Snippet #2365080

Sabine Marx

For a few moments she was struck dumb, it seemed. She moved herself backwards, away, but still she stared. She made a mumbled response to his greeting, likely still internally collecting herself. As she sat up, holding the edge of the sheets to her chest, he could see her buzz to life. Just took her a few minutes, did it? That little smile told him she was back to regular spirits, no matter how surprised she was. He made a faint sound in agreement. "You didn't give me much choice in the matter," He said, the teasing bite of his words lost as his mind drifted off to other things as the state of the room.

She apparently hadn't been paying much attention to him, if that glare said anything at all. Other wise she would have been more prepared. Ah, it was her fault though. He had warned her after all. And he did have to deal with Lena. The longer he kept the little servant the more she'd work herself up, and that wasn't good for her, the little bird. It seemed that he'd set her off though, as she rose with a snark and stalked off and slammed the bathroom door behind her. Sabine smirked slightly as he watched her go. Oh, someone was in a downright nasty mood this morning. At least they were back to normal dynamics. He didn't have to worry about arguing with her, that was harmless. But really, he couldn't have this other...misconduct. It was a problem.

He heard Sapphire open the tap,and he turned his gaze to Lena, who was standing, a full flush smeared across her face, Her eyes were a bit wide as well. Her mouth wasn't hanging open this time though; a good thing. That really was a bad habit of hers, wasn't it. They'd correct that problem later. He examined her as her eyes roved the room. She seemed near as flustered as Sapphire had been in the moments after she woke up. For different reasons though. There were tinges of distress in the servant as well. Huh. Had those always been there, or was she just working herself up into a right state now? No matter.

He made a vague gesture towards the extent of the mess of discarded articles of clothing as he decided just what to do with Sapphire's orange dress and the rest of her things. Might as well clean them up. He doubted that he'd receive any gratitude from her, but then again, that really was an unrealistic thought. "You may wash Miss Parker's clothing as well, Lena." He said, not elaborating. Honestly, that wasn't one of his larger problems to deal with at the moment, it would be best just to get the mess off the floor. And if she found it absolutely necessary to dress after she emerged from the bathroom, Lena could just go fetch something of her size for her to wear temporarily. No big deal.

Sabine wasn't in the best state, but there was no current opportunity to wash up. He could push it off until later anyway. It wasn't like he was entertaining guests or anything. He just needed some air. Try to salvage some of his morning routine. It had already been shattered to pieces, but it was worth the effort, wasn't it? He dressed loosely, not even bothering to button the shirt up past the third button, and pushed the drapes away from the balcony door so he could stand outside. The sun was mid-morning warm and inviting. Calming. Sabine wrapped his fingers around the railing of the little alcove-like balcony and closed his eyes, tilting his chin up slightly.

Really, everything would turn out fine. This was merely a little hiccup. A nice hiccup,there was nothing wrong with it, but it disturbed the household. Or at least, it made Lena exceedingly flustered, and that was really the only piece of the servant sector he really paid much attention to. Sapphire was just a bit of fun, that was all. A little game. Just a tiny bit of time among the years and years of his life. He just needed to retain his balance. He could think everything over later, he just needed to remain balanced for now. Not that he could become truly angry at Sapphire, but anger in general wasn't a good attribute to even entertain, much less harbor in such quantities. especially where there was no evident direction to the anger. He'd dealt with these things for a long time now, he could handle them now. For now he could put them out of his mind. Everything but the current moment. Then everything would be fine, yes.

Standing completely still, the sun on his face, helped Sabine organize his thoughts immensely. And it was pleasant; familiar. He was a creature of habit, after all. And the warmth was crisp, not sticky. It was cleansing of its own right.