ValentineIllusion
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The Girl at the doorstep
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ValentineIllusion
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Of course, it was raining. It just had to be raining. Not a single patch of blue sky could be seen between the thick white clouds, and not a single patch of grass or dirt or any sort of ground was left unsoaked. Everything looked miserable, and to Parrot, everything was miserable. Her mop of golden curls that laid atop her head were all wet and flat against her skin, her tan skin was shaking and shivering in the freezing cold, and her dress felt heavy on her body. Worse yet, she was alone, watching extravagent carriages drive right on by her and the countryside while she had to walk on foot, toes sinking into the mud as she did. Come to think of it, "miserable" was an understatement. Even though no worse words came to mind at the moment, she knew there had to be one.
It had been hours since her escort left her alone to go talk to a young suitor she didn't like at all, and she fled as fast as she could on the path that seemed to lead the furthest away from him. She loved her escort, Valentine, dearly, but she did not love that suitor he was trying to marry her off to. He certainly wasn't attractive at all and his personality was even worse, promising that she would live an "easy" life of cleaning his whole mansion up and down every day since he didn't want to spend money on servants, and loving him in a way that she didn't want to know- she ran away before he went into any further detail. Running away, however, was starting to seem like a terrible decision, and hypothermia was starting to seem like a very plausible thing.
Normally she would not go knocking on random stranger's doors, but she would never last a night out in the open. Especially as night drew nearer and howls could be heard in the distance, she very desperately needed shelter. Not too far off in the distance she could see an estate, one she hadn't seen on her way into town, and now, that seemed like her only option. Trudging on, she found herself on the front step, hesitantly knocking on the hard oak door.
It had been hours since her escort left her alone to go talk to a young suitor she didn't like at all, and she fled as fast as she could on the path that seemed to lead the furthest away from him. She loved her escort, Valentine, dearly, but she did not love that suitor he was trying to marry her off to. He certainly wasn't attractive at all and his personality was even worse, promising that she would live an "easy" life of cleaning his whole mansion up and down every day since he didn't want to spend money on servants, and loving him in a way that she didn't want to know- she ran away before he went into any further detail. Running away, however, was starting to seem like a terrible decision, and hypothermia was starting to seem like a very plausible thing.
Normally she would not go knocking on random stranger's doors, but she would never last a night out in the open. Especially as night drew nearer and howls could be heard in the distance, she very desperately needed shelter. Not too far off in the distance she could see an estate, one she hadn't seen on her way into town, and now, that seemed like her only option. Trudging on, she found herself on the front step, hesitantly knocking on the hard oak door.
Pentagon
Newtype Magic
Earl Logan Russel loved the rain. He didn't like being IN it, obviously; nothing ruins an afternoon faster than heavy precipitation, but from his soft seat in his warm estate, he liked to listen to is splatter on the stone and run down the windows. The combination of the rain, and his frankly excellent cigar, were calming him down excellently after a long day of work. He never thought he would think such things at the age of 28, but in his youth he had underestimated how frustratingly arduous managing steel mills would be.
Logan heard a knock on the door. Odd to get an unannounced visitor at all, let alone at this hour in the ungodly weather. The rain had most likely made his few servants not hear the knock, but Logan was in the drawing room directly next to the door. He rose from his chair, quickly fixing his brown hair into something presentable, and brushing crumbs off his white shirt. Depositing his cigar in an ashtray, Logan strode with confidence over to the door and swung it open.
He saw a blond woman, wet as can be, shivering like mad. Shocked for a brief moment, Logan spoke, pulling her into the house. "Dear God, what happened to you? Are you hurt? Quickly, I'll fetch a maid and get you a change of clothes."
Logan heard a knock on the door. Odd to get an unannounced visitor at all, let alone at this hour in the ungodly weather. The rain had most likely made his few servants not hear the knock, but Logan was in the drawing room directly next to the door. He rose from his chair, quickly fixing his brown hair into something presentable, and brushing crumbs off his white shirt. Depositing his cigar in an ashtray, Logan strode with confidence over to the door and swung it open.
He saw a blond woman, wet as can be, shivering like mad. Shocked for a brief moment, Logan spoke, pulling her into the house. "Dear God, what happened to you? Are you hurt? Quickly, I'll fetch a maid and get you a change of clothes."
