𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝑚̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑜̲𝑟̲.̲

Crouched in the meadows in her newly hemmed, single layer skirt, sketching a fairy ring.

Might need something stronger than tea today.

rubbing one eye. goodmorning.

// beautiful woman in a haunted manor save me

// no offense but please get out of my follows with that fetishized Esmeralda account in your bio using a slur for romani people

a tiny yawn, covering it politely.

The loudness of the table rattling, along with the saucer makes her jump, hand to her chest as eyes find him in the few candles she had lit. “Mon dieu—“ A little breathless, white nightgown brushing the floor as she takes a step back. “I didn’t expect anyone to be up.”

Shivering a little.

Today has been a day, physically and emotionally. Standing in the dining room in her night dress, wine glass in hand.

Of course. Happy to help. ( promptly averting her gaze this time, feeling the heat creep up the back of her neck, picking up skirts to head for the manor. ) I’ll be back in a few moments.