moonlit-theft:

@corvumortis

— {˙ღƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღ˙} —— Work has been hard on her brother, she knows; he’s been cooped up in his office for nearly two whole days now. With Takuma gone on some business, there is no cheerful blonde to help him out with the confidential paperwork, and Yuuki knows she isn’t going to be any help… Still, she wants to help, and she knows exactly what to do.

        ˙ “Kaname-oniisama, I’m coming in,” she announces, balancing the tray carefully on one arm, while opening the door with the other. Papers everywhere, her oniisama at the desk; a smile appears on her lips, “You haven’t eaten since you started, have you?” Though they don’t particulary need to eat, it’s always nice to. “Time for a break, I made you lunch!”

        ˙ Gently, she sets the tray on an empty spot on the desk, before smiling her usual bright smile at him, “Please enjoy!”

        ˙ Has there ever be a meal looking more omnious looking than this one?

        ˙ … no there has not. But at least she also made him a coffee-

        ˙ … Nevermind.

     A pile of daily expenses && classified information involving
the Council of Elders, the increasing numbers of murders are laid
neatly on top a fine oak && a well detailed victorian-esque desk;
calloused finger scribbling in a refine manner, all poised && 
graceful —–  an ambiance befitting that of a pureblood royalty. 

Nearly two days he had kept himself busy, loads of documents
needing his delicate attention. Yet without the help of his trusted
companion, his work seemed to be a lot slower than usual. But
upon filling the last pages of the paperworks, the person he 
deemed important came into his office unannounced. && just
as she entered with haste; an automatic smile graces his lips,
rich umber hues naturally travelling to her face. His expression
softening as he greeted her, the pen in his hold was placed
carefully on his desk. ‘ —- I am honored to have been graced
by your benevolent presence, Yuuki. ’ A home cooked meal
she says? He’d heard of the rumor, since news do travel fast.

      His gaze fell onto the tray that she personally positioned
across an empty spot of his desk. He blinked && stared at
the horrific sight of her so called… masterpiece. 

So the said rumor was true. He thought with disdain. 
Worry etched on slightly darkening features. Not only the food itself 
wasn’t edible, the coffee she offered him with a bright smile was too.

Is poisoning him her way of showing affection? He had hope not.

                     ‘ I —- this is… ’ speechless. 

         He was grateful for her effort && understanding but was
this his destiny?  His fiance surely is a devil in disguise, is she not?
In all his years of existing, it was the first time he was reluctant of
eating something they call food. ‘ …thank you, Yuuki. I’ll…. eat
them…. later? ’ Though genuine his smile appeared, a sweat
of bullet fell onto the side of his cheek; revealing his agitation