Sebastian † 001
Who: Sebastian Michaelis thebutler_epic and anyone of interest
Where: Streets of Espoir
Style: Whichever you prefer
Status: OPEN
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The day was perhaps a little too warm for to be walking around in layers of dark clothing and leather shoes. And yet Sebastian was unconcerned for the discomfort. Hell is hot and so is this butler. I mean, what?
Removing the silver pocket watch, he glanced at the time - not that it had any real meaning at the moment, since he was at a loss for where exactly he was. Some quaint country village on the outskirts of London?
And why was he walking the streets of the country, when he was clearly needed at the manor? This late in the day, there was no doubt the kitchen would be in devastation, as well as the garden and a good portion of the china. It was no time to dawdle.
A bee flew past his face, coming perilously close to his mouth. When it came back for a second look, Sebastian's hand flew up and he caught the offending insect in his glove, listening to the trapped sound of his wings. The sting he felt soon after was to be expected. He was tempted to crush the insect within his palm. But his gloves were spotless white. It wasn't worth having to wear the blood of the bee. And so Sebastian opened up his hand and released it. brushing his hands together to free any dirt. Wiping soils hands off on one's trousers was undignified and lazy.
Now, he needed an explanation. Where should he begin?
Where: Streets of Espoir
Style: Whichever you prefer
Status: OPEN
†
The day was perhaps a little too warm for to be walking around in layers of dark clothing and leather shoes. And yet Sebastian was unconcerned for the discomfort. Hell is hot and so is this butler. I mean, what?
Removing the silver pocket watch, he glanced at the time - not that it had any real meaning at the moment, since he was at a loss for where exactly he was. Some quaint country village on the outskirts of London?
And why was he walking the streets of the country, when he was clearly needed at the manor? This late in the day, there was no doubt the kitchen would be in devastation, as well as the garden and a good portion of the china. It was no time to dawdle.
A bee flew past his face, coming perilously close to his mouth. When it came back for a second look, Sebastian's hand flew up and he caught the offending insect in his glove, listening to the trapped sound of his wings. The sting he felt soon after was to be expected. He was tempted to crush the insect within his palm. But his gloves were spotless white. It wasn't worth having to wear the blood of the bee. And so Sebastian opened up his hand and released it. brushing his hands together to free any dirt. Wiping soils hands off on one's trousers was undignified and lazy.
Now, he needed an explanation. Where should he begin?