Oct 04, 2010 18:35
[Man may work from sun to sun, but a maid's work is never done.
That appears to be the case anyway, as Meirin seems positively absorbed in the task of folding linens. But there's something about her expression...those eyes that stare straight ahead, devoid of any daydreaming. The purse of her lips forms a tight line.
Maybe it's because she's being watched by the ghost of a young man as she goes about her chores. Meirin finally glances back over her shoulder, still not looking directly at him as she speaks.]
Because you were in my sight.
comment: ciel phantomhive,
comment: finnian,
meirin,
plot: ghostly visitors