So long, my ---*SWEETS (c)

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Samael snickered, running down the hall and hiding behind the racks, holding the bowl of delectables in his hand as the cook chased him, throwing a spoon at his head as she yelled at him to give him his food back. He jumped off the shelves, ducking to aviod the spoon, but having no such luck, it bounced off his forehead, which caused him to step backways, right into someone's empty cart as they rolled back. He snickered, waving at the cook as she rolled her eyes and went to retrieve her spoon, leaving dear old Samael being escorted to the other end of the kitchen with a clean spoon and bowl of something (a good, cooked, nameless something) to accompany him halfway before it ended up in his stomach. He glanced up to the elderly pushing the cart and grinned sheepishly at her- his small, lithe frame allowing him the priviledge of a light weight, which ultimately allowed her to give him a ride to the less busy side of the place. When she arrived, she tipped the cart over, causing him to go askew, along with the items before she picked up a few dishes and headed back to the actual cooking side.

It was just another day at the lovely castle. After a few hours of looking for something to do, his stomach, with a loud grumble suggested him to perhaps die down and get something to eat. But how fun would it be to sit in his chambers to order and eat his food there? Why, that's no fun at all, besides, the cooks spent all days in the kitchens or doing other various work, their lives dominated by order and cleaniness, and it was up to Samael to change that- to give them something to look forward to when eh started to work- a good merry chase as he attempted to steal their food without using his magic. Fun no?

With a snort, he got up and fixed his clothes and hair, rubbing the spot where the spoon collided with skin absently. 'How rude!' he huffed at one of the servants there. Having always gone to the kitchen when he was bored- they were no stranger to his antics- after all, no one else treated them as well because maybe the occasional extra pay from Pandora, so they looked forward to his arrival (or so he had convinced himself), lugging trouble behind him as if they were merry friends. He scoffed as the rolled their eyes, one of them smacking the back of his head as they walked past, carrying what seemed to be melted chocolate. His amber eyes followed with intensity before his hand reached out for a taste, only to have it be slapped away. He arched a brow and went to sit down, leaning to the side importantly and crossing his leg so that one ankle rested on his knee, ordering a glass of red wine for himself as if he owned the place. However rude the words were, the smile that played on his lips made it clear that it was all in good fun- not that they would know if he was serious or not- he was never serious- it was something that everyone in the castle knew.

Leaning forward and taking up the bottle and glass with a nod, he simply watched the servants as the shuffled about with their work, a little fascinated- he could never cook; so it amazes him when he sees people start out with this and that (which aren't even edible), and make a dish that tasted like heaven within the course of just several hours- without magic for him to fall back on if he burned something or something combusting- he was useless. Jack-of-all-trades his ass. He would die in a kitchen.

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“Out! Out, out, out!” a large woman bellowed as she dragged Adelaide out of the kitchen by her arm. “I’ve told you a ‘undred times. Don’t come by ‘ere and eat all my food!” She was very mad, Adelaide could easily tell this because her face was starting to turn bright red. Her face always did this when she got mad. Del had been simply walking through the kitchen, minding her own business, when the woman grabbed her and started to drag her out of the kitchen. Or well, that was her version of how everything happened. If the lady told what happened she’d say something like, Del was eating all her food and hiding some in her dress so she got kicked out. The lady’s version might have been a bit more correct than Del’s. But, she hadn’t been hiding the food in her dress.


Del had been hungry, like she always was. She was always surprised she was able to eat so much and still stay as small as she was. She took it as a sign that she could eat as much as she wanted to. The kitchen staff had liked Del when she was younger. She would come into the kitchen with Dora and ask for food. They were young, and little so they always got some food. Then when she moved into the castle she started visiting the kitchen more and more. Her raids of the kitchen became more frequent around certain days of the year. The anniversary of her families’ death was one of the big ones. She could remember sitting in the corner of the kitchen last year, eating. And the large woman, the one who was currently dragging her out of the kitchen, found her sitting there. Del was surprised when the lady just looked at her and walked away. She had figured she was going to get yelled at again. So she was even more surprised when the lady came back with more food and Dora. She must have known something was wrong with her. From the way she looked or by the fact she wasn’t talking at all. The large lady and her certainly had an odd relationship, today it wasn’t good.


When the woman finally threw her out of the kitchen, Del immediately started thinking about ways to get back inside. She was not going to give up that quickly. She was still hungry and she had nothing better to do. There was a back entrance to the kitchen, so she would sneak in that way. When Del finally made it back into the kitchen she immediately looked around to find the large woman, making sure she stayed out of her sight. She ducked down as she walked by a wooden counter, just to be sure she couldn’t be seen. Once she got far enough away she straightened back up. She was at a good distance now that the woman, hopefully, shouldn’t spot her. Del snatched an apple from a large barrel in front of her. She brought the fruit up close to her nose and smiled as the familiar scent filled her nose. The scent always brought her back to her childhood when she would sneak off into the castle’s orchards. She stepped away from the barrel, not noticing Sam standing right behind her. By the time she noticed she had barely enough time to avoid walking right into him. She lost the grip on her apple but mannaged to grab it out of the air before it smashed on the ground. Del looked back over at the boy she almost ran into and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that” she said as she cleaned off the apple on her dress. “Didn’t drop anything, did you?” she asked before she took a bite of the apple.

Notes: I will make this pretty later. I’m in school so I can’t

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Samael rolled his head around his shoulders, cracking them for a moment before he rubbed the back of his neck- his amber eyes focused on everything. The intoxicating smell of whatever was being cooked was killing him. In fact, it was making him delirious, almost to the brink of insanity. Was that his favorite dessert over there? Holy demons, is that what he thought it was? His eyes were lit up like flames as he curiously observed his surroundings. It was just too much- he couldn't handle so much food- even though his high metabolism allowed him to eat more then he needed to. When was it going to be done?! He wanted it now. Could he simply lie and just say he needed something to bring for a mission? No, they would most likely give him a few rationing of bread and meat.

Turning to a servant besides skinning some sort of vegetable, he muttered lowly to her. 'Temperamental she may be. I don't have time for silly things like love! Despite the fact that she's been living for six centuries, I'd marry her,' he acknowledged, unaware that she was actually listening to what he had to say about the cook of the White Castle. Sending him a horrified look of shock, he arched a brow. 'Beauty fades, cooking is eternal... I'm sure I can give up my marital status for her cooking,' he mused, nodding sagely. As if that made any sense in the least to her. Not that she would have cared- he had a knack for not making any sense at times.

Standing up, he grabbed the bottle of wine and took a step back, unaware of the commotion on the other side as he went about trying to grab a tad of tart that they were making. He scowled, lips parted to say something before someone backed right into him. But hearing something right behind him, he whirled around, a little faster then an favored errand boy should be moving. However, his fast reflex wasn't fast enough as the girl collided him to him, causing him to stumble back slightly as he dropped the bottle of wine; the ground coming up fast with enough force to shatter it into pieces.

Turning, he sighed and stared at the bottle in dismay. Dearie, he was enjoying that.

Extremely peeved at his loss and miffed over the girl's idiotic question, he turned around, about to say something when her face greeted his amber eyes. He backtracked, shutting his mouth abruptly before giving her the infamous greasy eye. 'Nothing that can't be replaced...' he said, uncertain on why his reaction was much slower then it usually was. Maybe it was due to the questions leaked into his mind. Obviously the first priority was his job. Who was this girl? Is she going to be a weapon for the war? How come he had never met her before? She could be useful.

His lips quirked at the thought, despite the attempts to rid the cheeky grin. He had to find out- Panthea would be amused if he uncovered a jewel such as her.

[not the best, i don't have any muse for him. literally.]

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When the boy turned around to her she was surprised that she had never seen him before. She had lived in the castle for most of her life so she knew almost everyone by first name. She never liked calling people by formal names and she liked knowing everyones first name. Luckily for her she had an amazing memory. Something that always seemed to astonish people when she had to put her skill to the test. Partly because it was a rather impressive skill and the other park was probably due to the fact that most people would not expect it out of her. If she was totally focused she could remember whole page of book by just looking at them or small details of a person or place. Even when she wasn’t totally paying attention she could remember small details. So, she utterly confused that she didn’t know who this boy was. Her curiosity was now taking over like it often did, she had to know who this was. He was a mystery to her now and it captured her attention.


Adelaide looked over at the broken wine bottle on the ground. She hadn’t noticed that he dropped it when they almost ran into each other a few seconds ago. She had a small feeling of embarrassment that she had asked such a stupid question. But it wasn’t like she spent all day watching to see if there was smashed bottles on the ground. “Oh, crap sorry. I didn’t see that you dropped that” she told him. “Just wait one moment” she said as she hurried off. She searched through the cabinets until she got to the one she had been looking for. She stood up on her tiptoes, since she was too short to fully see inside the tall cabinet, and reached into the back. She searched around for a few moments and then pulled out an interesting looking bottle. It was longer bottle than any normal wine bottle would be. And the glass was a dark red color that matched the liquid inside. Addy brushed her hands over the bottle to get rid the dust that had gathered on it. A small smile grew across her face as she walked back over to him, holding out the bottle. “This is much better than the stuff you were drinking. They only like to use it for special occasions so they try to keep it hidden. sadly they didn’t really do a great job at hiding it. So, enjoy.” She was figuring that the new bottle of wine would make up for the one that he had dropped.


Adelaide looked the boy over for a moment. She was rather curious as to why he was here. He didn’t look like he belonged to the kitchen staff or like he worked in the castle. He might be someone visiting from another kingdom, which would mean she was being terribly rude. Though she figured she would have already gotten called out on that if he was a royal. She would just add that to the list of things she wanted to figure out about this boy. “I don’t think we’ve meet before. I’m Adelaide” she said holding out her hand to him. Technically she was “Lady Adelaide” because of who her father was, but she never was one for formal titles. Plus, she didn’t really act like how a Lady was supposed to act. She tried when she was younger to be a proper lady but even then she wasn’t very good at it. Most people expected the upper class to always be wearing their best dresses around or showing off their jewelry. Adelaide rarely wore anything to extravagant unless she absolutely had to. Most of the time she was happy with something simple. But simple wouldn’t fit in with most of the upper class or royalty that would visit the castle. She never cared what they thought about it her, it worried her what they may think about Pandora. She was her best friend and she wasn’t going to embarrass her, even if it meant having to do things she didn’t exactly enjoy.

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Ash looked at her, trying to see if he knew her. Her face? Unfamiliar. He couldn't recall seeing such stunning features like that. No doubt, he would have been quick to jump and act if he had. But up until now, there was no one that matched that face, let alone a name. But he could tell by looking at her, that she didn't know who he was either, and for a moment, he was offended. Who didn't know who he was? Blasphemy! Lies! He was Dora's favorite (or so he believed). She could be a maid- but no maid that he had ever met would act like so.. would they? But there was always a first for everything, wasn't there? He arched a brow, a little wary of the look that was spreading over her face. Oh goddess, she was the curious type- the type that wanted to know everything, every detail about him. He wondered just how far would she go to find out about him. Hopefully nothing... serious that could lead to.. bad circumstances.

Shrugging, he gave the bottle a sparing glance before he waved it of. 'It's fine, like I said, nothing that can't be replaced,' stepping back and giving her a casual once over, the corners of his lips twitched absently. 'If you are offering yourself in the placement of the wine- I'm not complaining,' he added as an afterthought, she was cute after all, and, naturally, he couldn't help himself at a time like this- he couldn't be serious when there was no need to be. Most who worked here were servants, those who didn't ordered, they never actually stayed. He raised a brow as he followed her when she moved out. He peered over her shoulder and tried to locate what she was searching for, frowning at the sight of the off bottle that she held in her hands, a few beats before they were shoved into his hand. He took a step back in mild surprise.

'Ah, for.. festivities,' he murmured thoughtfully, raising a brow before giving her a saucy smirk. 'Well, care to join? Garden? You and me? A little hooky never hurts anyone... because I don't usually celebrate alone,' he added with a grin. He was sure if he asked and a few sweet words, the cook would make him a few things for a picnic- and he could find a cover to lay over the grass- in fact, that wasn't all that necessary either, the grass was green and perfect; it was just women tended to fret over silly things like that. Them and looking pretty. Not that he complained, oh no, not at all.

Racking his brain as she introduced herself, there was no one he knew that had such a name. But not taking the chance, he took her hand and bowed, pressing his lips against the back of her hand. 'A pleasure, Miss Adelaide... my name is Sameal- or Ash, if you prefer,' he murmured with a grin, the corners of his lips twitching into a playful smirk.

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