What a week! Hunting, killing, so much tense. You were sore and your body was covered in various areas with bruises and scars. You needed something to relax you, and clear out your mind. And you knew exactly what would do the trick.
A warm, relaxing, and calming bubble bath. No matter how immature it seemed for your league, you could go for one. Walking into the bathroom, you shut the door behind you and stripped from your blood dressed clothes. You set the apparel onto the sink counter and filled the tub with warm steaming water
I am dreadfully sorry for the lack of notice, however, I am in dire need of your assistance today. The young master has planned for a rather large get together for the investors of his company without my knowledge. I am one hell of a butler, but this is simply too much to do on my own. I do hope you will be able to help me today, I trust no one more fully with this task.
"No, no, my love." The Undertaker walked up to you and snatched the bone from your hand. "It's my biscuit." He bit into it and let out a strange sort of laugh. "They just taste better when they look like this. I have more if you want to try some." He moved behind you and started playing with your hair. "This is quite nice it is. I think I should like to try this color myself."
"Oh no, don't change your hair." Grell wrapped his arms around the undertaker. "You're such a very handsome man, just the way you are. Oh, but I forgot." Grell let go and giggled. "You two should already be in the closet by now. Now come
Heeding his words, you walked up the center of the great room to take your turn. Plunging your hand into the large red handbag Grell was holding out for you, you begin looking for an item. A moment later, you decided on a soft piece of cloth. After pulling it out of the bag, you notice it had the letter "S" embroidered on it, along with a small kitten silhouette. "I think I already know, but whose handkerchief is this?"
Sebastian immediately stood up to claim it, but Grell quickly intervened. "No, I was supposed to get my Bassy's item, not you, now put it back." Throwing a slight tantrum, he angrily stomped his feet and flailed around. "No one's going to be in the closet with him but me."
It was Grell, now standing in front of everyone. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I was on my way when there was this sale I just had to stop-"
"Grell, would you very much mind telling us why you thought it wise to bother the master today?" Sebastian stared at him with an annoyed look. "He does have things to do you know."
"Oh of course Bassy." Grell twirled around a large, flashy red purse. "I was sitting alone, bored to death, when I thought to myself. We should all play a game."
Ciel rubbed his eyebrows in frustration. "Get in with it already."
"Mercy you're testy. You all give me an item, only the boys for now." Grell giggled. "Then a lovely young lady will draw an item from my purse. Then I'll shove the two of you in the
The room was large, tall and dark, illuminated only by coloured fire that circled the room behind the seated riders. Each rider sat in similar, yet smaller seats than Eragon and wore clothing respective of their cultural backgrounds with colours that represented their dragons scattered among their person.
Eragon himself was wearing his usual dark leathers, a green tunic similar to the ones he wore in Ellesmera centuries ago, underneath a mountainous indigo cloak layered with wolf furs and armour that rested on his shoulders.
He watched as his riders told of the peace and conflict throughout the surrounding lands, a sense of pride swelling throughout him as he listened to Rider Kadvar, a Kull, tell of his victory in the south. He had protected the harvest of the southern villages from raiding bandits. Having trained Kadvar
You reached into the bag and felt around for a bit. A moment later you lifted out a crumpled piece of paper. You unwrinkled it to read the name on it. "It says William T. Spears. Guess that makes it pretty obvious who it belongs to huh?"
William stood up, walked over to you and adjusted his glasses. "I do apologize. I honestly didn't bring any items suited to put in a purse. When Grell called me here he said it was an emergency. I was not prepared to play a game suited for school children."
Grell was puffing and ranting behind the two of you. "How dare you pick my Williams name out. Out of all the items in my purse you have to pick that one! The horror of it all." Grell swooned dramatically, almost falling to the floor. "I just d
"Don't you dare, those are for my Bassy." Grell quickly grabbed the cherries out of your hand, dropping the purse to the ground with a loud thud. "Put them back in my purse, pick something else."
William roughly hit Grell over the head with his scythe. "Stop prolonging this idiocy and get in the closet."
Grell immediately straightened up. "Fine, but I want you all to know that I am not going to enjoy this. Not even one little bit." Taking your hand, he roughly pulled you into the closet. "Some one time us, only seven minutes now. I don't want to be in here any longer than I have to be." Grell slammed the two of you in
After a moment of screaming, you heard a mans voice. “Hello there love. I didn't expect you to wake so early.” The man let out a cackle, one you would be able to recognize until the end of time. “Let me just untie you then now love.”
“I'm going to kill you. Do you have any idea how scared I was?” You wanted to slap him so badly it wasn't funny. Unfortunately your hands were still tied down by your sides.
“Yes love, I think the whole street knows, what with all
“My apologies. I didn't know you were out here, and it is rude for a man to approach a woman when she's alone. Especially in the dark.” Sebastian made his way towards you, coming only close enough so that you could see his face. “I didn't mean to frighten you.”
“It's okay.” Seeing Sebastian standing there immediately calmed you down. “What are you doing out here? I thought
You knocked on the large doors of the russian man you were visiting. After a few more minutes you knocked again, only to have it slowly creek open.
"Russia?.." you croaked walking thro the seemingly empty mansion. "A-are you there?.."
He might be in his room sleeping perhaps, you thought going up the stairs. Taking in the sights of his home you've noticed that none of the Baltic's were there either.
Sighing heavily, you pushed the door slowly open, the room was frozen. you were shocked that snow had not spilt into the ice-cold room,
"R-russia..?" you muttered under your breath, as if not to wake him.
"____________....?" he sputtered.
the room being pitch black made it difficult to see where your friend exactly was. That is until he grabbed you and pulled you into the cold room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
OMGGGG, I thought entering the cold room, Damn! what is he thinking staying in he
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