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Falling

Butler Octavinelle x reader

Azul:

There was a fountain. A lucky one, coins gleaming within its depths.

An old, precious one. Swirling designs of the sea, craved into marble. The passage of time had its effect, turning what was once a pearly white into a smooth cream, tinged a pale yellow. It gargled sometimes, coming to a stop briefly, before it bursts alive, water spilling out of its pipes.

It was designed after a fashion. An old relic, not old enough to be considered an antique, yet not young enough to be in style.