𝓐𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊 🏳️‍⚧️

"It would entail many things. Like a sudden shortening of your life expectancy."

"You certainly should. Else I will have to make my displeasure known."

"Mrm . . . As long as the mischief is manageable . . ."

". . . . . Hrm. I suppose so. You hardly seem to be a threat."

Good girl. The Head Maid unlatches the window, sliding it open so Addie may speak.

Please do so.

Every so often, someone breaks into the manor. An assassin. A superfan. A jealous husband. Every so often, Gretel is seen in the kitchen, butchering a new slab of meat for Madam Evans' meals for the day. Are these two events related? Possibly.

". . . . Sure!"

"Yeah. I would be almost . . . lets see . . . quite a few generations back."

"Think I'm a bit too far up the genealogy tree to be considered your auntie, but I appreciate the words. I think."

"That can't be a real word. I understand languages change over hundred of years, but that can't be real."

"I should find clothes. Maybe a nice jacket too. Something big that billows in the wind."

She's human! Maybe? It's really hard to tell at times.

"maybe, I just like to hear you saying how you want to be plapped caged~" Pulls closer.

"aren't we in bed?"

"did you really have to ruin the joke like that? I'll just give you the stupid key if you want it that badly"

"you're a girl aren't you? I'm just helping you to forget about it if you think about it, you should thank me! I even got an even tighter cage btw, wonder if it shrunk enough to fit in it while I was gone~"

"no idea what you're talking about~"

"bitch, your bf leaves for more than a week and you don't even get up to greet me"