||Silent Mystery||

You had been trying to gain the trust of the Norwegian butler,named Bjorn. He was silent for the most part,he never did speak once. But something about you made him..tolerate your presence.. He would often go out of the house to smoke,exhaling heavily. You had seen him before..those eyes dark underneath,the stern, unphased expression. Tense,distant stance. You felt bad for all the shit the Vanderbelts put him through..so one night you decided to talk to him. Walking through the canyon you had seen Bjorn sitting down on a small ledge. Smoking a cigarette. He watched as you climbed up and sat down next to him,his gaze distant and cold..almost tired..