@IVYMORE_HP โCharles,โ she breathed frailly, lip quivering with unshed emotion as baby blue depth finally focused on the cherished visage of her husband. Her small hand reached up to caress his face, a reassurance that she was indeed awake.
โOh Charles.โ Voice shook as she leaned into him.
There was still blood on her hands.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต.
The cold sticky sensation lingered on her fingertips, staining them red. Scrubbing mercilessly could not free her from cool touch of death which seemed to haunt her every step.
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@IVYMORE_HP An arm wrapped around around her, warm and strong, contrasting the coldness which lingered in her nightmare. A small whimper left parted lips as she clung to that anchor. The whisper of her name by a cherished voice breaking through the constant plague of horrors.
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๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ต, they said, ghostly mouths opening in a ghastly scream, blood seeping from every orifice and once more coating her hands.
Panic rose in her chest. Breaths because quick and shallow as her scream broke through the night.
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@IVYMORE_HP โHappy Christmas, Charles,โ she echoed softly, turning her own chin to press a kiss to his jawline.
The Countessโ gaze scanned his visage, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Away from Hemlock they could finally just be.
@IVYMORE_HP A hum of satisfaction escaped those plump lips as she nestled in closer to her husband, the pair feeling at peace in their beautiful home. Their morning was slow, the Earl and Countess only having one another could laze the day away and truly what could be more perfect?
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| Fond Farewell: A Letter for Colette |
My dear Lette,
I wish that Iโd the time to say our goodbyes in person and share a proper Christmas with you, but alas that was not in the cards for us. There are so many things I wish to say and I regret that I did >