocked than he thought...
Monday 18th May 1885
Dear Allen,
How disappointed I am! It was only when I returned from my trip that I could see your letter and read about your adventures! So I'm sorry for my late reply and I hope you will receive this letter before you leave. This is all due to a trip, as I said, I had the opportunity to go to France with Tyki. We were only able to stop for a few days and only in Paris, but I was able to meet Victor Hugo and talk to him. Do you know this author? I've attached one of my favorite short stories by him, so you can practice your reading!
I'm glad to hear that you were able to stay in Romania for a few days, crossing three countries in one month can't have been relaxing! And I agree with you, what a shame not to be able to visit them in more detail, but I guess seeing all these different landscapes through the train window is already very impressive. I was wondering, did you finally get to meet the Lord or did you stay in the annex all the way? Was he all alone in that big castle, without family or servants? I'm still surprised, it's so much wor-...
And in the meantime... Chapter 17: Victor Hugo
Tuesday 26th May 1885
"Eeeeeve!" Road whined as she ran into the kitchens startling the few employees still there. Barely noticing their presence, Road charged at the lady sitting at the table, and only stopped when she hit her ribs, clinging to her dress like a barnacle to its rock. Of course, it didn't fail: Eve pulled her arm out with difficulty, trapped between their two bodies, to wrap Road's shoulders with it. The little Noah smiled, her head still pressed against her dress. Eve loved cuddles at least as much as she did, but never dared to ask for one or initiate the movement. No matter how much she complained that Road was like a koala bear, not wanting to let her go, she was never the first to stop the hug.
"Yes Road?" She asked as the sounds of cooking resumed around them. Lifting her head, Road saw one of the handymen, John if she remembered correctly, unloading large bags into the cellar. At the stove, Berthe and her two helpers were busy and sitting at the table opposite Road and Eve, little Louise was peeling potatoes. Seeing her watching, the kitchen girl smiled shyly at her but quickly lowered her head towards her work. Not so interested, one thing caught her eye though, on the table in front of Eve, next to a knife and a small mound of potatoes because, obviously, the silly girl was still helping in the kitchen, a large cardboard box stamped from France was here.
Suddenly forgetting her fake tears, Road curiously reached for the box but was quickly stopped by Eve's hand, which slammed into the lid without warning.
"What is it?"
"Oh, just a package from a friend." Eve replied quickly. But... She looked strangely, hmmm..., nervous? Squinting, Road quickly decided to pretend nothing was wrong and quickly assumed a bored look.
"Anyway, you have to ground the twins! Devit spilled pie on my dress. On MY dress, can you believe it? Not only is it destroyed, but I couldn't eat my pie."
Eve gave her an incredulous look, one of those 'how can I do anything about it' looks. She had the same look every time she had to reprimand someone and Road couldn't help but laugh. Unfortunately, it migrated too quickly to a sigh and she attempted a patient smile. "For your dress, we can leave it to the laundresses: Madame Dippet is capable of miracles! And if she doesn't, I have no doubt that your father will offer you a much more beautiful one without delay. As for the pie... Berthe, for a smile, could we have a slice of the leftovers?"
"Make me one each and I'll add some tea for you to enjoy this fine weather in the garden." Smiled the old cook, wrinkles deepening in the corners of her eyes.
Road laughed as was expected of her and gave her best smile alongside Eve before happily thanking the cook. Little Louise carried the dessert tray outside and Road followed her while Eve "put things away." When she returned, they had a good afternoon and when Eve got up to wake Tricia, Road pretended to stay outside. This did not happen, however, and Road quickly slipped into Eve's room to look for the box she had received earlier. It didn't take her long to get her hands on it and she quickly opened it to discover...a manuscript? And oh, wasn't it information about the holy war?
Oh...
"Oh, Eve, you little trickster..." Road murmured as a smile far too big for a human distorted her features. Carefully closing the box, she slid it back into place and hurried back to the garden to greet her mother and Eve innocently. And if she scrutinised the girl a little too much that evening, making her sweat profusely, it was only Eve's overactive imagination, wasn't it?
Fascinating...
Tuesday 2 June 1885
Dear Eve,
Just barely, but I did receive your letters! Fortunately my master wanted to stay a few more days in Bulgaria with Miss Boryana.
Thank you for the short novel, I had some difficulty reading it, I had to ask for help with some words but I think I'm making progress! I was surprised that the book was from the point of view of the death row inmate but I found it interesting and very touching. Tyki asked me a lot of questions about the book so I've attached an extra sheet with my thoughts if you want to read it with him. I saw in the paper that the author had died too, so you got to see him just in time! I didn't know that he was so famous that even in Bulgaria they heard about it. But it intrigued me so I'll try to read his books while we are in Europe. I hope I can find them in English and French, I'd like to practise before I forget the language more, especially knowing that you speak it too. Would you have any titles to recommend as a priority?
We are going down to Greece now, but I confess that I am not very enthusiastic about this heat, but my Master said that I could-...
And in the meantime... Chapter 18: The Ball
Sunday 21 June 1885
"They could have tried harder." Sheryl hissed, his lips hidden behind a glass of the most expensive champagne money could buy. Not that he'd spent a penny on it: the estate manager was an akuma.
"Youth must have its fling, Sheryl." Laughed Duke Campbell at his side. "They did exactly what we asked of them and, to be honest, knowing their repugnance, if they'd done just one more dance I'd have been worried."
The two supermen took advantage of a lull between political conversations to watch the couple of young adults make their way to the buffet. Around them, the ball was in full swing, conversations were going well and the dance floor was packed. An orchestra of the best musicians took their place on one of the small balconies, spinning the dancers to their own rhythm as they played the strings of their violin like a puppeteer. On the far balcony, Sheryl could see Tricia gossiping with some old friends. If he looked hard enough, he could surely find Road making foolish claims to the young nobles she had gotten her hands on.
It was a particularly well-organised ball, of course. He hadn't chosen Tricia just for her title after all. Now, if only Tyki would be reasonable and talk to some nobles looking for business, that would be absolutely perfect. Unfortunately, their Prince was right, as he often was.
"Well..." He sighed, "I hope at least they'll keep their mouths shut for the rest of the evening if they don't deign to be helpful."
"Oh I think they will do their best to disappear at their best convenience if not ours." Replied the patriarch with an amused smile. "Did you notice how Tyki was smiling tonight? He always looks so bored at these parties... Miss Campbell was, it seems, a good choice."
"Oh, please, she could hardly dance properly tonight. After all those classes, it's a shame." Sheryl scorned with a brisk wave of his hand. "She's at least somewhat useful, I suppose, but I really don't understand what you all see in her..." He began to complain before stopping short, his head snapping back to his brother and his wife's lady-in-waiting.
"Hu, ho..." The Prince murmured beside him as they watched a group of girls hurry towards the two youngsters. Tyki had a frozen smile on his face, eyes wide open, and Miss Campbell looked a little pale at his side, leaning heavily on Tyki's arm. But the two men didn't need to see this to know that something was wrong: they could feel it. It was as if an invisible bubble had begun to grow around Tyki, enveloping him like a protective cocoon and sipping oxygen like a black hole. The girl beside him would surely not last much longer, but Sheryl was more concerned about the group of women pressing towards them. One fainting they could explain, a dozen would be catastrophic.
"Oh for...!" Sheryl began to swear before rushing after the Prince towards the small group. But it didn't take long, no sooner had they taken three steps than the young nobles surrounded the Noah of pleasure and Miss Campbell fainted. No doubt by pure reflex, Tyki caught her before she hit the ground and the event seemed to surprise him so much that his powers stopped going wild for a second. It was just enough for the Duke to step in, a hand on Tyki's shoulder and a fatherly smile in the girls' direction. Sheryl was far less charming and quickly shooed the group away as his Prince led Tyki to a private room, his brother carrying the young maid.
In the distance, he could already see the parents hurrying towards him, the crowds and the gathering attracting the attention of the other insects like a flame. Of course, humans were always so happy about the misfortunes of others.
Sculpting his expression, Sheryl raised his voice, ready to turn this disaster into a political opportunity. It was what he did best, after all.
Wednesday 24th June 1885
Dear Allen,
First of all, congratulations on your first successful job! I'm glad that your teacher seems to be taking you seriously at last, as you used to complain about doing odd jobs that had nothing to do with your training. You sounded so happy in your last letter, and my heart goes out to you, but I can't help worrying. Please take good care of yourself.
I am touched that you wish to continue learning French, would you like to exchange these letters in that language rather than in English? Or perhaps, at least, some of them? It would give me practice too, I don't get to speak much here and I feel my vocabulary slipping away as the months go by.
Tyki took pleasure in arguing against your comment on last time's short story, but you can find all that in his letter. As for me, I prefer to send you another short story and I have also attached a list of titles that you can read if you have the opportunity. I'm particularly fond of Les Misérables, I recommend it.
For once I have something to talk about! The family I'm staying with held a ball for their daughter's birthday two days ago. And guess who Tyki got into trouble with him? Yes indeed, as you can imagine, I managed to get myself am-...
And in the meantime... Chapter 19: The piano
Wednesday 8 July 1885
"No chance, I tell you!" Devit growled, but Jasdero still seemed adamant.
"But the bucket exploded!" His usually more shy brother contracts.
"I think you're worrying too much, Jasdero, she was focused on her painting at the time, I doubt she was paying attention." Interrupted Tyki with a shrug.
"Until her dress got covered with it, anyway." Devit sneered.
The twins, Tyki and Road, were sitting quietly in her room at an hour so late that it seemed early. The day before, the four Noahs and Eve had gone to the lake to have fun and not everyone had been as careful as they should have been with their powers.
"What do you think, Road?" Tyki asked as she saw the older girl remain surprisingly so silent.
"Hmmm... I'd say she knows." She replied as she leaned against the bedpost, clearing one of Devit's misplaced feet in the process.
"No way." The latter snapped annoyedly, rolling his eyes. "She loves superpowers and stuff like that, look she's always telling us stories with magic or dragons! If she knew that she wouldn't have resisted asking us."
"Hu, that's a good point." blinked Tyki.
"Yes, but... with today and the ball a few days ago..." Jasdero muttered.
"It's true that you'd have to be stupid not to see it when you're half choking to death." Devit admitted and Tyki grimaced beside him. "But then again, Eve isn't very bright either."
"You know, we wouldn't be having this whole discussion if you'd put a little more effort into mastering your powers." Road pointed out and the three boys avoided her stern look. "I know they're complicated to constantly have under control at first but Tyki, you've had them for almost six years, you shouldn't have to go through something every time you're surprised." The Portuguese muttered something unintelligible under his breath as the twins scoffed, quickly called to order when Road continued. "And you Jasdevit, it's about time you la-..."
A knock on the door stopped her short. "Road?" A female voice whispered and the Noah's were already in full swing before the syllable was even finished. With the twins under his arms, Tyki walked through the wall to his room while Road grabbed a comforter and pulled the covers up to her chin. The room suddenly looked incredibly normal. Well, normal for an over-indulged little noblegirl from the late nineteenth century.
"Mother?" Road called and Tricia Kamelott gently opened the door before smiling at her daughter.
"I heard a noise, did you have another nightmare sweetheart?" The duchess asked gently as she readjusted the sheets around the girl before sitting down beside her on the bed.
"Hu Hu." The child nodded. "But I'm okay now, Mr. Fluffy protected me from the bad dream." She added, hugging the blue rabbit before she gave her mother a look of concern that was a little too adult for her age. "Isamnia again, Mother?"
"Insomnia, honey." Tricia corrected gently, stroking her daughter's hair. "And I'm afraid so. It's been going much better lately but...well, it is what it is."
"Would you like to sleep with me, Mother? Maybe you can keep the bad dreams at bay and I can protect you from the in-so-mnia." Road articulated and Tricia laughed softly at such cuteness.
"Yes, I think it's a wonderful idea." The mother nodded before lifting the blanket to lie down next to her daughter. "I always sleep better when I'm next to you." She confided and Road smiled back at her.
"This is everything I dream for you."
Monday 15 July 1885
Dear Eve,
Is everything all right? I haven't received a reply from you to my last letter, did you receive it? We were in the middle of a civil war so perhaps it never arrived. Just in case, I copied the draft I had kept below and took the opportunity to try to translate it into French. I've written the adventures of the last few weeks in a row, so you'll have it in chronological order. I am going to entrust this envelope to a friend of my master's. He is going directly to England by the Orient Express and has promised me to deliver it to you. It should take little more than a week, can you believe it? I hope that this time the letter will arrive safely!
This is a great idea! I was able to practice a little when we met French speakers but our conversations were limited. If there is one thing that is impressive about my teacher, it is that he makes a point of speaking in the local language. I wonder how he learned so much! As for our letters, I don't feel able to write all my pages in French but I will do my best.
I really liked the drawings you did of the Ball in your last letter. I laughed so much that my Master came to check on me, incredibly, you know it now. The story was funny too and it almost makes me want to go to a noble ball... if only for the buffet. I tried to honour you with a sketch of Cyprus but I don't have your talent and didn't do it justice, maybe my description later will be more telling.
As for the novels, I was able to get a few! Unfortunately I didn't really enjoy Les Misérables, I think it was a bit too close to me. I was very upset about Jean Valjean and Fantine and poor Cosette so I admit I didn't finish the book. Maybe after some time I could re-read it.
And in the meantime... Chapter 21: Happy Harassment
Saturday 15 August 1885
"What a mess." Sheryl grumbled.
He and Tyki were the only ones left in the great hall. The maid, or rather Road's former maid, had been taken by the coachman and one of the butlers to the village to see the doctor. The other servants had just slipped away to find something to clean up in a hurry. It must be said that it was very necessary. The floor of the great hall, close to the last step, was marked with a large reddish stain, streaks and footprints going in all directions. A series of particularly pronounced footsteps went up the grand staircase as if to indicate the way. This was where Tricia's lady companion and his wife and daughter had disappeared a few minutes earlier. Letting his gaze wander, his eyes fell on his little brother at his side. He was an even bigger mess if that was possible.
"Tyki, look at the state you're in." Sheryl scolded as he moved closer to the other Noah to adjust his collar properly. It didn't help his appearance much, considering how bloody he was from his knees to his torso, but still... "Did you have to kneel in that filth?"
"With all the servants, Eve and Tricia, it would have been strange if I hadn't." Tyki noted as he let his brother reorder him. It was better to suffer his attention now than to avoid him and suffer even worse, he had learned that the hard way. But too much was too much, and Tyki eventually backed off causing Sheryl to drop his hands with an annoyed pout.
"Miss Campbell, indeed." Sheryl replied disapprovingly. "You've been spending far too much time with her lately, I'm not convinced of the merits of her company, especially when she brings us problems like these." He began as they heard footsteps on the back stairs behind them. A young girl with dark hair and matte skin came out of the staircase, a skip in her hand and bowed to the householders before starting to mop the floor. Sheryl barely glanced at her before continuing where he left off. "Besides, she's not really useful to me, I still haven't been able to learn anything about the night the Prince went mad and she's been causing trouble at the manor just by her presence, I'm seriously thinking of getting rid of her."
"You can't blame her when Road has done everything to make things worse," Tyki snapped. "The ambiguous lady-in-waiting role you assigned her certainly didn't help either. Nothing would have happened without you... or even me, I admit I wasn't very smart in firing that employee last month. And as for her usefulness, isn't Tricia much happier since she arrived? I'd even say she's less sick too."
"This is the first time I've seen you take such an interest in the affairs of the Manor." Sheryl replied with surprise. "And yes, I suppose you're right... But anyway, even if my darling Road hadn't had fun with them, humans are all like that, you know that brother."
"Certainly." Tyki admitted, but a flicker of doubt seemed to haunt his eyes. "But, perhaps, we could-" Tyki began to reply as another servant walked through the door before hurrying towards them. This time, both Lords fell silent at once, watching the new man come up to their level. It was Tyki's personal butler, Hershel Rambelt, and the young man looked a little white.
"Excuse me for disturbing you, Lord Mikk, but the bath is ready if you wish to refr-... refresh yourself." Hershel explained, barely stuttering when his eyes stayed on the young Lord's bloodstained clothes a little too long.
"Ah perfect, Thank you Rambelt, I'll let you get on with it Tyki, we'll continue this conversation another time." Sheryl absentmindedly called, his hand a hair away to touch the other Noah's shoulder before getting away fastly with a disgusted pout. "And for the Prince's sake, don't leave a trace of it."
"Yes brother." Tyki replied with a roll of his eyes and Sheryl sighed before turning on his heels towards his office.
"Ha, Miss Barnes, is it?" The Marquis suddenly called out to the young maid mopping the floor.
"Yes Sir, Clarisse Barnes."
"Ah yes, that's right, go tell Auguste to have the second room prepared." Ordered the Noah of Desire with a grim look. "I have a feeling there will be no room for me in the master's bedroom tonight."
Wednesday 19th August 1885
Dear Allen
I'm very sorry for my late reply, things have been hectic here all month
and the words just wouldn't come out in the last two weeks, or at least none worth writing. But don't worry, my temporary mutism has quickly disappeared and I'm as loquacious as ever!
I'm glad you liked my paintings, they're my first and I wasn't sure if they'd be a good representation of the ball's atmosphere but Tyki insisted that I include them with our last letter. But yes, you're right, the buffet was the one thing I would brave another ball for! And all those cakes, as much as they went down nicely in my stomach, I thought I would never finish painting them!
I'm not going to lie, your sketch was barely understandable but in your defence it didn't help that the graphite smudged in transit. But anyway, it's not about talent but about practice, learning and motivation. If you want to learn how to draw, go for it!
I totally understand, it's a difficult book. At least you tried to read it, the twins didn't make that effort. To be honest, I'm a bit worried about them. They're leaving for college next week and while I have no doubt it will be a rewarding experience, I'm afraid for them... and those who will be around them. I will miss them, no doubt, but they are far from being easy to live with and I feel sorry for the po-...
And in the meantime... Chapter 23: Babysitting
Sunday 6 September 1885
Jasdero looked out the window at the mansion as it moved away, with Devit at his side. Well, rather, it was he who was moving away, sitting in a carriage with his brother, Adam and two portly college men. Tricia was still waving, Sheryl close by. Beside them, Tyki stood, nonchalant and Road swayed in place. Behind them, the staff formed two perfectly straight lines, waiting patiently for their master to return. Not all of them were there, however. Eve was still in the hall, hidden from view by a heavy curtain. Jasdero met her gaze but they were far away now and he suspected that with her human senses she had not been aware of it. One of the men was blabbering for the moment and Adam pretended to listen with a smile. But, the Prince was weird, maybe he was actually listening to the human. In any case, Jasdero wasn't making that effort. Neither was Devit. Even as the Manor disappeared through the trees, his gaze remained fixed on the window.
"Young Mr. Jasper seems to be very fond of his home!" said one of the college men suddenly. But his tone was not very nice, dis-dain-ful was the word, thought Jasdero. Eve had taught him that one, but he wasn't sure if he had used it correctly. He should ask her. Oh but... well, by letter then. "But a few days with your comrades and you'll have forgotten your homesickness! Brave gentlemen like you don't act like little girls, do they?" Laughed the man and the other stranger joined him.
Jasdero continued to look out the window. Devit took his hand. They clasped their fingers together. Adam was no longer smiling but he was not acting either, looking at them curiously. A test?
"We were told that if someone called us a girl and implied it as an insult, that person must be either poorly educated or stupid." Jasdero suddenly began.
"And that if it was the latter, then that person did not deserve our respect." Devit continued with an innocent air.
"What? Who said that?" The man shouted. His face was strangely red. Like a cherry, Devit thought. Jasdero would have said a tomato.
"Miss Campbell." Devit smiled with a bit too much teeth. He glanced at Adam and both men turned to the Duke.
Duke Campbell.
The tall, paunchy man suddenly turned very pale. This time, the twins agreed, he was as white as the porcelain vase in Tricia's room.
"Oh, er, yes, that's very... a very... er, inter-... vision. Yes, very interesting." he stammered.
Jasdero loosened his teeth. Adam looked at them in surprise. He shouldn't, the twins weren't stupid. They weren't the biggest and strongest in the street, after all. Fighting with words was just as important as fighting with fists. And they were better armed than ever after those six months in the manor. The Prince did not correct the humans' assumption and better yet, he smiled at the twins. Jasdero felt a ball of joy explode in his stomach. Devit too.
Thursday 17 September 1885
Dear Eve,
Tyki told me what happened at the manor! And you just wrote me that you didn't feel like talking... I understand better why it took so long to answer! I'm sad that you didn't want to confide in me about it. And neither, it seems, in Tyki. I understand completely that you didn't want your employers to know about it, but you shouldn't have let things get so bad. At least this whole thing showed you that they were on your side so this time, if it happens again, don't hesitate to say so. And please, even if I can't do much from this distance, tell me your problems too, it doesn't seem very fair that I'm the only one doing it. I could at least be a listening ear. Even if, with my departure to China, I am afraid that the letters will take even longer to reach you.
On another subject, I don't know how we got here but you know how Tyki likes nicknames, he's started calling me Gray Boy lately and it got me thinking, we've been talking for months but I still don't know much about you. I know I don't share much either, it's always been hard for me to do but if you're up for it I'd like to try. My favourite colour is black and white, it calms me down, I'm not sure why. What is yours? My favourite meal is Jelly, I tried one once and I…
And in the meantime... Chapter 24: Depressives Changes
Saturday 3 October 1885
"...and as Anna jumped higher and higher, Elsa slipped trying to keep up with her sister and missed, her power hitting Anna in the heart. Terrified, Elsa ru-..."
"Anna's dead?!" Jasdero almost shouted, causing Road to gag him, hissing 'shhhh!'.
"It's not nice for Elsa, but Anna was stupid too, jumping in like that." Devit grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Like you wouldn't do exactly the same with Jasdero." Road immediately scoffed and the boy blushed.
"Yeah but I'm not a weak hum-...!" He shouted at once and this time it was Eve who gagged him, practically throwing herself on him to prevent him from finishing his sentence.
"Keep your voice down a little, we might be able to hear you." She whispered and the children calmed down a little. "And no, Jasdero, Anna is fine, okay?"
At once the boy smiled and sat up a little straighter on the pile of cushions, all his attention back on Eve. But just as she was about to continue the story, a clap of thunder sounded outside, rattling the windows. Not expecting it, Eve jumped violently and automatically looked towards the balcony but the pink sheet of Road they had used as a makeshift tent hid the view.
"Vivi, what next?" Road called as she shook Eve's hand. Blinking, the young adult turned back to the three children before reorganising her thoughts.
"Uh yeah so... so Anna falls to the ground and the king and queen arrive-..."
Road snorted dismissively. "Classic."
"...their parents arrive and Elsa explains what happened, crying. Anna is still breathing but she doesn't wake up and... I think her hair is turning white? I'm not sure anymore, but it's not important... I think. Uh, yeah sorry, so, the family rides fast into the forest in the mountains to look for the trolls. When-..."
"What are trolls?" asked Jasdero confusedly.
"They are mythological beings, great ugly monsters." Road's said.
"Yes, it can be, but in this version they're more like little beings no bigger than my knees that look like they're made of stone and in fact, now that I think about it, I do believe they can turn into a rock."
"That sounds weird." Devit muttered and at their slightly glassy looks, Eve told them she would draw them a picture the next day.
"So! They go to the trolls and their leader tells them that... to be honest I don't remember much but it was something about how lucky they were that she touched the... merde." Eve suddenly said in French but the three kids had heard her say it so much before that they had no problem understanding the word. "Right, so actually earlier Elsa had touched Anna's head with her power, not her heart, her head, right?"
"Why does it matter?" Devit scoffed and Eve rolled her eyes as if asking for courage from some divine manifestation. She did that a lot, Road noted.
"That's for afterwards. So the troll tells them they are lucky because wounds of the mind are difficult but can be healed whereas for wounds of the heart, only a proof of sincere love has a chance of doing so."
"A proof of true love?" Debit repeated in disgust.
"I bet it will come back at the end of the story." Road replied.
Eve grimaced painfully. "The chief manages to alter Anna's memories so that she forgets that Elsa has powers and they..."
"But why do they do that?" Jadero asked sadly and Eve threw her hands up to the sky in exceeded.
"I don't know anymore! Anyway, soon Anna is rescued, Elsa is completely traumatised by her powers and they all return to the castle. The two girls are separated, Elsa spends most of her time locked in her room and, even worse, their parents die on a boat trip some years later. Skip time, when Elsa was about to turn twenty-one... wait, no, I forgot something, the little boy at the beginning with the queen, do you remember him?" The three children nodded. "Well, when the royal family was running around in the forest, he ran into them and followed them and got adopted by the trolls. Uh, now that I think about it maybe it wasn't that important... Anyway, so, Elsa became Queen..."
"She's Queen now?" Road asked.
"Yes, well no, well..." Eve took a deep breath and continued more calmly. "On her twenty-first birthday, Princess Elsa is crowned queen at a great celebration. The high dignitaries of all the surrounding kingdoms are invited for the occasion, there is even Princess Rapunzel and... Oh no, you don't know... damn, why didn't I tell you this story? I know it much better! I've se-... Uh... read it, dozens of times!" Eve moaned, taking her head in her hands.
"It's okay, you can tell us about it later." Jasdero encouraged her by patting her shoulder.
"Oh no! I know that one, I even have it in my bookcase." Road complained, pointing to the cabinet next to the desk where, indeed, large storybooks sat.
"It's based on the same tale but it's not the same version, I'm sure." Eve assured her and Road nodded doubtfully. "Where was I?"
"The digni-fucker, there." Devit replied, slumped on the cushions. Eve smiled at him, amused. The boy pretended not to care, but he was the first to answer.
"Oh yes, thank you! So the nobles from the neighbouring kingdoms come to attend the coronation and Anna is very excited because she dreams of meeting true love."
"You said it wasn't a romance!" Devit almost shouted, straightening up with a jerk as Road applauded.
"Yes, no, I promise, it's not the main thing." Eve reassured him. "Elsa on the other hand is terrified of letting her powers loose in front of everyone and creating another accident. But luckily everything is fine at the sacrament..."
"Awwww." Road sighed, clearly disappointed.
"...and during the party, Anna meets a charming Prince from a foreign country. Actually they met earlier when Anna went to town but, anyway! That's not important. They get along surprisingly well, they have the same interests, the same dreams, finish each other's sentences... time and time again so that at the end of the day they appear before Elsa to ask permission to marry."
"Already?" Jasdero wondered.
"You should take a cue from them, Vivi." Road teased and Eve stuck out her tongue.
"Yeah, that's a rotten idea." Devit decided and Jasdero nodded vigorously.
"I'm not saying she marries the first guy coming, just that she should think about it a little more." Road replied, clicking her tongue.
"But I thought you didn't want her to leave the manor either?" Jasdero asked, confused.
"No problem if she marries John or Tyki or even Eliott." She replied with a shrug, but Jasdero grimaced. He was about to retort when Eve took advantage of the brief time out to call the children, mentally exhausted.
"Can you please let me finish the story?" Eve begged.
The three demons smiled.
Eve sighed and continued the tale.
Tuesday 13 October 1885
Dear Gray Boy,
It's amazing, you know, to be berated two months after the fact. But you're absolutely right, I did, admittedly, handle the whole thing quite badly.
But to be honest, I'm still not quite sure what else I should have done. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, I didn't want to worry you about something you couldn't do anything about and probably would have disappeared before our next letter. I didn't think it would get so bad that another employee would be hurt. But thinking about it now, it wasn't fair of me because I would be just as saddened if you didn't confide in me about your own problems. So please let me thank you for always being there for me when I need it. Having someone outside the manor is essential to me and I'm glad to have you as a friend.
Sorry for all the emotional overload, but it's not going to end there I'm afraid. Before we talk about your blatant lack of detail about your arrival in China, let me answer your questions. Even though you're right that we know surprisingly little about each other, I know you well enough to guess that the initiative came from someone else. I wonder who could have encouraged you to talk about yourself like that, but I am infinitely grateful to them because I was itching to ask you the same questions.
My favourite colour is purple! Or to be exact, mauve, a particular shade between purple and pink. As you can see, I tried to do the watercolour shade with a flower in the margin but it's actually a bit darker than that. I don't think I have a favourite food but I really like the smell of curry spices or certain chocolates if they are not too bitter. I do have a fierce hatred of cheese though, but recently Berthe made me a mushroom pie that w-...
And in the meantime... Chapter 25: Chestnut hunt
Sunday 25 October 1885
"Like this?" Jasdero asked as he held out his chestnut to Eve where a beautiful cross was sliced into it.
"Exactly!" She smiled and Jasdero returned one of his, incredibly happy with the validation. In an even better mood, he went back to work diligently, carefully cutting the chestnuts in front of him as his brother skewered the mushrooms a little too forcefully. The cook, Berthe, had tried to dissuade them when Eve had burst into the kitchen, the three children of the house on her heels and their arms full of baskets, but she had not wanted to hear. 'We won't disturb you,' the girl had promised, but Berthe had immediately grumbled that that wasn't the problem, that of course they could come, but that cooking wasn't really an activity for three little masters. Devit had been ready to agree, of course, he had enjoyed the walk after all, but the cooking, frankly? But Jasdero had silenced him with one look and Devit had sulked behind them, not saying another word. At least until Eve had finished convincing the matron that yes, of course, cooking was a wonderful activity for developing children mind! By this time they had sat down on the long wooden benches at the big table and Eve had shown them how to prepare the chestnuts and mushrooms.
And now here they were, an absurd mound of chestnuts and mushrooms between them, chatting about things as they prepared them. There were so many that Eve had happily invited the kitchen girl, Louise, to join them. It was not the first time she had tried to get Louise and the twins to spend time together. At first Devit had been very suspicious and Jasdero not so happy that Eve was getting rid of them by throwing them at the kitchen girl. But it was better now, they had talked about it together and she had assured them that it was nothing like that, that she just hoped they could become friends, not having any other people their age at the manor. So they had all made an effort but Louise was shy and not very comfortable with their noble status and the three of them didn't have much in common. So no, not great friends, but they tolerated each other very well and Louise wasn't so bad for a human, the twins didn't mind doing something with her at least.
"Are you sure this is edible?" Road asked doubtfully as the first batch of baked chestnuts was placed on the table.
"Certainly! But be careful, it's very hot." she added, cracking one open, leaving the shell aside.
Doubtfully, Road tried, quickly followed by Jasdero. He took a tiny bite and... "It's sweet!" He wondered before happily gobbling up the rest.
"Yeah, it's mealy. It's not bad, but I don't see why we went to all this trouble for this thing." Devit muttered, but he finished his chestnuts anyway without complaining further.
"Yeah, it's got a bit of that consistency. But we... we can make a cake out of it if you want!" Louise timidly offered.
"Is that possible?" Road asked, clearly intrigued and the girl nodded frantically.
"I used to make them with my mum, I can show you if you want?"
"That's a great idea! I've never made chestnut cakes before, although now that I think about it, I've used chestnut flour before." Eve muttered. "What do you think, do you fancy it or are you fed up with cooking?"
"Why not." Road smiled nonchalantly and Jasdero nodded frantically beside her. Devit said nothing but he didn't refuse either so Eve asked Louise to show them how to do it. Clearly impressed by the responsibility, the little kitchen-girl didn't give up though, and soon she was explaining what to do to the other children with barely a tremor in her voice.
"Eve." Jasdero called shyly as Devit pushed the cake into the oven. "Do you think Tricia would like to try the cake for tea?"
"Of course! Even if it's not to her taste, she'll still be very happy that you're offering her something you made yourself." She smiled and Jasdero brightened: he was looking forward to being able to taste and share the fruits of their labour.
Wednesday 11 November 1885
Dear Violet Lady,
The address made me smile and I couldn't help but nickname you too!
I'm embarrassed that you guessed it so well. Indeed, it was a new friend who encouraged me to get to know you better. It was to this person that you sent the last letter, Miss Anita. I find it hard to understand how such a sweet and kind and intelligent woman can appreciate my master, but at last... We have been at her place for a month already and we will probably stay for a few more weeks! I love to travel but after a year of going from one place to another I am relieved to settle down for a while. Especially at this time of year. There was a festival last week and I tasted a Japanese speciality, Mitarashi Dango. They are a kind of sweet rice dumpling. I'm disappointed I can't send you some as they have unequivocally taken the place of my favourite dish. This festival was already amazing but I hear the Chinese New Year festival is particularly fabulous! Unfortunately, I don't think we'll be staying until then, but I'll try to convince my master. I doubt I'll get a chance like this one day.
Otherwise, could you find a recipe for an apple pie? I've never made one but I'd like to thank Anita and I thought a sweet that she doesn't usually eat might be a good idea, what do you think?
I hope we will stay at least until the end of December. I get on well this time with my colleagues at the shipyard, they are inc...
And in the meantime... Chapter 26: Finding Gifts
Wednesday 25 November 1885
Perhaps Tyki should not have returned covered in blood to the manor.
Well, he had a black coat and the stains were hardly noticeable... and he abused his powers without moderation too. Since the guard dogs knew him, Tyki had been able to cross the park quietly and, when he arrived at the foot of the mansion, climb up the air without a sound. In the empty room next to Eve's, he had entered the hallway of the family wing, ready to throw himself into bed and end this exhausting day. And he was so close! He was almost to the door of his room when a small noise made him turn his head. Barely holding back a grimace, he saw Sheryl emerge from his second bedroom at the end of the hallway. Too late. Even if Tyki dared to jump through the wall, hiding under his bed wouldn't stop Sheryl from following him inside and screaming.
Resigned, Tyki stayed put, but he didn't have to wait long. Sheryl, who was against using their powers in the manor, half of their servants being human, didn't mind this time and covered the distance in a flash, grabbing his little brother's face to look at him from every angle.
"Blood?" He asked without even a 'oh hello dear brother, I'm glad you're back, how are you after these few weeks?'
"Not mine." Tyki confirmed, and it wasn't long before he blurted out the words and Sheryl dropped his coat with a disgusted pout.
"I take it you finally took care of Mr. Starkoff?" Replied the Marquis, his lips pursed.
"They should find him in a few days." Tyki replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets and Sheryl clicked his tongue. Tyki hated it when he did that...that tic coupled with his stern look and angry tone, it reminded him of their sire. And it was never a good memory.
"You took your time! You were supposed to come home last week and you weren't even answering your phone, what happened?" Sheryl hissed.
"I just had other things to do first." He muttered.
"More important than family?" Sheryl snarled and Tyki gasped.
"What? No, of course not, but what-?"
"Then, damn it Tyki, when I tell you to go home, you go home!" Sheryl cut him off, raising his voice.
"What happened?" Asked the Noah of pleasure. Admittedly, Sheryl was never happy when he left but he wasn't usually this angry. "The Prince didn't call me so I didn't think it was urgent-..."
"Of course you don't think!" Sheryl grumbled. "And why don't you listen to me as you obey the Prince? If you'd only answered me you'd know he'd had another attack!"
"Oh, I... is he okay?" Tyki stammered.
"He's stable for now, it didn't last long. But he's in no condition to continue the creation of the Akumas and Maitora was too busy to assist him this week. And with the election and stewardship of the Campbell estate as well as the Kamelott estate I clearly couldn't be bothered either. Did you even think for a secon...-!"
A slight creak reached the Noahs' ears and Sheryl stopped before the two turned to the door behind them
"Tyki?" Eve called, the door barely ajar. Tyki glanced quickly at Sheryl, this really wasn't the time for Eve to intervene but... he was a little relieved all the same.
"Ah, sorry Eve, we've been a bit too loud it seems." He said quickly before Sheryl could get mad at the younger girl. Eve looked nervously between the two of them and already seemed to regret getting out of bed. He understood the feeling...
"Yes, we apologize for the inconvenience, we should have had our reunion in a more suitable place. Go back to bed." Sheryl snapped and the girl winced before giving Tyki a pitying look, apologizing and scurrying back to her room. He had every urge to do the same but Tyki shook his head and turned to Sheryl, ready to continue to suffer his reproach.
Yet his brother surprised him. Taking a deep breath, he blew out slowly before meeting his eyes again. "This is obviously not the time or place. Let's go to bed and we'll talk more about this tomorrow when we've... had a chance to rest."
"Yes, brother." Tyki murmured, incredulous at the good luck. Sheryl seemed to sense it because he was quick to add:
"Don't think you can get away with it without retribution. You will replace Maitora with the Prince and take care of some of the Campbell's business in addition to your regular duties and that, at least, until the Prince recovers." Tyki nodded quickly and waited patiently for Sheryl to leave. But his brother hesitated for a second and then took Tyki in his arms.
"I'm glad to see you." He said more softly and Tyki raised his hands to put around him in turn.
Thursday 10 December 1885
Dear Gray Boy,
Happy Birthday ! And Happy New Year!
I hope this letter arrives in time! The gloves were a gift from Tyki and me. We wanted something you could use every day. Since you are always travelling, we knew you wouldn't be able to carry much. We didn't know how much you've grown in the last few months, so I hope they fit even though they're normally somewhat adjustable with the straps. They are supposed to be very sturdy and comfortable, tell me what you think.
Of course, this is a great idea! I've attached several recipes on a separate sheet, not knowing what ingredients you'd have on hand. The apple pie recipe comes directly from Berthe, the head cook at the manor where I work. I had to fight to get her secrets but the quality is guaranteed! The others I rewrote from memory and you know how this one is not the most efficient, so I can't guarantee the taste. Don't hesitate to annotate them and send them back to me if you try them!
Tyki came back just a fortnight ago. He's been very busy though and I haven't seen him much lately. So I'm glad to hear about China because, to be honest, I don't have much to tell you in return. But I find it hard to believe you, though, did you really get attacked by pirates? I don't know if it's terrifying or as exciting as you described. Have you been-...
And meanwhile... Chapter 27: Welcomed Vacation
Sunday 20 December 1885
"You gave her a holiday?!" Tricia exclaimed and Sheryl looked at her with round eyes, Road, the twins and Tyki carefully silent behind her. The Noahs could count on one hand the number of times Marquess Tricia Kamelott had raised her voice in anger and it had never been at her husband.
"But... Tricia Honey, you're always the first one to argue for giving employees time off, especially at Christmas." Sheryl replied weakly, completely disconcerted by this unusual situation. He looked as if he was standing in front of his desk, surprisingly small compared to his wife who looked so big at that moment. The young Noahs watched this change with morbid curiosity, impressed by the presence of the usually frail mistress of the house.
"Sure, but not for Eve!" She replied, regaining her composure slightly, barely stopping herself from shouting again.
"But mother, can't you do without Eve for a fortnight? Doesn't she, too, get a holiday?" Road asked confusedly and her mother turned to her with an incredulous look.
But when she saw the same lost look on the faces of the rest of her family, she had to face the facts. "God, am I the only one who has shown any interest in this girl in a year?" she exclaimed in dismay. "Eve lost her whole family, her home, her village exactly one year ago. How is it a good idea to let her wander off on her own at such a tragic time? Alone, away from everything that may have become familiar to her in this last year when it is precisely at this moment that we should be supporting her all the more. We are the only people she has left!"
"But... she still doesn't remember any of this, right?" Devit muttered.
"And what's more, sweetheart, she may have become a friend to you, but you mustn't forget that she is an employee first and foremost, we don't have to deal with her tro-..." Sheryl began, a little more relaxed now that he understood his wife's strange assumption. But he stopped short in his words when he saw his daughter frantically shaking her head behind his wife. Letting his eyes slide over Tricia's, he saw the thunder rumble through her brown orbs and Sheryl wisely decided to change his tune. "I mean... Miss Campbell seemed to want some time alone right now and it seemed appropriate to offer her the opportunity. Which she took. Voluntarily. On her own."
"You are unbelievable!" Tricia sighed before turning and striding far too fitfully out of the office. The five Noahs watched her walk away with arms flailing, before Tyki turned to his brother with a nonchalance that was far too forced to be true.
"What do you always say, brother? That the key to happiness is a meaningful job, a nice house and... a docile wife?"
"Yes that must be it, because he doesn't look very happy now." Jasdero wisely replied, bringing all eyes on him. In a show of bravery that he was rarely known for, he met their gaze with defiance and even his twin looked impressed.
"That... I... yes, no, yes of course it is but you know how humans are always so difficult. But I'm sure Tricia is already back to normal. It was just an… unreasonable excess." Sheryl reassured himself but the children smiled at him with pity, even Road!
Still, Sheryl thought, he'd be sleeping in the second bedroom tonight.
Just to be sure.
Monday 4 January 1886
Dear Violet Lady,
Happy New Year! I'm sorry for my late reply but so much has happened in the last couple of months, I'm not sure I have enough paper to tell you everything!
Thank you very much for your wishes. You have calculated the transport time very well, your letter arrived the day after my birthday, just before we left! I didn't remember telling you about it, especially as I don't usually celebrate it. It's not a very happy occasion for me, but your letters and greetings have cheered me up. When are your birthdays? I'm looking forward to returning the favour!
Despite your concerns, the gloves are the right size. Maybe a little big but just as well, they will last me longer. You were right, they are really strong, I already used them yesterday to work at the Zoo and they were flawless!
We arrived in India the day before. We are staying with, you guessed it, a rich companion of my Master. I am working mainly with her animals for the moment. I am used to the circus even though there are some very exotic animals. Have you ever seen an elephant? I've attached a drawing to the letter. Not one of mine, obviously, I'm practising but you know I'm far from being at that level. A boy drew it for me, he's the brother of one of the courtesans here and he ve-...
Chapter 29: Choice Letter
Tuesday 26 January 1886
"It always feels so strange to be able to put on nail polish." Eve muttered with wide eyes, staring at Road carefully applying the brush to her nails. It was just Tricia, Eve and Road in the small living room that night. The twins were at college, Tyki was out of town and Sheryl had far too much work to grace them with her presence. Anyway, Road didn't need him to have fun and had pulled out his frankly impressive collection of nail polish to adorn Eve's fingers. Not that she'd asked her permission, of course, but Eve wasn't defending herself if the point didn't really matter to her and it was a more optimal survival solution to go with what Road wanted anyway.
"Why is that? It's so pretty though, it would be a shame to go without." Road asked without looking at the young adult, who was entirely devoted to her task. Behind them on the armchair closest to the fireplace, Tricia stopped her needle and looked at her daughter, uncomfortable. If Tricia had been a little less of a stickler for decorum, she would have winced at this blatant lack of tact. Luckily Eve didn't mind so she simply put on her sweet voice and tried to explain the reason to her daughter.
"Road dear, perhaps it was a bit expensive for her before?" Road raised her brush, blinking, but before she could answer her mother, Eve shook her head.
"No, no, it's just that I've always had a habit of biting my nails. And since I have small hands, they were always too short to put them on," the girl explained and Road nodded before getting back to work.
"Ho, how did you stop that bad habit?" Tricia asked, and again she was too polite to show her disgusted look. Nail biting... what a horror.
"Um..." Eve muttered, her eyes opening wide and her pupils jumping from object to object. She always had this reaction when she realised she'd been talking about a memory from before Kamelott Manor. Tricia puckered her lips, bracing herself for another strange story, but Eve surprised her. Instead of spouting a mindless justification, she raised Road's unheld hand in front of her face and bit her lip with the most lost look Tricia knew her to have. "I have no idea. I've never been able to stop before."
"Is it true?" Road asked in surprise. "Yet I've never seen you bite your nails. But this, yes!" She exclaimed, sticking her finger into Eve's cheek. The girl recoiled with a guttural noise before rubbing her battered cheek.
"Road," she moans. "What are you doing?"
"You were biting your lip." Road explained and Eve touched her mouth in surprise. "You do that all the time."
"What? No." Eve replied, rolling her eyes, and Tricia had to intervene.
"Yes you do, darling, far too often. Look, you're bleeding again, you should stop."
Eve looked down at her fingers and rubbed the thin trickle of blood that had stuck to them with a look of surprise. "Zut... that's incredible, I never noticed that. I wonder where I got that from. And when."
Road shrugged and Tricia sighed. Another bad habit to break. "I don't know but I can help you stop it if you want." Replied the younger girl with a sly smile before planting one of her bony little fingers in the taller girl's cheek once more.
"...You're not going to stop, are you?" She said desperately as she rubbed her face and Road only gave her another smile in response.
Friday 12 February 1886
Dear Gray Boy,
Thank you for your wishes! Tyki didn't dare to write it in his letter, but he was born on the same day as you, the 25th of December. As for me, I was born on the 1st of April and this is not a joke.
Before I forget, I spent a week at Mrs Carley's at the end of December. I don't know if you remember, she's the manager of the bar and Miss Taringan's sister. I had a chance to see her and she told me to tell you that Iris (a friend of yours?) missed you and asked me to pass on the enclosed letter to your master but said it was not urgent. The whole thing sounded a bit dodgy so I didn't look into it and didn't tell Tyki either. I will even post the letters myself for once so please don't mention it in your reply, I don't know who might read it.
On the less mysterious side, I also met a boy during that week's holiday. He was a railway worker and not in very good health. Tyki was able to get him an apprenticeship in a bakery, much to my relief. I'll try to visit him from time to time but I'm not sure I can say we're friends. At least not at the moment. You, on the other hand, I think you have made one! Isn't this the first teenager of your age you've talked to me about? I know you usually get on well with the ladies you stay with but I'm glad you're finally interested in someone your own age. I'd like to give you some advice that I wish I'd known earlier but it's up to you whether you take it on board or not. First of all, it is be-...
And meanwhile... Chapter 30: The Duke's Cat
Tuesday 9 March 1886
There were noises in the small living room.
Even from down the hall, Adam could hear the soft murmur of deep breathing. A little worried if Tricia had been too tired to go back up to her room, the patriarch walked to the door before opening it curiously.
There, lying on the sofa with her back to the door, near a warm fire, Tricia's young companion was half rolled up in a ball, seemingly enjoying a much-needed nap. What was particularly surprising was that a cat well known to the Count was curled loosely in her arms.
Hearing him enter, the cat looked up curiously at him. Seeing him, she stood up to greet him, Eve's arm sliding over her back.
"No, no, don't bother!" The Duke stopped him with a wave of his hand but the cat did not recover, sitting still and following him with her eyes as he walked around the couch to face them.
"Hello Lulubell." Smiled the Count. "What on earth are you doing here?" The cat raised her nose, a surprisingly recognisable air of disdain for a cat.
"Another fight with Sheryl?" Adam guessed before sighing. If only those two could get along! They would be a formidable force. Unfortunately, they were... well, like cats and dogs if he could say so himself. It was not uncommon for Lulubelle to take the form afterwards and refuse to speak for the foreseeable future. All too used to it in spite of himself, Adam shook his head and went to the wardrobe to retrieve the blanket he knew was hiding there. Sheryl had had one put in practically every room, ready to pounce on it if Tricia shivered even a little. It was there and he unfolded it without warning before covering the young Miss Campbell. It was still March after all and the ice was clinging to the walls making the weather quite unpleasant for a human, or so he assumed. The girl didn't overreact other than to hug herself tighter under the blanket and the Duke wasn't sure if he was worried or impressed that she didn't even wake up.
Gentlemania accomplished, Adam wondered for a second what he was going to do now that his curiosity was satisfied before deciding to sit in the chair opposite. He'd come to talk to Sheryl, but if he'd just had an argument with Lulubell, the Noah of Desire wouldn't be very good company right now. Fortunately, the Duke still had something to occupy himself with and pulled a ball of needlepoint wool out of one of his large pockets. Continuing his previous work without paying too much attention, his needles spinning around each other with the ease of experience, Adam looked up when a mewl interrupted him.
Lulubell tried in vain to rub her ear with her paw. Seemingly frustrated, she leaned back on her front paws and rubbed her head against Miss Campbell's hand until the girl mumbled in her sleep and stroked her without even waking up. Amused, he watched the Noah of Lust lie back down again, pampered, as a throaty purr began to rise in the room.
Shaking his head with a smile, Adam looked down at his needles again, happy to just enjoy the peaceful atmosphere.
Thursday 11th March 1886,
Dear Violet Lady,
Thank you for telling me your birthdays, I feel like a fool for never asking! And to think that my first letter was the day before yours. We've been writing to each other for almost a year now, can you believe it? I'm glad this correspondence has held up. I have enclosed a small package with my letter, inside, the yellow one is for Tyki, the purple one is for you. Unfortunately I think they will arrive after your birthday and four months after Tyki's but the intention is there! And I'll know about next year. Yours is a box I bought in China. It's a puzzle, you have to guess or know specific steps to open it. You are free to try to open it on your own but otherwise I have written the instructions in the package. Inside, there are spices that I bought in India, including curry as you said last time you wanted to try. Before you tell me it's too much, tell yourself it's for your two birthdays. And anyway, I'd much rather spend the money I earned on you and Tyki than have my Master take it.
It may have been a bit early to call him a friend when I sent you the letter, but I think he is one now! And thanks for the advice, I'm taking it on board. It's amazing, our relationship is so different than with Tyki or you. Spending time with him is nothing like what we did in London but I really like it too. Unfortunately, we'll be leaving again soon. We will have been here for three months, which is a long time compared to other places, but I can't help but feel disappointed... But my Master said that we will come back here regularly! It seems that, from now on, we will travel through the adjacent countries and stop again between each journey. So you can send me the letters to the same address if we lose contact.
So you finally met this mysterious Lady Belle? Since you've been talking about her for so long, I was as eager as you to learn more! Did Lady Kamelott keep comparing you as you feared? But I guess, it's not surprising co-...
And meanwhile... Chapter 31: Happy Portugal
Sunday 25 April 1886
"Stand up straight, honey." Tricia whispered as she adjusted her daughter's ribbon. Road didn't answer but that was only because she was holding back from saying something mean. It wasn't her mother's fault, really, but it was hard to remember that fact when she was half suffocating in a dress that was far too stuffy for Portugal. It wasn't even summer yet but everyone said that April was unseasonably warm. Having finished fixing her daughter, Tricia stepped aside to stand in front of her, watching Sheryl organize the final details of his speech not far from them. Satisfied that everything seemed to be on track, she let her gaze wander back to her daughter and brother-in-law. Seeing the latter unbutton the first button of his shirt, Tricia raised an eyebrow and he wisely put it back on. "It's almost over." She reassured them. "This is the last one and we can go back to the villa."
Tyki grunted and his daughter didn't seem very convinced either. It must be said that this was far from being their first speech or gala. They had been doing them in quick succession for the past few days and their return to the villa tomorrow would only be a brief rest before continuing. But Tricia could only sympathise with them, she couldn't complain. It was her role as a wife to accompany her husband in his successes and failures. And there were few of the latter, but even his successes were sometimes not the most pleasant. Her jaw hurt, so much had she smiled in the last few days. It must have been much worse for Sheryl, who didn't like to interact outside his family. Ironic, for a politician, but he had so much ambition that she could hardly see him doing anything else. In any case, she was very happy for him, really, that he had managed to become a minister. He had worked so hard for it and she was sure he would do wonders in that position. But that didn't stop her from loving going back to the villa too.
"I want to go home, I'm sick of it!" Road began to complain and Tricia put her hands on her daughter's shoulders, trying to calm her down. It was rare for the girl to throw a tantrum in front of them, she was usually such a good listener... She was so unused to it that she didn't know how to reassure her. She was already doing her best to stop her from screaming, worried about drawing the attention of her husband's colleagues to them. They couldn't shame them, this was not the time. How to do it, how to do it...
"We can't go home just yet darling, just a few more hours." She begged but Road shook her head, clearly annoyed. Maybe a present...? That always worked when she didn't want to go to school. "And then tomorrow, when we're at the manor, how about going to the sea baths? You enjoyed swimming at the lake this summer, didn't you?" This seemed to catch her attention and Road nodded cautiously. Encouraged, Tricia smiled at him, "The sea is even better. And we could go with Eve, what do you think?"
"It's not a bad idea, especially since she must be terribly bored alone in the villa." Encouraged Tyki and Road crossed his arms, a pout on his lips.
"At least she doesn't have to parade around all day." She grumbled before Tricia could gently remind her of her manners, Sheryl approached them. Quickly straightening up, Tricia squeezed her daughter's shoulder in a reassuring way.
"Is everything okay?" Sheryl asked with a frown. He looked tired.
"Just a little homesick, nothing to worry about, darling." Tricia reassured him, lighting him up with her best smile. Her husband smiled back at her and she felt her heart clench. It was that smile that had made her fall in love despite her own mother's scolding. But again someone called her away and she watched him walk away, her heart going with him. But at least he would be there to support her.
Thursday 29 April 1886
Dear Gray Boy
Thanks for the gift! I did try to open the box but I admit I had to use the instructions. I'm not good at puzzles. Tyki on the other hand managed more steps and Road even opened it! I was a bit jealous, I must admit. Unfortunately I haven't had a chance to try the curry yet because as soon as I received your letter we left for Portugal, so that's why you're getting a letter from there and it's been a bit slow in arriving.
I was curious to go to a new country but unfortunately we are here for Lord Kamelott's work. This means that he is often away with his family and only makes stopovers at his holiday home where I am. Don't ask me why they decided to take me with them to Portugal while I stay in the house when they travel around the country, I still haven't found the reason.
In any case, visiting another country is not very exciting when, well, you're not visiting. Nobody speaks English here and not much French either. With my Spanish skills I can somewhat understand the topics of conversation if they don't go too fast but I can't speak back. And since Tyki is not here, I hesitate to go exploring on my own. I'm a bit shy, it's true. But we went to the sea a few days ago! Road looked lovely in her beach dress but you should have seen Tyki in his swimsuit, it was hilarious! I did my best to draw you the scene but there's no substitute for seeing it with your own eyes. I hope the three of us can go swimming next time, so you can-...
Chapter 32: Portugal, Beach and University
Monday 3rd May 1886
Tyki was fidgeting on the wooden bench. There was a meagre cushion, but it was not nearly enough to absorb the violent shaking of the train. He had, it seemed, become a little too used to the trains of England. Even the ones going to the mines seemed less chaotic than this one. Tyki didn't want to be Sheryl, but he would have liked to be in first class at that moment. Whatever he could have done, there was no lack of money and with his brother now Minister of Portugal it would have been even easier. But he had told himself that with their student clothes, they would be more annoyed than anything else if he reserved a compartment. Especially since Eve wasn't the most involved with her Noble ways when Tricia wasn't around. Like at that moment when she was resting, slumped on the bench, head against the window. She seemed totally immersed in her thoughts, which is why Tyki jumped when she suddenly spoke to him.
"I'm glad I met you Tyki."
"Ivy... you... um...?" He stammered terribly confused, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. He could never follow her train of thought when she went off on her emotional tangents.
Eve gave him a puzzled look at her lack of eloquence as if she was the one who didn't understand Tyki before rolling her eyes "No, you idiot." She elbowed him and Tyki barely remembered to react in time. He might have been overdoing it, but it still made Eve smile so it wasn't too bad. "But I'm really glad I met you. I love Tricia and Road and the twins but... Life at the manor would still be a lot less fun without you." She continued and Tyki froze. Her smile was shy but genuine and she stared at him.
She had no idea what he had done.
With a kind of morbid curiosity, he wondered how she would react if she ever remembered that he had killed her sister. That he had torn her unborn child from her womb. And that he had come so close to taking Eve's own heart in his hand and ripping it open with his fingernails.
Tyki smiled gently at her. "I'm glad I met you too." He said quietly. And somehow, with everything that had happened this past year, he really meant it.
Uh... hi? I'm not sure if anyone will read this chapter (and so this note now that I think about it) but I promised it so here it is! So yeah, it's been two years since the story ended but it was nice to see them again. And I've got the third and final chapter planned (yeah no because clearly we won't make it to 400 reviews and not even 300 but I've got stuff to say so f) so if you want to know what happened during Eve's illness, why she really got adopted or just see some fluff (and psycho-drama, because well, you know me by now) see you soon for the continuation!
To be honest, writing two stories a month on a fixed date whether it's windy, rainy or snowy, it's mentally exhausting. I hardly wrote anything for a year and a half (although I did draw and read a lot of crappy manwha. I caught up on all the isekai I'd never read before this fic and damn, there's only like 6/200 of them that I found objectively good. Frankly, for the most part I prefer STB, it's sad :') ) but I've been back at it for a few months now and I've put out 30,000 words in the last two months (which was my overall pace before) so I'm feeling up to taking on a new long story :)
So this chapter is also to see if there are people who would still be interested in StW, the sequel of the exorcists' side? Because, I kinda want to write it but as I can't find a good ending and I hate leaving a project unfinished, I have a hard time to start (and also, I didn't want to start again for 4 years but if I had started at the end of NlN, I would have only 2 more to go so...) but if there are people waiting for it, it would make me move I'm sure.
That's it. Think about letting a review and... see you next year?