TOMORROW IS MOCHIJUN’S BIRTHDAY
and I feel so useless, I’d want to send her so much love and tell her how much she’s talented - while being so goddamn young !! - but I can’t do any of this, it’s too bad ): I’ll send her wishes from afar ~ /o/
Since you have read this, you will be told good news tonight. If you dont repost this, your worst week starts now
its finals week…ofcourse its gonna be the worst week ever…reblog anyway just in case!!
(Source: s-ophiee)
“A girl can never catch a break, can she?”
“I settle down for a few days and the another mission pops up, jeeze.”
Big Sister wants to play,: leolikestoread: leolikestoread: So she hates me for usurping Glen… “I...
So she hates me for usurping Glen… “I wasn’t disturbed. I just meant why are you talking to me if I annoy you?”
Carefully, Leo pulled the lid over the ivory keys, whiping his fingerprints off the otherwise immaculate piano with his sleeve….
”I can’t sleep.” Maybe Lottie herself had the same problem. Maybe all Baskervilles had insomnia. It suddenly occured to him how little he actually knew about his new subordinates.
How unusual it was to be able to look at Lottie and see the twitching of her eyebrows. The golden lights in the air seemed to mock him. No, I can’t think that. Going back to how it was before would be stupid.
“You don’t have to call me Master you know. I don’t think I’m quite…Glen.”
“Hm.” Lottie murmured, her digit still on the novel. She couldn’t sleep either, but she wasn’t about to admit that to the young man either. She was caught off guard though when he uttered the ‘Master’ comment. Turning to glance at him she let out a sigh.
“You aren’t Glen. At all…but I guess it’s alright. You can’t change a person completely, at least not this quickly.”
There really wasn’t a point in trying to keep up a bitter attitude towards him, it couldn’t hurt too bad to be decent towards him for one night.
Carefully, Leo pulled the lid over the ivory keys, whiping his fingerprints off the otherwise immaculate piano with his sleeve. This mansion was too big and not nearly as noisy as he was used to. Even at this time of night, there’d usually be a fight in…
no. that’s not relevant now.
Sighing, Lottie finally gave up.
“To be honest, Master, there’s no-one else to speak to at this hour.”
She took a couple of steps closer to him, keeping the wooden door leading to the room ajar. She walked past the piano and all the way to the other side of the room, halting in front of a shelf filled with various books and musical sheets. She let her fingers graze the spine of some books, finally resting on a random one.
“May I ask why you’re playing piano at such an odd hour?”
Lottie, distracted by various thoughts, wavered through her current “home.” Sabrie, or what was left of it, seemed inhabitable on the outside. Yet on the inside it rivaled with the Nightray households and the Vessalius as well. As she wondered through her family’s home she started to hear a…
Leo looked up, fingers still leaping to random chords while his right hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, picked out a melody. Glen. Lottie had called him Glen. How odd that he found that strange. All the containers of that soul had been called Glen—how strange he’d want to hold on to Leo.
“What brings you here?” He asked, ignoring the question.
Immediately, Lottie’s snarky attitude sprung up in her. This brat had inherited Glen’s essence, but he was still just a child. I live here. She wanted to say, so desperately. Instead, Lottie let her back rest against the door, being careful to keep distance in between them. Le-Glen lately had been acting unusual.
“I was just walking around. I apologize if I interrupted you.”
