нeιgнт dιғғerenceѕ {cloѕed ѕтarтer}
It was small things that Demios noticed about Gilbert since she had become human. Small things like how he would make his coffee in the morning or how relaxed he looked when he cooked, or even how he reacted to certain things.
The one thing that always bothered her though, was his height.
Yes, Vincent was half a foot taller than her– but there was just something about Gilbert being on the upper side of being nearly an entire foot taller that made her seethe. One of those times was in the present; Demios was seated on the couch with an open book in her lap, but was she reading it? Of course not. She was looking at the ravenette’s back as he reached for items high in the cupboards above his head. Sanguine orbs reflected the irritation she felt– she used to be the one towering above others in her skeletal form.
With that thought dominating her mind, Demios closed the book with a loud ‘thump’ and catapulted the rather heavy item in his general direction.
His eyes fixated on the meal he had been preparing, thinking of nothing much when the sound of a book being slammed shut had sounded. Completely oblivious by the fact he was being watched, his hands worked with ease, knowing where a spice was located & everything needed was all in grasping distance so that he would never need to leave the food unattended ( making him a sitting duck for whatever Demios had in mind ).
The poor valet had absolutely no clue what was going on from behind him, luckily the flying object has missed him & collided against the wall causing for him to jump & the book to knock objects from the counter. “–!!?” after recovering from his shock the noir snapped his head in the Chain’s general direction. Knowing damn well it was her responsible for launching a fucking book at him & nearly smacking him in the head with it. Golden optics then fall to the pots & pans that had fallen to the floor ( some of the contents in one of the pots spilled all over the floor ).
& he certainly wasn’t happy with this. Not in the least. “Demios!”
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It didn’t matter that he had been in the process of cooking; Demios acted how she wanted, when she wanted. Her gaze...
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