⠀ ⠀ ❛ 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. ❜ ⠀

“maybe that's because you stink,” she groans in bad faith, displeased that she's been so blatantly called out. in fact, he smelled very nice, and she was very disappointed that she could not actually enjoy his very nice smell.

“yes please.” another cold hand appears, both wrapping around the steaming cup. oh, it feels good. then, she adds, very seriously, because she can see his concern, “i'm well, you know.”

small hand breaking through to uncover the blankets getting in her face, making shinning eyes appear — and a delighted little smile.

sniffling red nose the only thing visible from a pile of blankets.

/. i miss writing benophie SO MUCH

quick glance through the window to ensure the ominous white silhouette in the gardens is neither intruder nor a ghost celia's board summoned — no, just a lady of the house. she leaves a lit candle outside the back door, just in case her grace needs a light to make it back home.

polite little cough. busted.

( she so 🤏🤏 )

no — move away ! you can't see what i'm making !

there is really no need to be so dramatic ——