You Were Maid For Me [Carol] ●

[Alexander Lionhart]

The sun's beams awakened the blonde-haired teenager, the silky sheets caressed his skin as he shifted to sit up, stretching so as to awaken his body from his peaceful slumber. Seemed like another day in good ol' pandora's box, another day of attempting to live a normal life and trying to disregard the fact they were part of some twisted little game created by three mysterious deities that could apparently shape reality to their whims. Alexander rested his arm upon his knee as he looked at the window, emerald eyes focusing on the opening between curtains so as to try and gain but a glimpse of the outside. From, the looks of things, it was a sunny day outside. Maybe he should have breakfast out in the small area out front of his manor? Sounded like a plan. he wondered, though, if Carol was already around the house. It was close to the time when she would normally arrive, awakening Alexander considering he was such a light sleeper. Because of that though, he assumed she wasn't there yet, as he awoken by himself. She was probably running late for some reason. No problem, but she would get teased for it.

Putting on his casual clothes, he headed downstairs for breakfast after taking care of his appearance a tad and brushing his teeth. Nope, no sign of his maid anywhere. A small calm smirk escaped his lips as he headed to the kitchen, figuring she had stayed up late working at the caffé. She was still there even after he left, telling him not to wait for her as always since it was "creepy" and "stalker-like" of him, as she put it. So he did as he was told and headed home. He guessed she had another errand to run afterwards. He hoped, at least, she had gotten some rest. She worked too hard and he almost felt bad for her, but she was hardly the kind of woman that deserved pity, rather to be looked upon with respect and admiration. Maybe that was why she caught his interest so much? Could be... She was unlike any other girl he had met before. He very much enjoyed the little games he played with her as well.

He seemed to breeze through the kitchen, easily making toast, brew coffee and set a small plate of biscuits, sweets and small pastries in case he felt like indulging his sweet tooth. He wasn't helpless, nothing of the sort, he barely even needed a maid. But he wanted this particular maid, so he'd just roll with it, as she seemed to really want to do her work, instead of letting the young man be and collecting the money without lifting a finger. He had expected her to shirk off her duties considering "the event", but she didn't, much to his admiration and surprise. An honorable girl, no, woman. That was rare, he thought.

Coffee in a aluminium coffee pot to keep warm, trey to carry everything, including another mug for the tardy maid and he was off to sit by the table that was outside upon the front yard of his manor, that surveyed the small front garden and main gates, where she'd come through when she arrived. Sitting upon the chair, he placed the trey upon the white iron table and grabbed his coffee mug, blowing on it before taking a sip, enjoying the premium coffee he had been left by his uncle before he departed to Europe. The man sure had a refined taste, he could give him that. Opening the newspaper upon his lap, Alexander then looked through it, wondering where Carol was and what was taking her so long. A slight feeling of worry poked at him, but he knew better than to worry over such a strong and independent woman, that could very well defend herself. He guessed... He just liked her a bit too much. he shook his head and chuckled calmly at the thought. He should be careful with that. No way to tell where that path would lead.

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Tag: Carol Mathis
Notes:
Alexander - 66FF00

[Carol Mathis]

Carol stared at the mirror warily, feeling slightly sick to her stomach. She hadn’t eaten last night- leaving enough for her sister and her mother. She ate a little at the job yesterday, sneaking a few bites here and there. Almost feeling like her stomach was eating herself, she turned to find her brush and get to work pruning herself to be acceptable. It being four o’clock in the morning- no one was up, and she had to get her sister ready.

“She’s an ungrateful little brat is what she is. She’s old enough to make her own lunch.” Brown eyes turned to the crotchety familiar who was staring at her, as if knowing what she was going to say next. Carol thought it better to argue aloud with the creature who managed to be the only thing she couldn’t escape from. Taking a quick shower and getting herself ready- she quickly made her sister’s lunch and only making a piece of toast for herself.

Making her mother her special breakfast, she tiptoed up the stairs, force-fed her crying mother her food and pills, before hearing her sister complain about getting up. Carol bit her lip to keep back the acidic barb she could have said as she made her sister breakfast, stealing two bacon strips for herself, trying to keep her smile on her face for her sister and her complaining. ‘I don’t want to go to school! Who cares about this stuff anyways?’

Thankfully her sister was out the door moments later and she quickly managed to get her things together and thank the nurse for taking care of her mother in the day at the door and she was gone. She wore- rather worn out sneakers- her flats in the bag so she could dance around in the luxurious mansion that her boss had. Ire drew up in her- but she smothered it again. It wasn’t fair- but complaining about it would do nothing.

Eliza would appear briefly in the corner of her eyes- walking with her- but she ignored the familiar for paying attention to the road. Pulling her hair away from her face, she gave a small sigh- glad it was mostly good weather out today. It took the average amount of time, stopping by a public bathroom to change into her more appropriate attire and clean herself off of any sweat- using exactly three spritz of perfume to cover any remaining smell and slipped on her flats to make her way to her boss’ home. She was tired, her feet already hurt her, but she swallowed the pain and barely glanced up to her boss on the front porch.

Drinking expensive coffee and reading a newspaper, probably had gotten up barely a few minutes before she got there. Carol must have been having a day to be so easy to flare up- but she smashed it down like she always did. Swallow, swallow, down the pain until there’s nothing left but a smile. “Good Morning, Alexander-sir.” She refused to call him his last name since he tried to buy her off so quickly- but still kept the respectful tone to it.

“Anything particular for me to do today?” It was straight and blunt to the point as she looked tiredly at the door, waiting for whatever inane thing she had to do on top of her already monstrous schedule when it came to the house. Hopefully it wasn’t anything that important, and he could sit on his throne. Probably with that expensive coffee from Europe that could pay her food bills for a week.

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Tag:@Alexander Lionhart