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Hairtie

Ishmael cared for her Master.
That was evident from the way she would always accompany him, to her constant checkings of the surrounding area.
Making sure that not even a speck of dust landed on him was important. She would do everything to be certain of such.
Gregor Edgar Family
Ishmael, could you do me a favor real quick?
Ishmael Edgar Family
Yes, of course.
The heir of the family takes a seat in his room. Cold, dark, yet often cared for. He coughs twice.
He doesn't look back at the maid who was so ready to help him with whatever he could possibly need.
Gregor Edgar Family
I need you to tie my hair.
Gregor Edgar Family
If it's alright.
The maid nods, and quickly searches for a tie to use in the drawers. Only now, did she find that there was none that could be found.
A moment of fear reaches her. Would the heir be disappointed if there was nothing to tie his hair with? Would he be angry? What will happen to her?
Ishmael Edgar Family
Master, please give me a moment. I will take the tie from my own hair.
Gregor Edgar Family
Hm. There's none in the drawer, huh...
Gregor coughs again. Then, he chuckles. It's almost as if he's aware Ishmael won't let this slide.
Gregor Edgar Family
Go ahead. As long as you can use it.
As Ishmael slowly unties the knot on her own thick hair, a memory floods back to her.
That this butler was once from the Backstreets, and before she was found and taken good care of...
Someone who has since passed taught her how to tie a perfect knot.
Ishmael Edgar Family
I have a tie now.
Gregor Edgar Family
Allow me to be still.
A knot that will hold, even in the greatest of struggles. A knot that will be tight even under loose ends. It was the last memory she had of this someone.
And now, for her debt towards the Edgar family, she will pass this knowledge onto him, through the tying of his hair.
For Ishmael's devotion to the heir was not unlike an obsession.
Gregor Edgar Family
Hmm...
Ishmael Edgar Family
Is this alright, Master?
Gregor looks at the mirror. Before him is his neatly done hair, and his pale, sickly face. Before him is his maid, the one he can't help but cherish almost the same.
Gregor Edgar Family
More than alright. I believe this will last a while.
Gregor Edgar Family
...We must head to the table now. I believe lunch is near.
Gregor Edgar Family
May I hold onto you, Ishmael? Just so I don't fall.
Ishmael Edgar Family
Certainly.
What little words were exchanged meant a lot to the both of them. There was someone who cared in the midst of the looming hunt above them.
Gregor understands now. Someone will always be willing to make sure he's safe.
No matter what it takes.