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Sebastian; with a gret deal of restraint, was walking through the graveyard as he often did this time of year. The cold was ushering through a new kind of pain that only came when the sky darkened and the wind howled and moaned.

Years ago...three to be exact, his friend was taken. Given...However he put it in his own mind he could almost hear his friend asking him to take his life...
Angelus you idiot.
A woman?
...
You wanted this female over your life?

Sebastian shook his head he was still a distance from the grave and his large umbrella which he was at one point using as a walking stick was now opened with the first few drip-drip drip-drip-drop drops of rain.

The walking became havier as he approached and the rain seemed to cloud his vision ever so much. The grave he was looking for was...occupied. It was her. And he knew. How could anyone forget... someone ...he liked as well as all that...

Sebastian's steps were heavy and he made sure his presence was known as he approached from behind the mare.
"Umbrella?" he offered in his curt, butler voice which to anyone who knew him would sound like short, curtly words rather than the insult his mind made it to be.
Idiot. Standing alone in the rain...

Pitter-patter of the droplets on the umbrella were almost like a symphony and loud like thunder...which was a great coincidence considering the true thunder rang off in the distance.

"Angelus would not want you to cry alone."

Although the lighting struck and the earth shook his hand was still; it was quiet in him and he gave a silence to anything in his path. Particularly mearh...

Sebastian's hand raised to let her into the shadow of his umbrella as the mare let her guard drop yet again so close to a stranger. Were he any other assasin he would have finished her off there by her beloved--to let them rest evermore in the dark and the dirt.

Her mouth was mumbling something and she continued to bable a bit before his ears twisted her direction. Though she asked a slightly more difficult question his stone expression wore on.

"He was a friend." Sebastian spoke; not softer just smaller; quieter as though he did not want Angelus to hear him say such things in front of his lover. To anyone else it would seem as though Sebastian was a statue like the angels and gravestones around the grounds surrounding the helpless mare as she wished to silently become one as well. She was in such pain... Why would he let her live?

Idiot he spoke in his mind again before letting his other hand fall to his side where it otherwise had been holding onto the umbrella in the strengthening winds.

"Let us not dwell."

He remembered a poem Angelus had told him to say at the funeral for his wife but in not wanting to give her any inclination to his purpose he had stayed in shadow and kept to himself.

"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep...
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die..."

A twinge of regret stuck his face but in the dark no one could see; there in the shadows ...an assasin has no expressions; he has no life of his own which is why he is compelled to take those of others.

Rather out of obligation than the want of food he nhodded in response with a quick yes so brief it could have been a sigh or a huff. He was always short; curt...to the point and rather blunt when he was in a foul mood.

Sebastian let her lead him where she went; his arm constantly outstretched and holding the umbrella. A bright flash of lightning lit his grim face and not a single flicker of life hung to it. Anyone else but Angelus' wife would know why he was there..Anyone and everyone but her. Every assasin knew it. Most politicians suspected it. But to the name Sebastian there was never a face and that is what had saved him so long ago.

He pondered the information surfacing again like a spider from its web out to sting him again. It was a string of lies and details no one would ever know about...how he positioned the body...how he carefully left no strand of hair out of place.
His friend deserved better than the mare!
Why?!
He asked himself again as they left the cemetery heads hung low.

Idiot...

Sebastian's head perked when she spoke of angelus; his ears still as though he were focused far in the future or the past.

His eyes flashed a brief veil of burning pink and red before chanigng back to their normal state and he was not sure she could see or if she did if she would care at all.

"You may call me Sebastian," he nodded curtly as they continued to walk; him closer to her now than before. The mare both disgusted and intrigued the butler for he had never had a target...or anyone close enough to one; to ask him such a grave question as Angelus has asked... And for perhaps the first time; he granted it.
A dying man's wish...

Her demeanor had changed so quickly; was she not still in pain from his loss? Was she so frozen by his death that thinking too long on it would kill her? It had almost hurt Sebastian... Afterall; how amny friends does a butler have?

"I work as a butler for many prestigious families," he spoke in his short butler-to-the-point manner. His voice was cheerier as they left; her mood lightening seemed to lighten his despite his best efforts not to sound cheery on the morning of his only friend's death...

Sebastian took his time listening and eventually tuning out. She did not know he was there--not really--Sebastian was there almost a year before Angelus was assasinated.
Even though the local knights had deemed Angelus' death a accidental murder (as noted from the gentle lieing of his body) Sebastian was able to hide his remorse. His friend was gone...and it was her fault...but then again it wasnt.

He was confused as the feeling of such fell everywhere but his physical body.

"You are perfectly within your rights to talk about him." his voice was cold as ice and fell like snow on the perked ears of those around the two. Only a few passed the streets as they continued to her home.

"Speak freely, mare."

Dark eyes lifted onyle momentarily beneath the tuft of hair covering them.

"indeed." he spoke dryly. Trying not to sound too matter-of-factly. It was her fault. It was his stupid love...and her stupid thick head that got his friend murdered. She had no idea. Had not the slightest thought of how her actions could affect someone else and that foolishness made him scowl and his features went darker. He listened to her prattle on a bit more..

Being suspect indeed.
That was the idea.

In fact if the Knights had done their job they would have locked her up and kept her safely far from him.
...But the two were together now and there was nothing more to be said on the matter.

"Perhaps a warm cup of tea and honey will quiet this...unsettling time."

he gestured to a teahouse they were about to pass and he could not help but want to serve someone and put on his best happy face. All the frowning was giving him wrinkles and upsetting his stomach as it was surely doing to hers.
He doubted she would eat anything but it was worth a try.

"Of course," he spoke mildly, his voice softer than it was outside.

He pulled out her chair for her near a window with tall stained glass and drapes which let the shadow of the raindrops dapple its color. The chairs were comfortale and allowed one to lean back far as though it reclined on its own.

"Anything I can get for you two?" A waitress asked with interst piqued by the two sopping wet mearh.

"Two teas please. Honey and creme with those." he spoke clearly as though ordering around others was his profession. It came clearer than when he spoke to her.

"Is there anything else you require, miss?" the waitress asked, sebastian waved her away and she brought back cookies to prelude the soon-to-come hot teas.