the woman was indeed utterly TERRIFIED he would be just as bad as the men who had captured her, or worse. just as easily as he had taken down those men, he could do the same to melody, this she realizes and the fear within her grows. it makes her want to get away from him, to run as far as her legs can CARRY her and hide where he ( hopefully ) can’t find her. it makes her wish she was invisible, perhaps more so than she’s ever wanted to be in her entire life. she can only really hope that, if he did not want to help her out of this place, he would do away with her as quickly and painlessly as he can.
melody feels like a terrified rabbit caught in a snare, or a deer caught in headlights. and she isn’t sure what it is, either her current situation, the fact she’d been snatched up so easily, that she had been somewhere unfamiliar to her when it happened, or the man grasping her arms so tightly ( and did not at all seem to fit in in this dirty, dingy environment. how can he be so chipper? ), but she feels as if she has truly wandered into something FAR beyond her capacity to understand. how did she even end up here, in this place? why was she kidnapped upon suddenly appearing here? where did that sudden surge of courage come from when she rescued the other captives? oh … so many questions swimming ‘round her head and melody has absolutely no answer to any of them.
she nearly gasps when the man speaks to her again, startled by his voice. hope briefly flashes in her eyes at the mention of perhaps not leaving her here and instead taking her back to his … master, that’s what he called this person, wasn’t it? melody wants to PLEAD with him that he doesn’t leave her behind, not in this place. anywhere but this place. it was so cold and just from looking around at it she felt the urge to take a hot bath. but the frightened woman can’t find the words, can’t find her voice to say anything. she forces down the lump in her throat, managing to speak after a moment, albeit rather shakily. ❝ u - um, but i – i d - didn’t w - witness much. i - i mean, i w - woke up h - here and then i – i h - helped get the o - other c - ca - captives out. ❞ she doesn’t say ‘rescued’ because that would perhaps imply she did something heroic, and melody wouldn’t exactly consider herself as such.
she’s caught off guard by his question. shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself given the state you are currently in, my lady? well, melody has a tendency to worry more of others than her self, even neglecting herself ENTIRELY. it was okay, though. ❝ i - i just – i just w - wanted to make sure they g - got out s - safely. ❞ that they didn’t get captured again and brought back. it sounded absolutely horrible, to be rescued only to be captured again. ❝ y - you – you d - don’t have to w - worry about me though, s - sir, i’m fine. ❞ melody doesn’t really FEEL very fine, though. she’s so afraid she can’t seem to stop trembling, her situation is weighing on her so much she feels like she’s going to faint and with how fast her heart is beating, she feels like it’s going to beat right out of her chest or just suddenly GIVE OUT. ❝ p - please, take me out o - of – of h - here. i - i d - don’t want to be h - here a - any – anymore. ❞ someone wake me up from this dreadful nightmare.
His countenance frolicked an inquisitive flare at the sight of the seemingly startled female at the hearkening of his voice, which ensued to a flicker of amusement fastened across his visage at her brief sway of gestures portrayed atop her features. It was truly humorous of how her countenance would swiftly brimmed of anticipation at the disclosure of taking her along with him whilst she seemed frightened of him at the first place. Was she conceivably happy at the thought she would finally be at ease? A fleeting smirk thus escaped from his fined form of lips. Humans are honestly creatures that are truly incomprehensible, aren’t they? Their emotions amend rather easily depending to their forged circumstance.
Even though the demon had roamed about the earth for the past few centuries, he has yet to comprehend humans’ emotions in the slightest of why they would conduct themselves which thoroughly contradict to their respective circumstances. Her image was plainly reflected in his cavernous Crimson orbs as he stared deeply at the rather peculiar maiden before his perceptions of thoughts were finally torn apart when the maiden finally spoke up. Her voice seemed to quiver a tad and her words seemed to tremble; perhaps of her cognizance towards him, he thought. She spoke of how she has unknowingly ended up in this place and that how she had ‘ helped ‘ the captives.
Now when he thought of it, which was to his curiosity, that how indisputably queer she appeared to look like, or how her clothing disparate from the other captives; invoked his curiosity even more. It appeared she was speaking of truth since he had witnessed no women from the capital would dress as such as before the maiden in his eyes. Now when it comes to the concern where she helped the captives to escape the mansion brought naught but understating streak of sentiment from the butler. How could a seemingly frail female like her thrived in extricating large sums of her kind without the aid from the others in the slightest?
It would certainly be interesting to hear the descriptions from her. Likewise, Sebastian would always be certain if a human is being mendacious. “ Rest assured, Miss. They are perfectly unscathed. That, I could assure you. ” The sable clothed butler replied with a forged amiable smile danced past his pale lips as he closed the proximity between them. His veiled velvety palms were gently laid atop her shoulder. “ Say, are you afraid of me? I could sense you trembling. You could be certain of this, Miss. I wouldn’t ambiguously harm you without a legit reasoning. ” He spoke to her in a pleasant gentle accent whilst calmly mollifying her.
At a leisurely pace, the demon then began to heighten the tension of the air surrounding them, which was enough to make any human being from being nauseous due to the dwindling pressure of the air, causing one to be having strain in breathing. “ Now, sleep, my dear. ” As soon as the butler was assured that the female had succumbed unconsciousness, he would then hoist her frame against his shoulder. Before he proceeded in the course towards the Phantomhive manor, the demon looked up into grey sky as he muttered softly to himself. ‘ Ah, it is raining.’ @solllare
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