The Envious Servant; Draws a Picture
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He doesn’t believe what he saw last night. It was a lie. All of it. But why does he care? He doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter to him at all. He’ll ignore it. He isn’t…
He isn’t jealous.
Down the pathway of the garden walks the mistress. Shall we walk over and greet her? You do. She is calmer than you thought she would be. Are you upset? To smile is not a perk that you posses.
There isn’t a way you can do this. You lie about your morning. You weren’t throwing a fit in your room like the child you are. You weren’t yelling at the mirror like the adult you are. There isn’t anything in the world you weren’t doing, you would never trash our room in a rage like the veteran of patience you are. You stare into her eyes for a moment. A wildfire roars in your heart.
You can’t stay, and with a quick and clever bow, you leave.
Inside. The manor never felt so empty. It feels destroyed. It falls in, and crumbles beneath his feet. A sharp dagger is stabbed right through his chest. Into his heart, it boroughs deep into his soul. The pain is like none ever he has experienced before. The chandelier above him becomes a guillotine. The blade sounds throughout the estate and drops towards him. Right before the metal can cut him in half a voice is heard.
“Atticus?”
He turns to face the voice unaware of his current expression or condition. It is another one of the servants. The Kirlia stares at him, surprised a bit it seemed. His spoke but his tone came out rough and wicked.
“What do you want?”
She yelps and backs away. He softens his feelings and stares at her in a calmer manner.
“Pardon me, Kanaya. Is there something you require from me?”
She blinks and smiles just a tad. Not too much. But keeps her distance.
“Des called you.”
Des? You force yourself to remember. What that the name of the new ruffian who the mistress invited? No. Wait. That’s the name of the chef. Ah, you remember. But then you dismiss her. Without looking back. She looked at him. But not he.
In the kitchen. There are a lot of workers in here. Apprentice chefs. But really, you couldn’t care less about any of them at all. Now where’s Des? Scourer the area it’s a bit large in size. You can’t seem to find him. Where can that fire monkey be? Then someone taps your shoulder, naturally you turn calmly and there you have found the one who summoned you. Your old friend. Des.
“Hey, Atticus. Do you hear? The mistress has her eyes on the new guest.”
“I know that.”
When you speak to Des, everything is different. You are no longer a butler. You are normal individuals. You don’t even care what you talk about. Des always starts the conversation with: “Hey, Atticus. Did you hear?”
But it doesn’t matter to you. Your childhood friends, so why should you care, right? Exactly. You don’t care. Your friends. Why SHOULD you care? Then you realize you should listen to the guest’s story.
“Well, apparently she found him on the streets. Would you believe love at first sight? Because she does. Get this; she thinks that he’s also in love with her! Crazy, huh? But…when has she been one to lie. Not ever. She may be delusional though. But, considering this isn’t her first relationship, maybe she isn’t?”
“…You talk too much.”
You complain even though you don’t care. You love hearing his gossip. Nothing’s better than hearing a friend talk about no cares in the world. Then you notice…it’s your break-time. No wonder he wanted to speak with you, it’s both of your break times. You smile slightly. But Des isn’t a fool; he knows you too well and acknowledges it. He also mentions it. Then you tell your best fool to shut his mouth. But then you both laugh. Some apprentices are brought in and before you know it, you’re all laughing at jokes and finding commonplace…you don’t even know why you were upset before.
Then the guest comes in. Oh. Right. That’s why. Everyone stops laughing and stares at him. The apprentices though act like they want a new friend and run over to try and bring him into the conversation. Huh, he’s wearing that shirt from last time. What gall. Then…you notice he doesn’t have a dark aura anymore. It’s gone. Replaced with light and bluh bluh bluh- what. Why do you compliment him? Do you not HATE him!? He notices you. What do you do? Walk over? Talk in a foreign language? Oh. He’s coming back.
He doesn’t believe what he saw last night. It was a lie. All of it. But why does he care? He doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter to him at all. He’ll ignore it. He isn’t…
He isn’t jealous.
Down the pathway of the garden walks the mistress. Shall we walk over and greet her? You do. She is calmer than you thought she would be. Are you upset? To smile is not a perk that you posses.
There isn’t a way you can do this. You lie about your morning. You weren’t throwing a fit in your room like the child you are. You weren’t yelling at the mirror like the adult you are. There isn’t anything in the world you weren’t doing, you would never trash our room in a rage like the veteran of patience you are. You stare into her eyes for a moment. A wildfire roars in your heart.
You can’t stay, and with a quick and clever bow, you leave.
Inside. The manor never felt so empty. It feels destroyed. It falls in, and crumbles beneath his feet. A sharp dagger is stabbed right through his chest. Into his heart, it boroughs deep into his soul. The pain is like none ever he has experienced before. The chandelier above him becomes a guillotine. The blade sounds throughout the estate and drops towards him. Right before the metal can cut him in half a voice is heard.
“Atticus?”
He turns to face the voice unaware of his current expression or condition. It is another one of the servants. The Kirlia stares at him, surprised a bit it seemed. His spoke but his tone came out rough and wicked.
“What do you want?”
She yelps and backs away. He softens his feelings and stares at her in a calmer manner.
“Pardon me, Kanaya. Is there something you require from me?”
She blinks and smiles just a tad. Not too much. But keeps her distance.
“Des called you.”
Des? You force yourself to remember. What that the name of the new ruffian who the mistress invited? No. Wait. That’s the name of the chef. Ah, you remember. But then you dismiss her. Without looking back. She looked at him. But not he.
In the kitchen. There are a lot of workers in here. Apprentice chefs. But really, you couldn’t care less about any of them at all. Now where’s Des? Scourer the area it’s a bit large in size. You can’t seem to find him. Where can that fire monkey be? Then someone taps your shoulder, naturally you turn calmly and there you have found the one who summoned you. Your old friend. Des.
“Hey, Atticus. Do you hear? The mistress has her eyes on the new guest.”
“I know that.”
When you speak to Des, everything is different. You are no longer a butler. You are normal individuals. You don’t even care what you talk about. Des always starts the conversation with: “Hey, Atticus. Did you hear?”
But it doesn’t matter to you. Your childhood friends, so why should you care, right? Exactly. You don’t care. Your friends. Why SHOULD you care? Then you realize you should listen to the guest’s story.
“Well, apparently she found him on the streets. Would you believe love at first sight? Because she does. Get this; she thinks that he’s also in love with her! Crazy, huh? But…when has she been one to lie. Not ever. She may be delusional though. But, considering this isn’t her first relationship, maybe she isn’t?”
“…You talk too much.”
You complain even though you don’t care. You love hearing his gossip. Nothing’s better than hearing a friend talk about no cares in the world. Then you notice…it’s your break-time. No wonder he wanted to speak with you, it’s both of your break times. You smile slightly. But Des isn’t a fool; he knows you too well and acknowledges it. He also mentions it. Then you tell your best fool to shut his mouth. But then you both laugh. Some apprentices are brought in and before you know it, you’re all laughing at jokes and finding commonplace…you don’t even know why you were upset before.
Then the guest comes in. Oh. Right. That’s why. Everyone stops laughing and stares at him. The apprentices though act like they want a new friend and run over to try and bring him into the conversation. Huh, he’s wearing that shirt from last time. What gall. Then…you notice he doesn’t have a dark aura anymore. It’s gone. Replaced with light and bluh bluh bluh- what. Why do you compliment him? Do you not HATE him!? He notices you. What do you do? Walk over? Talk in a foreign language? Oh. He’s coming back.