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[llovessweets-blog2]

  @mcyrin

 “Oh? M-Mey-Rin, Sir.”

  Her words were nothing but a whisper as she spoke. He was not a typical man, yet she found that very cute. The way he moved and sat, the way he drank his tea with more sugar than the actual liquid. At least someone was pleasant in the house.

“Mey-Rin. You don’t need to be scared of me, I promise I’m not that strange.” He took another sip of his tea before setting it back down. A plate of cookies sat there as well, although for the first time he didn’t feel hungry. But nervous? Maybe it was the girl standing there that made him feel on edged. 

“Ms. Mey-Rin. If you would like to sit, I wouldn’t mind the company.” He stacked the cookies on top of each other to see how how they would go.

[llovessweets-blog2]

“You aren’t safe here…”

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@mcyrin

L was standing with his hands in his pockets in a hunch as he looked around the enormous house. His thoughts were intrupted when the young maid spoke to him. For a moment he gave her a blank stare before a small smiled developed on his lips. 

“I’m not safe anywhere, it always seems to find me.” He said in a tired voice. 

[felis-vinum]

@mcyrin replied to your post: I now have a need for a completely sexless...

can I volunteer?

You can!! But it'd depend on if Jumin and your muse actually get along etc.

[hisearl-blog]

@mcyrin.

       LIPS  SKEWED  INTO  ONE  OF  A  PURSE,  there  lies  a  subtle  hint  of  something  that  glints  in  the  light  of  one’s  eyes.   for  a  moment,  silence  hung  dry  in  the  atmosphere;  a  cognitive  overload  in  process  as  the  young  earl  tries  to  link  one  piece  at  a  time.   once  confided,  his  wrist  flicked  towards  the  beneath  of  his  chin,  resting  while  the  arm  moved  to rest  upon  the  crevice  of  his  lap.   he  stares,  ready  to  speak  as  words  stood  by  the  tip  at  his  tongue.

                         ‘  ---- i suppose that you already know  WHY  you are here?  ’

[viiciieux]

christmas grinch

// @mcyrin

The snow cascading outside was indication enough of what time of year it was, and though the teen appreciated the coating of white, the soft crunch when he and Sebastian left on cases, the cool shiver that constantly raced down his spine when he took his first step outside, he despised the holiday this welcomed weather accompanied. 

Not only was Elizabeth a complete believer in the concept of giving gifts and decorating the manor to the brim, but his servants were more than eager to assist her in such tasks. He was minimally lucky that Sebastian despised the cold enough to find displeasure in the holiday; two different viewpoints, but they could at least marginally agree for once. 

Speaking of the blonde devil, her telltale voice could be heard in the ballroom of the manor, insisting on specific decorations going in very specific places, all the while not lifting a finger herself. Bless his servants for being so determined to assist her, without asking for his involvement.

Well, two of them. 

A tiny knock echoed through his study, leaving him with no choice but to abandon his paperwork and steel himself for the impending doom that was surely going to settle a bow upon his head.

                                              “...Come in.”

[expectingbutler]

"I just want to make someone else have a good Christmas."

“You know how stubborn the young master is about being happy.”