The Faustian Contract (1x1 Kuroshitsuji rp Bree and Claude Faustus)

[Claude Faustus]

(I don't know whether you prefer 1st or 3rd person, feel free to change it if you prefer 3rd!)


I walked into my mistress' bedroom as I did every morning, carrying a silver tray with her tea upon it. Placing it on her bedside table, I walked over to the long curtains that were drawn, letting only a little daylight into the room.


'My lady, it is time to wake up.' I said as I pulled them back, revealing the sunlight (that now seemed a little too bright in the previously darkened room) shining above the estate's large garden.

 

[Bree]

Genevieve felt the light his the back of her eyelids as if it was a searing coal. She groaned rather loudly and pulled a fluffy pillow over her face. "The sun needs to learn when it is not wanted. Wouldn't you agree, Cyrus?" The spoiled young girl mumbled from behind the pillow, her voice still laced with sleep. After a minute of laying there, she moved the pillow away, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, and sat up. "What tea is it today?" Her favorite way to wake up in the morning was with something different.

 

[Claude Faustus]

'I would indeed agree with you, My Lady and today's tea is Assam with added milk, I hope that it is to your liking'


After pouring the tea into a small, elegantly decorated cup, he passed it to Genevieve.

 

[Bree]

"Sounds suitable. What's for breakfast?" Genevieve swung her legs over to the edge of the bed and poked her toes out of the dangling edge of the comforter. She looked over the butler as she did practically everyday, intrigued at how well he was able to take on a human facade. Her staring was always silent and unwavering for a minute or so before she would blink and divert her attention and thoughts to something more productive. "Hope it's good. Breakfast always decided how the day will end."

 

[Claude Faustus]

'Of course, my lady. Today's breakfast is poached salmon, mint salad, with sides of scones and toast. I hope that it is to your liking.'


Cyrus adjusted his glasses a little while still standing in a spot near to his mistress' bed, not too close yet not too far away, as always.