Snippet #1206851

When Marceline drank from the small cup and placed it back down, Giles set it aside atop one of the gleaming wardrobes and smiled softly. The teas were always planned ahead of time, to her suiting’s and he was pleased that she enjoyed it every morning. It seemed the routine was fitting, soon he would help her dress and escort her to the dining area where she would have her breakfast. He hadn't bothered ordering the cook to make the food because he could prepare it in no time at all, with no chance of mistakes—humans were so prone to them. Sometimes he wondered why there were so many servants in the mansion when he alone could serve all of Marceline's needs. Perhaps it was just to keep up with appearances? It would seem strange if only two people lived in a lavish mansion, without need of other “servants.” The only one who he actually didn't mind was the gardener, because she didn't mess things up and didn't complain. Those were two things most of the Fitzgerald residences did most: complain, and mess things up.

“I'm glad you like it,” The demon purred, straightening as Marceline slid off of the huge bed. It seemed silly that such a small girl needed such a massive bed, but he found it fitting. The schedule had already been planned in advance, Marceline had a busy day ahead of her. Being the head of a very prosperous toy company had its ups and downs, most of the time the young master had to surround herself with old people talking business or stealing profits from others. They were inconspicuous in the way they worked and successful, his lady was often underestimated by others because of her age but when it came to business she could be ruthless. Her pride was legendary, and they both shared similar views. It was the reason why they got along so well, in spite of the fact that she'd signed a contract for her soul to be given to him when her end was complete. Sometimes, it was easily forgotten. “The new convention hall is opening today, we'd have to attend the opening ceremony. I think some of your competition will be present as well,” Giles explained, frowning slightly. “And then, I think you have to meet with some of the other rich families. I believe some of them may even be your age.”

Now that he thought of it, Marceline hadn't really been around anyone her age in a long time. She was surrounded by older folks, leering at her—some men weren't pleasant, some had greedy eyes and fingers, and he made sure that when he was done with them, their hands were gone. Disappearances were often caused by him, if anyone bothered his master, they would be dealt with accordingly. When the young girl sighed, he strode towards her vast closet and fished expertly through her many outfits. She'd need something dazzling, something without ruffles and something risque for the day—it didn't matter what she wore, honestly, she always drew attention. Once he found the outfit he'd been looking for, he held it up and found her staring at his choker. He slowly dropped down on one of his knees and smiled up at her, she was a petite girl—not even much taller than him when he was kneeling. “My body and soul belongs to you, my Lady,” Giles told her, touching his gloved hand to his choker. “Why don't you wear this today?”

Most of the time, Giles wore kimono's because Marceline said it suited him and he didn't mind. His silky golden locks were pulled into a bun with a scarlet ribbon. The suit he wore today was crisp, with the white sleeves rolled to his elbows. Dress up was a frequent game that was played, and he did his best to look as masculine as he could. Marceline seemed to like his long hair so he never bothered to change it.