I wipe away the mansion's dirt!

"The housemaid shall purge the filth from this manor!"
Independent RP blog for Mey Rin from Kuroshitsuji. The artwork is not mine, but most of the icons are edited by me. I will RP with anyone, Kuro or non-Kuro, OC or canon. Don't be afraid to shoot me a message!
*semi-hiatus*

reapergrellsutcliff:

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((The original art can be found here - RED MOON by エミ - Please go show the artist some love! - Do not remove the artist-source information!))

Stranger in a Strange Land (Closed RP: entreri-artemis & thephantomhivemaid)

entreri-artemis:

Out of the corner of his eyes, Entreri notes a slight motion, and he turns his gaze to find Meyrin still standing at the doorway. Although she has adopted an upright posture that nobility would describe as “appropriate”, the astute man can tell that she had moved an almost imperceptible amount just now. The assassin reads concern in the woman’s features, causing him to wonder for a heartbeat if he should make use of the information he has garnered from observing the doctor. However, noting that other than the tightening of her face, the rest of her body remains relaxed, Entreri concludes that she was going to act on some concern for him, but evidently reconsidered. The thought perplexes him somewhat.

He manages a smile conveying something like reassurance towards Meyrin, then turns his attention back to the other man in the room. He considers the odd trinket that the doctor pulls out, his puzzlement growing as the other man stares at it quietly for many breaths. In the silence, the assassin picks out faint regular ticking noises, sounding out in a cadence separate from that of his heartbeats. Listening to both, he realizes that the lack of synchronicity between the two rhythms is different from the mismatch between how quickly his heart beats and the ticks of the time pieces of his origin. The doctor’s words cut through the silence, his first statement unexpectedly making sense of Entreri’s observations, and the ensuing words dispelling any clarity the previous ones brought. The confused assassin does manage to sort out that the doctor’s metallic and shiny trinket is a timepiece of this land, and that the length of the smallest intervals of time of this place is different from that which he is used to. Entreri curses himself for his momentary disorientation, as this fact should have been hardly surprising, for he had already established earlier a similar fact with Meyrin regarding weeks and tendays.

There isn’t much he can do but nod at what ever a “pulmonary obstruction” might be, as his anatomical knowledge and techniques of assassination would call that “a dagger”. His jaw however does tighten as the other man mentions his complexion. He breathes an internal sigh of relief when his examiner does not seem interested in pursuing the topic. Entreri had spun up a dozen possible ways to explain his appearance, however having seen that corpses in this place do not look any different from other ones he has seen in the past, he doubts that he could easily convince a person who undoubtedly also has a fair amount of experience with the dead that his pallor is anything but unnatural.

The assassin stops himself from wincing at Meyrin’s clumsiness, knowing that it, at least to some degree, is intentional. Still, he has to applaud the odd maid for her utter devotion to her guise. Her look of embarrassment appears genuine even to his trained eyes, making him wonder at the degree of truth in it. He watches her lay out various items, recognizing them by the general gist. He doesn’t fully comprehend her question, but works it out enough to answer, “Not to my knowledge.”

Meyrin nods, smiles, and looks to the doctor as he removes his stethoscope and sets it back in his briefcase, withdrawing a pair of thin rubber gloves similar to the ones Meyrin wore.

"This may seem a bit odd," the doctor began to explain as he put on the gloves, "but new studies have found that wearing these decreases the possibility of infection more significantly than utilizing the usual solution to sterilize one’s hands." He smiled as he finished, believing he’d been thorough enough in his explanation. 

Meyrin watched the doctor as he worked. 

"I apologize for making you work again Miss Meyrin," the doctor began again, "there’s been many incidents of strange assaults in the city lately. Many have been injured, so my usual nurse has her hands full and could not accompany me."

This was news to Meyrin, so she paid close attention. “What has been happening?”

The doctor proceeded to withdraw the scissors from the tray, “I’m going to change your dressing,” he said to Entreri. He appeared to be focusing on carefully cutting the edges, careful not to touch Entreri’s skin, and to be ignoring Meyrin’s question for a few moments. This would have annoyed the maid had she not known his mannerisms. The doctor liked to pause at times, for dramatic effect. 

It was not until he finished cutting the wrappings that he began to answer her question.

"I can’t explain," he set the scissors back on the tray and picked up small surgical tongs to begin to carefully lift the gauze covering the actual wound. 

"People have been showing up with odd lacerations on their bodies. It’s the strangest thing…" he trailed off, carefully beginning to lift the gauze. The doctor wanted to comment on what good physical shape this foreigner seemed to be in, but he had to remind himself that he was at the Phantomhive mansion, and Earl Phantomhive was not a fan of questions.

"Mr. Entreri, on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most physical pain you’ve ever felt and 1 being the least, what would you say is your level of pain at this moment?" 

kuroshitsuji:

 "There was nothing!"
The maid replied with a small, playful smirk, "Not at all."
thephantomhivemaid

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

"Good. I was afraid I had caused trouble for you Miss Mey. Is there still a room for me here? Or did I forfeit that after I left that morning?" Even with the slight emotional undertone in his question Drizzt’s grin only grew.

Meyrin understood that he’d had to leave sooner or later, and she’d built enough defenses throughout her life so as not to let that bother her. She was still glad to see him again, and most importantly, alive. She simply shook her head at his initial statement.

"That depends, Mr. Drizzt, are you asking for your old room or mine?"

The maids response left his face feeling so warm he had to look away for a moment before regaining his composure. “In all honesty…. Either would suffice.” He turned back to her once more and his smile this time was playful with maybe a hint of nostalgia.

She looked him up and down. Maybe he could see through the glasses, maybe not, but what she was glancing at was how tired he looked. Like he had traveled much. Her playful smirk did not waver. 

She shrugged noncommittally. “I s’pose we could always use more muscle around the mansion.”

The moment that passed as he waited for an answer reminded the former ranger just how sore he was from the constant days of traveling with only a half a days worth of rest in between. Her almost uncaring answer told him all he had wanted. “I can’t say that’s the most pleasant answer I’ve received from you but it pleases me quite a bit. When can I start?”

Her smile widened, though she could not explain why. Of course she would not turn him away, but the fact that he thought that was a possibility was a little entertaining to the young maid.

"Well, you’re no good if you’re all tired, are you? Perhaps you should rest for now. Come in, have dinner. Tell me all about why you had to leave that specific morning of all mornings, that sort of thing," she let him sit with that for a moment or so before she rushed up to the tired drow and embraced him —a friendly embrace.

"It’s good to you see you again Drizzt," she added, warmly this time.

The word “Dinner” evoked such a strong physical reaction that for a moment he thought he could have died happy. A nice conversation with the lovely maid was a bonus the drow was grateful for. Before anything witty could have exited his mouth though, Mey’s embrace caught him off guard, in the best way possible of course.

"It’s good to see you as well. I’ve missed your company." He returned her embrace and closed his eyes both because the memories that came flooding back and that he was dead tired. "Now before I faint I think I should get some food into me."

"Well come on then," she separated from the embrace and led him in. As they walked through the gardens she thought about whether anybody would have a problem with this. She was just the help after all. "I will talk to Tanaka about your return, see what kind of work he has for you," she added. 

As they walked inside, Meyrin decided to strike up the conversation again. “Tell me everything about your travels!” she requested excitedly.

"Hello, Mey Rin. Long time, no see."
yellow-eyed-esper

yellow-eyed-esper:

thephantomhivemaid:

"Hello there Mr. Nathan!! How are you?"

"Great. How have you been?"

"I’ve been well, thank you for asking. What brings you to the Phantomhive mansion on this lovely day?"

Master
just-a-simple-servant

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

First person to say ‘Master’ owns my muse as a slave for five days.

Blindfolded and with her wrists tied, Meyrin forced her feet to move as carefully as possible given the circumstances. She didn’t know where she was going or to whom, but she was to remain there for five days. She could only hope her new temporary master was not too perverse.

There was a soft chuckle from the boy. “Hello there, my dear. What is your name?” he asked.

She still could not see, but the voice she heard sent chills up her spine. “M-Meyrin, sir.”

He smiled, not that she could see. “Hello, Meyrin. It looks like I’ll be your new Master for a while.” he taunted. “You will do everything I say without question, or you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

She turned her head in the direction of the voice, her throat suddenly feeling dry. “Yes, sir,” she said firmly.

The boy paced around the maid slowly. “Good.” he said, before removing her blindfolds. “I’m sure the two of us will be good friends, Meyrin.” the boy teased.

Not knowing what to say to that, she remained silent. The maid pursed her lips and waited for whatever was to come next.

He laughed quietly. “What’s the matter, slave? Have you lost your voice?” he taunted.

"N-No sir…" she responded, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her wrists were becoming sore, and she was having some mild difficulty keeping herself collected. For a woman whose main asset was her sight, not being able to see was very anxiety provoking.

(BRB. DINNER!!)

"Hello, Mey Rin. Long time, no see."
yellow-eyed-esper

"Hello there Mr. Nathan!! How are you?"

Master
just-a-simple-servant

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

First person to say ‘Master’ owns my muse as a slave for five days.

Blindfolded and with her wrists tied, Meyrin forced her feet to move as carefully as possible given the circumstances. She didn’t know where she was going or to whom, but she was to remain there for five days. She could only hope her new temporary master was not too perverse.

There was a soft chuckle from the boy. “Hello there, my dear. What is your name?” he asked.

She still could not see, but the voice she heard sent chills up her spine. “M-Meyrin, sir.”

He smiled, not that she could see. “Hello, Meyrin. It looks like I’ll be your new Master for a while.” he taunted. “You will do everything I say without question, or you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

She turned her head in the direction of the voice, her throat suddenly feeling dry. “Yes, sir,” she said firmly.

The boy paced around the maid slowly. “Good.” he said, before removing her blindfolds. “I’m sure the two of us will be good friends, Meyrin.” the boy teased.

Not knowing what to say to that, she remained silent. The maid pursed her lips and waited for whatever was to come next.

The maid replied with a small, playful smirk, "Not at all."
thephantomhivemaid

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

"Good. I was afraid I had caused trouble for you Miss Mey. Is there still a room for me here? Or did I forfeit that after I left that morning?" Even with the slight emotional undertone in his question Drizzt’s grin only grew.

Meyrin understood that he’d had to leave sooner or later, and she’d built enough defenses throughout her life so as not to let that bother her. She was still glad to see him again, and most importantly, alive. She simply shook her head at his initial statement.

"That depends, Mr. Drizzt, are you asking for your old room or mine?"

The maids response left his face feeling so warm he had to look away for a moment before regaining his composure. “In all honesty…. Either would suffice.” He turned back to her once more and his smile this time was playful with maybe a hint of nostalgia.

She looked him up and down. Maybe he could see through the glasses, maybe not, but what she was glancing at was how tired he looked. Like he had traveled much. Her playful smirk did not waver. 

She shrugged noncommittally. “I s’pose we could always use more muscle around the mansion.”

The moment that passed as he waited for an answer reminded the former ranger just how sore he was from the constant days of traveling with only a half a days worth of rest in between. Her almost uncaring answer told him all he had wanted. “I can’t say that’s the most pleasant answer I’ve received from you but it pleases me quite a bit. When can I start?”

Her smile widened, though she could not explain why. Of course she would not turn him away, but the fact that he thought that was a possibility was a little entertaining to the young maid.

"Well, you’re no good if you’re all tired, are you? Perhaps you should rest for now. Come in, have dinner. Tell me all about why you had to leave that specific morning of all mornings, that sort of thing," she let him sit with that for a moment or so before she rushed up to the tired drow and embraced him —a friendly embrace.

"It’s good to you see you again Drizzt," she added, warmly this time.

@faustiancontracts

faustiancontracts:

thephantomhivemaid:

It was embarrassing enough for the young maid to have to speak to the butler, much more so to have to ask for something. She simply was not used to asking for things. Sebastian and the Young Master did so much for her already…

Even so, this was part of her duty, and she needed to fulfill this request.

She was sure the butler probably knew she was approaching him as she walked down the hallway, but she cleared her throat anyway to ‘alert’ him.

"P-Pardon, Sebastian? I-I need to speak with you."

The demon butler had just finished dropping of the young master a large stack of mail and helping the boy go through them. Now it was time for the little Earl to make some phone calls and conduct business, all of which Sebastian was not needed for. And so the butler had quietly slipped away and planned on supervising the others and beginning lunch preparations.

He had been heading over to the kitchen when Mey-Rin timidly called after him. There was no panic within her voice or wailing, so he doubted there was a minor disaster, which was rather pleasing. Sebastian blinked and stopped, turning towards the maid and smiling politely.

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"Yes, Mey-Rin?" the man inquired. It wasn’t often the maid asked to speak with Sebastian, and so he opened his eyes and looked down at her in slight concern. As much as the servants irked him on a regular basis, it would not do for them to be troubled. An orderly manor needed its staff in order and at the top of their game. And it wasn’t as though he had anything particularly pressing to do at the moment. He had the time to talk to Mey-Rin, and, even if he didn’t, he would have made the time. Just like with everyone else. It was part of his duty as the Phantomhive butler, after all.

Sebastian tilted his head and asked with a soft tone, “Is everything alright? What is it that you wish to discuss?”

"Um.." she cleared her throat, "I was h-hoping we could discuss m-my um, shotgun supply…" she began. 

Oh god, she felt like such a spoiled maid, selfishly asking the butler to upgrade her equipment. But if she thought of it in a different way, it had been used so many times in the few years she had been here, and she could not protect the Young Master properly if whoever came looking to harm him had better weapons than she.

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"Um… There’s nothing wrong with what I have of course!" she exclaimed, "It’s just that I’ve noticed lately, our um, ‘visitors’” she hoped he understood her ‘code word for attackers, “have carried some newer items. I was hoping w-we could… um, maybe take a look at.. upgrading our inventory?”

"Hey there." [don't judge me I ship it]
thedauperhuntress

(:D!!!)

!!!" Meyrin did not have a chance for words before she felt the strength of the young woman’s muscles pinning her against the nearest wall, quickly followed by lips that felt much softer than she’d have thought. 

The initial shock had the maid’s eyes flared wide open, but she didn’t try to get away. She found that she soon relaxed into the position, closed her eyes, and reciprocated the other’s kiss.

The maid replied with a small, playful smirk, "Not at all."
thephantomhivemaid

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

"Good. I was afraid I had caused trouble for you Miss Mey. Is there still a room for me here? Or did I forfeit that after I left that morning?" Even with the slight emotional undertone in his question Drizzt’s grin only grew.

Meyrin understood that he’d had to leave sooner or later, and she’d built enough defenses throughout her life so as not to let that bother her. She was still glad to see him again, and most importantly, alive. She simply shook her head at his initial statement.

"That depends, Mr. Drizzt, are you asking for your old room or mine?"

The maids response left his face feeling so warm he had to look away for a moment before regaining his composure. “In all honesty…. Either would suffice.” He turned back to her once more and his smile this time was playful with maybe a hint of nostalgia.

She looked him up and down. Maybe he could see through the glasses, maybe not, but what she was glancing at was how tired he looked. Like he had traveled much. Her playful smirk did not waver. 

She shrugged noncommittally. “I s’pose we could always use more muscle around the mansion.”

Send “Hey there” to pin my character against the wall and kiss them.

memesforu:

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Master
just-a-simple-servant

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

First person to say ‘Master’ owns my muse as a slave for five days.

Blindfolded and with her wrists tied, Meyrin forced her feet to move as carefully as possible given the circumstances. She didn’t know where she was going or to whom, but she was to remain there for five days. She could only hope her new temporary master was not too perverse.

There was a soft chuckle from the boy. “Hello there, my dear. What is your name?” he asked.

She still could not see, but the voice she heard sent chills up her spine. “M-Meyrin, sir.”

He smiled, not that she could see. “Hello, Meyrin. It looks like I’ll be your new Master for a while.” he taunted. “You will do everything I say without question, or you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

She turned her head in the direction of the voice, her throat suddenly feeling dry. “Yes, sir,” she said firmly.

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I wipe away the mansion's dirt!

"The housemaid shall purge the filth from this manor!"
Independent RP blog for Mey Rin from Kuroshitsuji. The artwork is not mine, but most of the icons are edited by me. I will RP with anyone, Kuro or non-Kuro, OC or canon. Don't be afraid to shoot me a message!
*semi-hiatus*

reapergrellsutcliff:

<3

((The original art can be found here - RED MOON by エミ - Please go show the artist some love! - Do not remove the artist-source information!))

Stranger in a Strange Land (Closed RP: entreri-artemis & thephantomhivemaid)

entreri-artemis:

Out of the corner of his eyes, Entreri notes a slight motion, and he turns his gaze to find Meyrin still standing at the doorway. Although she has adopted an upright posture that nobility would describe as “appropriate”, the astute man can tell that she had moved an almost imperceptible amount just now. The assassin reads concern in the woman’s features, causing him to wonder for a heartbeat if he should make use of the information he has garnered from observing the doctor. However, noting that other than the tightening of her face, the rest of her body remains relaxed, Entreri concludes that she was going to act on some concern for him, but evidently reconsidered. The thought perplexes him somewhat.

He manages a smile conveying something like reassurance towards Meyrin, then turns his attention back to the other man in the room. He considers the odd trinket that the doctor pulls out, his puzzlement growing as the other man stares at it quietly for many breaths. In the silence, the assassin picks out faint regular ticking noises, sounding out in a cadence separate from that of his heartbeats. Listening to both, he realizes that the lack of synchronicity between the two rhythms is different from the mismatch between how quickly his heart beats and the ticks of the time pieces of his origin. The doctor’s words cut through the silence, his first statement unexpectedly making sense of Entreri’s observations, and the ensuing words dispelling any clarity the previous ones brought. The confused assassin does manage to sort out that the doctor’s metallic and shiny trinket is a timepiece of this land, and that the length of the smallest intervals of time of this place is different from that which he is used to. Entreri curses himself for his momentary disorientation, as this fact should have been hardly surprising, for he had already established earlier a similar fact with Meyrin regarding weeks and tendays.

There isn’t much he can do but nod at what ever a “pulmonary obstruction” might be, as his anatomical knowledge and techniques of assassination would call that “a dagger”. His jaw however does tighten as the other man mentions his complexion. He breathes an internal sigh of relief when his examiner does not seem interested in pursuing the topic. Entreri had spun up a dozen possible ways to explain his appearance, however having seen that corpses in this place do not look any different from other ones he has seen in the past, he doubts that he could easily convince a person who undoubtedly also has a fair amount of experience with the dead that his pallor is anything but unnatural.

The assassin stops himself from wincing at Meyrin’s clumsiness, knowing that it, at least to some degree, is intentional. Still, he has to applaud the odd maid for her utter devotion to her guise. Her look of embarrassment appears genuine even to his trained eyes, making him wonder at the degree of truth in it. He watches her lay out various items, recognizing them by the general gist. He doesn’t fully comprehend her question, but works it out enough to answer, “Not to my knowledge.”

Meyrin nods, smiles, and looks to the doctor as he removes his stethoscope and sets it back in his briefcase, withdrawing a pair of thin rubber gloves similar to the ones Meyrin wore.

"This may seem a bit odd," the doctor began to explain as he put on the gloves, "but new studies have found that wearing these decreases the possibility of infection more significantly than utilizing the usual solution to sterilize one’s hands." He smiled as he finished, believing he’d been thorough enough in his explanation. 

Meyrin watched the doctor as he worked. 

"I apologize for making you work again Miss Meyrin," the doctor began again, "there’s been many incidents of strange assaults in the city lately. Many have been injured, so my usual nurse has her hands full and could not accompany me."

This was news to Meyrin, so she paid close attention. “What has been happening?”

The doctor proceeded to withdraw the scissors from the tray, “I’m going to change your dressing,” he said to Entreri. He appeared to be focusing on carefully cutting the edges, careful not to touch Entreri’s skin, and to be ignoring Meyrin’s question for a few moments. This would have annoyed the maid had she not known his mannerisms. The doctor liked to pause at times, for dramatic effect. 

It was not until he finished cutting the wrappings that he began to answer her question.

"I can’t explain," he set the scissors back on the tray and picked up small surgical tongs to begin to carefully lift the gauze covering the actual wound. 

"People have been showing up with odd lacerations on their bodies. It’s the strangest thing…" he trailed off, carefully beginning to lift the gauze. The doctor wanted to comment on what good physical shape this foreigner seemed to be in, but he had to remind himself that he was at the Phantomhive mansion, and Earl Phantomhive was not a fan of questions.

"Mr. Entreri, on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most physical pain you’ve ever felt and 1 being the least, what would you say is your level of pain at this moment?" 

kuroshitsuji:

 "There was nothing!"
The maid replied with a small, playful smirk, "Not at all."
thephantomhivemaid

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

drizztofmenzoberranzan:

"Good. I was afraid I had caused trouble for you Miss Mey. Is there still a room for me here? Or did I forfeit that after I left that morning?" Even with the slight emotional undertone in his question Drizzt’s grin only grew.

Meyrin understood that he’d had to leave sooner or later, and she’d built enough defenses throughout her life so as not to let that bother her. She was still glad to see him again, and most importantly, alive. She simply shook her head at his initial statement.

"That depends, Mr. Drizzt, are you asking for your old room or mine?"

The maids response left his face feeling so warm he had to look away for a moment before regaining his composure. “In all honesty…. Either would suffice.” He turned back to her once more and his smile this time was playful with maybe a hint of nostalgia.

She looked him up and down. Maybe he could see through the glasses, maybe not, but what she was glancing at was how tired he looked. Like he had traveled much. Her playful smirk did not waver. 

She shrugged noncommittally. “I s’pose we could always use more muscle around the mansion.”

The moment that passed as he waited for an answer reminded the former ranger just how sore he was from the constant days of traveling with only a half a days worth of rest in between. Her almost uncaring answer told him all he had wanted. “I can’t say that’s the most pleasant answer I’ve received from you but it pleases me quite a bit. When can I start?”

Her smile widened, though she could not explain why. Of course she would not turn him away, but the fact that he thought that was a possibility was a little entertaining to the young maid.

"Well, you’re no good if you’re all tired, are you? Perhaps you should rest for now. Come in, have dinner. Tell me all about why you had to leave that specific morning of all mornings, that sort of thing," she let him sit with that for a moment or so before she rushed up to the tired drow and embraced him —a friendly embrace.

"It’s good to you see you again Drizzt," she added, warmly this time.

The word “Dinner” evoked such a strong physical reaction that for a moment he thought he could have died happy. A nice conversation with the lovely maid was a bonus the drow was grateful for. Before anything witty could have exited his mouth though, Mey’s embrace caught him off guard, in the best way possible of course.

"It’s good to see you as well. I’ve missed your company." He returned her embrace and closed his eyes both because the memories that came flooding back and that he was dead tired. "Now before I faint I think I should get some food into me."

"Well come on then," she separated from the embrace and led him in. As they walked through the gardens she thought about whether anybody would have a problem with this. She was just the help after all. "I will talk to Tanaka about your return, see what kind of work he has for you," she added. 

As they walked inside, Meyrin decided to strike up the conversation again. “Tell me everything about your travels!” she requested excitedly.

"Hello, Mey Rin. Long time, no see."
yellow-eyed-esper

yellow-eyed-esper:

thephantomhivemaid:

"Hello there Mr. Nathan!! How are you?"

"Great. How have you been?"

"I’ve been well, thank you for asking. What brings you to the Phantomhive mansion on this lovely day?"

Master
just-a-simple-servant

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

First person to say ‘Master’ owns my muse as a slave for five days.

Blindfolded and with her wrists tied, Meyrin forced her feet to move as carefully as possible given the circumstances. She didn’t know where she was going or to whom, but she was to remain there for five days. She could only hope her new temporary master was not too perverse.

There was a soft chuckle from the boy. “Hello there, my dear. What is your name?” he asked.

She still could not see, but the voice she heard sent chills up her spine. “M-Meyrin, sir.”

He smiled, not that she could see. “Hello, Meyrin. It looks like I’ll be your new Master for a while.” he taunted. “You will do everything I say without question, or you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

She turned her head in the direction of the voice, her throat suddenly feeling dry. “Yes, sir,” she said firmly.

The boy paced around the maid slowly. “Good.” he said, before removing her blindfolds. “I’m sure the two of us will be good friends, Meyrin.” the boy teased.

Not knowing what to say to that, she remained silent. The maid pursed her lips and waited for whatever was to come next.

He laughed quietly. “What’s the matter, slave? Have you lost your voice?” he taunted.

"N-No sir…" she responded, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her wrists were becoming sore, and she was having some mild difficulty keeping herself collected. For a woman whose main asset was her sight, not being able to see was very anxiety provoking.

(BRB. DINNER!!)

"Hello, Mey Rin. Long time, no see."
yellow-eyed-esper

"Hello there Mr. Nathan!! How are you?"

Master
just-a-simple-servant

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

just-a-simple-servant:

thephantomhivemaid:

First person to say ‘Master’ owns my muse as a slave for five days.

Blindfolded and with her wrists tied, Meyrin forced her feet to move as carefully as possible given the circumstances. She didn’t know where she was going or to whom, but she was to remain there for five days. She could only hope her new temporary master was not too perverse.

There was a soft chuckle from the boy. “Hello there, my dear. What is your name?” he asked.

She still could not see, but the voice she heard sent chills up her spine. “M-Meyrin, sir.”

He smiled, not that she could see. “Hello, Meyrin. It looks like I’ll be your new Master for a while.” he taunted. “You will do everything I say without question, or you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

She turned her head in the direction of the voice, her throat suddenly feeling dry. “Yes, sir,” she said firmly.

The boy paced around the maid slowly. “Good.” he said, before removing her blindfolds. “I’m sure the two of us will be good friends, Meyrin.” the boy teased.

Not knowing what to say to that, she remained silent. The maid pursed her lips and waited for whatever was to come next.

The maid replied with a small, playful smirk, "Not at all."
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"Good. I was afraid I had caused trouble for you Miss Mey. Is there still a room for me here? Or did I forfeit that after I left that morning?" Even with the slight emotional undertone in his question Drizzt’s grin only grew.

Meyrin understood that he’d had to leave sooner or later, and she’d built enough defenses throughout her life so as not to let that bother her. She was still glad to see him again, and most importantly, alive. She simply shook her head at his initial statement.

"That depends, Mr. Drizzt, are you asking for your old room or mine?"

The maids response left his face feeling so warm he had to look away for a moment before regaining his composure. “In all honesty…. Either would suffice.” He turned back to her once more and his smile this time was playful with maybe a hint of nostalgia.

She looked him up and down. Maybe he could see through the glasses, maybe not, but what she was glancing at was how tired he looked. Like he had traveled much. Her playful smirk did not waver. 

She shrugged noncommittally. “I s’pose we could always use more muscle around the mansion.”

The moment that passed as he waited for an answer reminded the former ranger just how sore he was from the constant days of traveling with only a half a days worth of rest in between. Her almost uncaring answer told him all he had wanted. “I can’t say that’s the most pleasant answer I’ve received from you but it pleases me quite a bit. When can I start?”

Her smile widened, though she could not explain why. Of course she would not turn him away, but the fact that he thought that was a possibility was a little entertaining to the young maid.

"Well, you’re no good if you’re all tired, are you? Perhaps you should rest for now. Come in, have dinner. Tell me all about why you had to leave that specific morning of all mornings, that sort of thing," she let him sit with that for a moment or so before she rushed up to the tired drow and embraced him —a friendly embrace.

"It’s good to you see you again Drizzt," she added, warmly this time.

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It was embarrassing enough for the young maid to have to speak to the butler, much more so to have to ask for something. She simply was not used to asking for things. Sebastian and the Young Master did so much for her already…

Even so, this was part of her duty, and she needed to fulfill this request.

She was sure the butler probably knew she was approaching him as she walked down the hallway, but she cleared her throat anyway to ‘alert’ him.

"P-Pardon, Sebastian? I-I need to speak with you."

The demon butler had just finished dropping of the young master a large stack of mail and helping the boy go through them. Now it was time for the little Earl to make some phone calls and conduct business, all of which Sebastian was not needed for. And so the butler had quietly slipped away and planned on supervising the others and beginning lunch preparations.

He had been heading over to the kitchen when Mey-Rin timidly called after him. There was no panic within her voice or wailing, so he doubted there was a minor disaster, which was rather pleasing. Sebastian blinked and stopped, turning towards the maid and smiling politely.

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"Yes, Mey-Rin?" the man inquired. It wasn’t often the maid asked to speak with Sebastian, and so he opened his eyes and looked down at her in slight concern. As much as the servants irked him on a regular basis, it would not do for them to be troubled. An orderly manor needed its staff in order and at the top of their game. And it wasn’t as though he had anything particularly pressing to do at the moment. He had the time to talk to Mey-Rin, and, even if he didn’t, he would have made the time. Just like with everyone else. It was part of his duty as the Phantomhive butler, after all.

Sebastian tilted his head and asked with a soft tone, “Is everything alright? What is it that you wish to discuss?”

"Um.." she cleared her throat, "I was h-hoping we could discuss m-my um, shotgun supply…" she began. 

Oh god, she felt like such a spoiled maid, selfishly asking the butler to upgrade her equipment. But if she thought of it in a different way, it had been used so many times in the few years she had been here, and she could not protect the Young Master properly if whoever came looking to harm him had better weapons than she.

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"Um… There’s nothing wrong with what I have of course!" she exclaimed, "It’s just that I’ve noticed lately, our um, ‘visitors’” she hoped he understood her ‘code word for attackers, “have carried some newer items. I was hoping w-we could… um, maybe take a look at.. upgrading our inventory?”

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!!!" Meyrin did not have a chance for words before she felt the strength of the young woman’s muscles pinning her against the nearest wall, quickly followed by lips that felt much softer than she’d have thought. 

The initial shock had the maid’s eyes flared wide open, but she didn’t try to get away. She found that she soon relaxed into the position, closed her eyes, and reciprocated the other’s kiss.

The maid replied with a small, playful smirk, "Not at all."
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drizztofmenzoberranzan:

thephantomhivemaid:

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"Good. I was afraid I had caused trouble for you Miss Mey. Is there still a room for me here? Or did I forfeit that after I left that morning?" Even with the slight emotional undertone in his question Drizzt’s grin only grew.

Meyrin understood that he’d had to leave sooner or later, and she’d built enough defenses throughout her life so as not to let that bother her. She was still glad to see him again, and most importantly, alive. She simply shook her head at his initial statement.

"That depends, Mr. Drizzt, are you asking for your old room or mine?"

The maids response left his face feeling so warm he had to look away for a moment before regaining his composure. “In all honesty…. Either would suffice.” He turned back to her once more and his smile this time was playful with maybe a hint of nostalgia.

She looked him up and down. Maybe he could see through the glasses, maybe not, but what she was glancing at was how tired he looked. Like he had traveled much. Her playful smirk did not waver. 

She shrugged noncommittally. “I s’pose we could always use more muscle around the mansion.”

Send “Hey there” to pin my character against the wall and kiss them.

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First person to say ‘Master’ owns my muse as a slave for five days.

Blindfolded and with her wrists tied, Meyrin forced her feet to move as carefully as possible given the circumstances. She didn’t know where she was going or to whom, but she was to remain there for five days. She could only hope her new temporary master was not too perverse.

There was a soft chuckle from the boy. “Hello there, my dear. What is your name?” he asked.

She still could not see, but the voice she heard sent chills up her spine. “M-Meyrin, sir.”

He smiled, not that she could see. “Hello, Meyrin. It looks like I’ll be your new Master for a while.” he taunted. “You will do everything I say without question, or you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

She turned her head in the direction of the voice, her throat suddenly feeling dry. “Yes, sir,” she said firmly.

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