catsitter;;cain

[ANTOINETTE WINCHESTER]

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[CAIN LE COSTA]

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[atrb=style,width: 350px; font-family: helvetica; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px; color: #333333; padding: 10 10 0 30;][style=font-size: 11px; background-color: rgba(255,255,255,0.7); padding: 20px;]Ah, the sun was blinding. Realistically, life on Earth, as people “knew it”, couldn’t exist without the sun. But did that mean it had to be so vexingly bright? Surely not. There had to be other places in the universe where creatures could live perfectly fine without having a flaming orb in the sky, causing droughts and sunburns and emitting heat and making one’s eyes tear up. Adjusting the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, Cain paused to stare vacantly at a small shrub of violets, as if trying to discern its purpose and how, exactly it had proceeded to take root and begin flowering in what had once been a plain grass lawn. His gaze flickered up again to view the most extravagant panoramic view of myriads of flowers; all types, more than he cared or wanted to name. Trees were intermixed among the vibrant colours, providing shade and comfort from the accursed sun; and behind it all, the majestic estate of Stella Fiore was just barely visible. Ah, Stella Fiore, the place he was apparently to stay at and serve a lady for the next three years. It wasn’t quite the most magnificent life that Cain would have thought of; but he had never been one to complain in any case. Perhaps it would be worth it; sticking around simply to observe and learn and discover. Taking leisurely, measured steps forward, the man began to walk aimlessly, entering the assortment of flowers and passing beneath a lovely arch made of white roses. It was a bit more shaded here, with the plants forming a ceiling of sorts, or perhaps it was only because he had chosen to go such a way. Sighing, he allowed his glasses to slip down, not quite falling off but not quite where they would normally be, either; pleased and satisfied with the change in intensity of the sunlight, his ash gaze wandered aimlessly about the flowers, never quite focusing. Their sickeningly cloying scents whirled about him, the magic of the place working as he eyed a comfortable-looking spot at the base of a tree – Or perhaps that was simply his own nature. Cain, having no lady as of yet, merely slept the days away, or read if it struck his fancy; now he wanted nothing more than to slip the silvery headphones around his neck up into his ears, play calming music and sleep. However, some sort of impulse kept him wandering (because that was all it really was: wandering; if he were to say he were paying attention to where he was going, that would be an utter lie). Within a few minutes (during which he might have been able to play several Chopin compositions – ah, what a loss) he found himself out of the peculiar tunnel of high-growing flowers and down a pathway filled with roses. Red roses, blue roses, white roses, yellow roses – different sizes and colours, their scents whirling, affecting, making him sleepy (as if there was anything that didn’t make him sleepy). He passed a bench and was about to take second thoughts and use it as a temporary resting area when movement caught his attention; a little, fluffy kitten was playing with a rose petal. Attention immediately taken up, the young man paused, one foot held lightly in the air in semblance of a stride, before lowering his leg, mildly interested in what he saw. Now that he thought about it, the gardens seemed oddly quiet at this time of day, and he was surprised to see, of all things, a cat. Well, a kitten. It was so small that it couldn’t possibly be a full grown one; it was a few weeks old at best. Attention deviated yet again, he noticed a lady whom he hadn’t noticed before; perhaps the cat’s owner? Letting a cat play around without supervision would be dangerous, in any case, he thought – especially one as young as this one. Feet dragging against the ground slightly, trying to move as little as possible and yet get closer to the odd little duo, shoulders slouched ever so slightly, his gaze flickered to the kitten again, finding it substantially more interesting than the brown-haired girl. Perhaps he should say something, but really, was there a point in that at all…? credit :: by columba of on the edge![/style]

[ANTOINETTE WINCHESTER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 450px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border-left: #7E6F8C solid 6px;] { still in love with judas, baby, When he comes to me, I am ready, I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs. Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain. Even after three times, he betrays me, I'll bring him down, bring him down, down, a king with no crown, king with no crown . THERE'S A SLIGHT SHIFT TO THE atmosphere and Antoinette realizes that the moment she looks up to see a shadow looming nearby. The brown eyed lady follows it to the owner of said material: a young man with glasses whose slightly slouched over while his eyes seem to be fixated on the kitten before him. Either he's too engrossed in the play of the feline or he indeed ignored her presence, but whatever the matter as long as he didn't disturb her it's okay for him to be around. Nevertheless, Antoinette would feel awkward if she doesn't say anything to him to at least show him her own presence here. Picking up the kitten with her hand, the lady stands up and turns toward the stranger, whom must be a butler by her own belief. No doubt he's the ones who still hadn't been given a lady yet by his relaxed disposition around her. It's a common interpretation among the female students that a butler who has a lady cannot act freely around another or it will be called "disloyalty", hence many would act in a reserved manner when chatting with other women.To Antoinette, this is all bull: why would a school strip their younger males of their rights? Still, she's warned to be cautious when talking to him, because chances are he wouldn't be the butler she's pairing up with and the school has so many eyes around that it's impossible to not run into one of them. Yet Antoinette could care less, if it would help her she would just greet them the same way and go on with life.Now then, looking back at this butler he doesn't seem like the righteous few. Righteous as in the stereotypical ones she see everyday, the sort who act like dogs to their mistress's feet. She never says it out loud but she did have a feeling whenever she encounters a few walking around Stella Fiore. What can she say about him? Casual? Refreshing? Stroking the kitten's head again, Antoinette glances at the butler's face and then a tug of her lips; smiling is a very nice thing to do. Is it true if she would think, that he may like cats too? That would be a nice thing to hear once in a while, that guys like felines as well. And his hair is particularly nice to see too, it's choppy in her opinion but still rather nice. Though, Antoinette's not one to judge solely on appearance. So, how should she introduce herself? Perhaps she can just say hi and start up a nice conversation with him and then...place the kitten in his care? Dear Annie, how long is it since the last time you asked a person to babysit your kitten for you? Her inner voice comes forth in a burst. Sadly even the lady herself knew that constantly putting the fur ball in another's watch isn't the least bit ideal. But she's got no butlers and perhaps this one can act as a temporary stand-in? Right, that'll work, maybe. "Sir? Hello there~" She looks at him in the eye and hopefully she can see a bit of gentleness in them for the kitten. "You are a butler right? A free one?" TAGS: cain WORDS: blah LYRICS: judas by lady gaga. NOTES: this sucks, im sorry! >.<

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