𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley.

::❦:: — ❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫... ❞ [ @ElegantSinsRPG. ᴅᴀʀᴋ + ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs. ᴀ #ᴹᴼᴼᴺᴮᵁᴳ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ] ❝...𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ❞

|| We stan two strong Scottish women.

||Come At me

By some miracle, he’s managed to keep one for 30 years...

She can second this...

There’s someone for everyone, my dear. Trust me, she doesn’t even understand it some days.

Still, He’s her husband. Despite his many, many, /many/ flaws; She still loves him.

Alright. Now her emotions are a little more intact, she can’t help but feel guilty for leaving Edmund so suddenly during his recovery.

There will never be a time where she is not wanted, hence the second glass of scotch Alana pours and gently pushes over to her oldest friend.

She has no time for arguing. No time for gossip. No time for bickering. She demands everyone leave her in peace. Except maybe Alice...

Can you tell she’s exhausted?

Outside. Fresh air. Now. She’s not in the mood for his childish, belligerent attitude.

If anyone needs her, you’ll find Madam in her natural habitat, nursing a glass of scotch in the library.

Sigh. Someone go and sit him out in the sunshine. He’s getting cranky again.

And for the record, yes. She has returned. Her presence was acquired back home for a funeral...It seems she leaves one pocket or melancholy, only to step straight back into another.

Goodness gracious...Grief really does like to cling to the manor, doesn’t it?

|| Account reboot coming soon. Gonna get my girl back up and running.

||ART.

Whoever her husband wishes to talk to is none of her business, especially not when she’s up to her eyeballs dealing with the whore house’s affairs.

|| What wHy

|| Wait NO