houseofcards_rp | [ota] beware, be canny and careful

She doesn't regret it in the slightest. What's to regret?

Eileen is fully capable of making her own decisions. She's allowed to decide to leave Kevin behind and go visit the Spade dungeon. And someone--she's not certain who--is also fully capable of infinitely childishly telling Kevin exactly where he or she saw his theoretical charge slipping off to while he was turned around. And Kevin is not just capable but essentially required to tell her mother things like where her daughter was this past weekend.

Which means Eileen Eicheln has, for the first time in her life, seen her mother actually angry. It also means, for the first time in her life and very likely one of the first times in history, the Ace of Clubs is grounded.

Mr Kahl is allowed to bring work and keep her up to date with her studies. A student from Mr DeWitt's class is allowed to spend a bit of time letting her know what's she's missed. The King and Jack are certainly permitted to speak to their Ace at their convenience.

But everyone else? Is getting Kevin's most sympathetic smile and a firm shake of his head. "Seems house arrest is catching."

[ooc; Except probably anyone with half a reason can talk to the moodiest tween about how she done wrong. Kevin is secretly easy. Or just come shoot the shit with Kevin, I guess? o/]

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Of course not. Only the most special are worthy recipients of buttling.

His fingers hesitate. He prefers sketches to photos. He should have remembered he had a camera at hand at all times. "I confess I never thought on it, Miss. I'll remedy my error next visit." He smiles. "Or perhaps by then you'll be free to accompany me. I should like that best of all."

Really, she'd rather just go with him. She could snap photos while he sketched, pour over them intently, classify exactingly when they were back in the kitchen. And then they'd still have his beautiful art.

And, well. They'd have the time together. The time outside.

"Next week, perhaps. If-- you don't mind waiting."

"Shan't mind at all, Miss." Surely, her ridiculous punishment would be over by then. "I've plenty to occupy myself until we can go together."

"...thank you, Gideon." It's hard to explain what it means to her, that he brings her tea and braids her hair, that he wants to spend his free time with her. It's almost impossible to put that feeling of protection and love into words.

Hopefully a quiet smile will suffice. Will communicate what her words are struggling to.

He stills momentarily, but it's a pleased sort of pause. He swiftly bands the braid and steps back. He doesn't require thanks for performing his job, particularly when it's a duty he enjoys, and especially not when his favorite Club has expressed interest in spending time with him.

"My pleasure, Miss." He freshens her tea. "Will you dine now or shall I leave this?"

To return later to retrieve the tray.

It's perfect, as always. Her fingers lift briefly to the end of the braid, perfectly content. Perfectly pleased to have this reminder of the fact she's loved.

"Would you mind coming back in a bit for it?"

More because it would be good to see again than anything else.

"I had considered that eventuality, Miss." Amazing how useful trays could be when combined with a little forethought and their proper use.

"Is there anything I may bring you at that time?"

Of course he had. He considers everything. Whatever magic there is in the Deck, there's certainly a strong concentration among the butlers.

"I don't suppose it's still cold enough for cocoa."

"It's always right for cocoa, particularly in the evening. The cocoa bean is rich in antioxidants and flavonoids and contains quite a bit of serotonin, which is quite relaxing." They won't mention the caffeine.

"A most excellent request, Miss." He'll just leave his sketchpad with her?

He's wonderful. He's really, genuinely wonderful. She's thankful--as always--that he's taken over for Karin.

Kept them all safe in spite of themselves.

"Thank you, Gideon."

She'll absolutely be hanging onto his sketchpad.

[ota] beware, be canny and careful

I should've scrolled up sooner.

Or DW should have worked. :|

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