𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley.

The Matriarch. — #ElegantSinsRPG.

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

::❦:: — ❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫... ❞

[ @ElegantSinsRPG. ᴅᴀʀᴋ + ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs. ᴀ #ᴹᴼᴼᴺᴮᵁᴳ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ]

❝...𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ❞

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

@whorehousemiser ** now

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

@whorehousemiser « was here...

“...Tell me it isn’t true...” She’s barely inside of the room before her voice finally returns to her, it’s usual clarity not fractured around the edges.

No. She won’t bloody sit down.

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

@whorehousemiser « Anger. The threat of tears...She can’t find her words just yet, brow furrowed as her petite figure leans in the doorway and her eyes, unblinking, refuse to leave her husband.

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

@whorehousemiser « running down the hallway toward their chambers until the door is flung open, catching her breath as she looks across the familiar room to the familiar figure, propped up on bed.

There’s a sickening mix of emotion in her eyes. Disbelief. »

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

|| We stan two strong Scottish women.

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

@GlitzSophstcate — to the side and finely pressed jacket simply thrown over the back of the lounger.
If anyone were to see her in such a casual state of disarray, she would prefer it be Alice.

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

@GlitzSophstcate The smile on her lips matches her eyes, soft and a little sleepy as she scoots out and pats the seat next to her.

“Alice. Come sit...” She absolutely insists, The usually steely matriarch curled up much like a young girl. She doesn’t care how improper it is, boots kicked off —

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

||Come At me

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

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

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

She can second this...

[*╱ 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀 @britannipaellex]

| ┈┈ ⋆ ⌖ Edmund Farley has only one effect on the banker — and that one seems immutable.

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

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

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

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

[𝓜adam 𝓐lana 𝓕arley. @Matriarchisms]

Alright.

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