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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 3:41:58 GMT
Normally, Giosue was by Clara's side - taking his job as seriously as it could possibly be taken when he was around the other. Very rarely did he go off to do other chores, especially when it wasn't personally assigned by her and didn't involve dealing with someone. Though, this time Gio had left completely unnannounced, a shopping list in hand and a need to get out and get some air. While a walk probably would have been better, he was certain that just going off on a random walk wouldn't have gone over well, especially leaving completely unannounced.
He hoped Clara was still in bed by the time he came back.
After about an hour after his leave, Gio returned with a series of plastic bags in hand, a small smile on his face, and without the shopping list. After stopping by the kitchen to drop off his supplies, he went upstairs to check on Clara, knocking on the door. @clara |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 6:24:19 GMT
| S unlight bathed the room in a gentle glow, which caused the young girl to stir in her slumber. Her floral duvet curved around her hips as her toes stretched to feel the soft fabric between them. Small, but tough fingers unconsciously played with wine red bedsheets as the groan was snuffled by her oversized pillow.
These days, mornings were spent withering around in the safety of her covers. Clara would never admit she enjoyed this simple pleasure, or that rust was beginning to form between her joints. Mornings used to be spent oiling joints, practicing until practice became second nature.
Instead, her mornings became a gentle passage of awakening. The smell of coffee would greet her instead of a harsh alarm bell and the sound of shouting, but most importantly, she'd wake up with Giosue to fill her sights.
It was the knock on the door that enticed her to slowly awaken, since perhaps she was not that deep in slumber after all, and sit upright. The side of her nightdress began to slip down as she yawned, reaching to open the door.
Rubbing her eyes, she looked up at him for a brief moment, and smiled sheepishly.
"Good morning." Clara answered his knock, voice without a lot of strength.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 6:52:31 GMT
There was an unexplainable warmth that flooded into Giosue when Clara opened the door. It wasn't somthing he could quite explain, and yet it wasn't something that he felt like he could explain even when given a dictionary. It was strange. He felt strange. He wasn't sure if it was a feeling that he was used to - and he wasn't entirely sure he liked it as much as he thought he would.
When in Rome, do as the romans do.
So he let the strange fuzzy feeling take place, he let it take control of him for at least a little while as he smiled at Clara. "Good morning, Clara." He went to lightly guide her back inside her room, waiting for her to turn back in before going himself. "Did you sleep well?" Walking over to her dresser to replace the flowers that were starting to wither. He looked at Clara through the window, the faint traces of a smile smile on his face. @clara |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 20:50:16 GMT
| blame it on the girls who know what to do blame it on the boys who keep hitting on you blame it on your mother for the things she said blame it on your dad but you know he's dead |  |
Pressing her lips together, she squinted her eyes and opened them wide, as if to get a better look at her taller butler. His hair was neatly parted as it always was, eyes hauntingly red, and with that pale skin that made him look like a demon or a vampire.
Clara didn't know much about goths but she liked what they supposedly liked, if that was what Giosue was. Her bare toes stretched as they moved around on the same spot, watching him do his chores.
"How about you?" It wasn't like she actually cared. She just wanted to sound like she did. Kind and sweet and sugary and nasty. Maybe not nasty. Giosue wouldn't like naughty girls.
"I'm hungry though. Hungry." She pointed out, hinting for him to get a move on. She wanted him to pick out something to wear.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 1:23:51 GMT
The smile on his face went from being faint traces of one to a full-blown grin as he continued going about his chores. "I slept well enough." Very rarely did he sleep as soundly as he'd liked, but it was something he slowly had grown accustomed to. After years of him being mostly unable to sleep, it was like waking up from a short nap nowadays.
Though, being around Clara was like being caffeinated. Although he still needed sleep, he could go for a while just being around her. "We could sneak down to the kitchen and I could make you breakfast." he suggested, looking over with a small smile. "Unless you'd rather the chef prepare something." @clara |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 13:26:17 GMT
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Now she was cracking the joints in her fingers, sitting on her bed kicking her legs up and down. She stared at each finger with an odd scrutiny, as if she was looking for caked blood under her smooth nails.
"Mhm, that's good." Clara replied absentmindedly, tilting her head to give Giosue a good look. Suddenly she jumped up from the bed, sleep evidently completely banished away under her pillow.
"Then should I go downstairs wearing my nightdress?" She asked, smiling mischievously. The expensive dress was custom made for the little heiress, who fancied grown up styles but had the body of a ten year old. As if to prove her point, she sneezed, covering her nose.
"Oh, bless me." Laughing, she pointed at her wardrobe. "Shouldn't I wear something else instead?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 23:03:35 GMT
If Giosue chuckled, he was certain he'd have done it by now. Clara, being Clara of course, was enough to almost make him do it. His attention seemed to snap from tidying her room up to looking back in time to catch the smile. "You should wear something else." He supposed she should have done a lot of things, as should he - like the painting that was tilted just slightly to the left on the opposite side of the room - but he was afraid it would be considered rude to waltz on over and fix it.
"I'll be downstairs, preparing something." Walking over to her, Gio placed a quick kiss on Clara's forehead before he disappeared out the door.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 21:33:53 GMT
His kiss made her cheeks dust a light pink.
But once he left her room, she pouted, kicking her legs up and down. Was he just stupid? Didn't he see she wanted him to pick something out for her? She growled, and threw a plump pillow across the room, smashing the glass bottles on her desk, the liquid overflowing onto the floor.
Still, as furious as she was, Clara still knew she had to get dressed before leaving her room. Picking out a marigold dress, the young girl got changed and waltzed downstairs within the next ten minutes, jumping on one of the empty chairs under the empty table.
"GIO! I'M HUNGRY!" She shouted, frowning.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2014 21:54:21 GMT
He had no idea that wanted him to pick something out for her - really he was more focused with what she would have preferred to eat in the morning. Simply because he was certain she looked wonderful in just about anything ( he had yet to be proven wrong, at least ) and was scrambling eggs when she came downstairs.
Or, at least, he knew she was downstairs when she was yelling his name. Thankfully, the food was finished just a few minutes after her, him instead yelling back a "Food's done, Clara!", coming back a few minutes later with a plate of eggs and bacon. She liked that, right? He was pretty sure she did.
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