06-14-2012, 12:21 AM
Ai could merely watch as her companion was swept up and carried off. She was left shocked once more as the duke was taken by the emperor in his blind rage. Then blinking, dumbfounded, she rubbed the back of her head troubledly. Was that really okay? The two had seemed to be friends, so she supposed it must be just a bit of rough-housing. Having two younger, adolescent brothers, she saw similar behavior on a daily basis. However, she couldn't help but wonder if the emperor had truly been upset. Did that mean Sir Winters was in trouble? Or, rather...
Turning her gaze to the man who'd been caressing the emperor in such a sensual manner, the answer came to her. So they must not have been getting along as well as I had thought. Turning her head from him as she took a few steps to watch as the two men entered the hall, a small, apologetic smile would come to her face. It couldn't be helped. Oe was upset and as his friend, the duke was burdened with helping the rampaging man. Now feeling that she understood, she relaxed a little and went back to finding breakfast with a grin. She procured a peach from a small bowl upon the counter, taking a bite as she thought of what should accompany it. Typically, in Kyoku, one would take a small breakfast before a larger lunch. However, the morning was also a time that specialty drinks were served to help one wake up. The question was what to drink, when she believed the castle wouldn't be stocked with what she considered proper for the early morning.
Crossing her arms as she leaned upon the counter in thought, she felt a small bag that she had kept in her kimono. Eyes widening, she withdrew the small pouch and smiled. Thank heavens! From the bag she took out a packet of tea, which she set on while she took out a cup for herself. Meanwhile, she heard Sir Winters yelling from down the hall and frowned slightly. He'll be alright, right? Her thoughts drifted back to her brothers, whom she remembered fondly. There had been many times where one or both had been hurt due to stunts like what the emperor had pulled, but they had never severely injured. They love each other too much to let the other get truly hurt, after all. Friends were the same right?
"Damn fools," Jasper whispered as he heard the all-too-familiar battle cry sound from the kitchen. Just what could have happened? Had the emperor been insulted? Injured? Had someone touched his hair? No one better have dressed him in the adorable maid's outfit againwithout his help. Involuntarily, a short laugh, a truly warm one, lifted from his lips. He had gone through quite a lot with that Lord Pheonix. Now that his screams pricked his hears, he supposed he could say the same for Sir Winters. Though, most of his friendship with that latter had happened before the end of adolescence. It was only now, years later, that Jasper actually realized the true transformation of his attitude that the drastic changes back then had caused. He was once a sweet kid, considered by all to be in the exact image of his mother. Of course, that was a long time ago. His father had long since fixed that comparison.
Upon hearing the flurry of footsteps and screaming once more, Jasper would sigh and set the violin on the bench beside him. Then standing and jogging to the doorway of the music room, he would open the door and look out just as the two came his way. At this, he would close the door and ready himself best he could for them to near. Knees bent, upper body leaned forward slightly, he would wait quietly. Once they were a couple of yards away, he dove straight forward full-force. "Zamir, stop this nonsense!" he yelled over Samuel, arms wrapping firmly around Zamir's waist as the three of them began to tip backwards. Naturally, the human totem pole could only fall further back.
Last edited by Arc Angel; 06-14-2012 at 12:26 AM..
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