Sophia, Lady Salisbury

Guess who’s back~ #DM

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

𝗦𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗮 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀
𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺

The prodigal sister returns.

‘𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚? 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚.’

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

“Welcome aboard, Alice~”

[𝘼𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙆𝙄𝙍𝙆 @THXUKPM]

“Battle lines are being drawn. Where do you stand?”

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

Wifely duties~

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

She might.

It depends entirely on who’s asking.

[𝓒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞. @chicabscission]

Ahem…

She hears @YoungDxll might have some latex connections…

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

Our Caesaraea~

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

Tomorrow.

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

Tomorrow.

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

- Joan.

“This fucking… back and forth has gone on long enough. I feel like I’m having my leash pulled, and only one person is allowed to do that. What do you know about her?”

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

- nervousness as she did. She held her purse in front of her, a makeshift shield, for all the good it would do her.

The door slid shut behind her with a resounding clang.

The belly of the beast.

Sophia perched herself on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other.

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

“I don’t know who it is, frankly. She’s managed to keep it from me. Johansson rings a bell though, I may have heard her mention that name before.”

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shaking one out and lighting it, offering the pack to-

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

Sophia raised a hand. An alarm sounded, and the cell door slid open.

“I’m taking you at your word, Joan. They’re armed out there, and I don’t think the world would miss you if they emptied a few clips into you.”

The lady stepped inside, trying to suppress a tremble of-

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

“If you promise to behave, I’ll come in and sit down, and we can have a conversation like grown women. Do we have a deal?”

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

Sophia wrinkled her nose at the mention of her wife and Joan being… intimate.

“No. She has no idea I’m here. A perk of my station, I can still come and go as I please.”

She glanced at the camera in the corner, smoothing out her dress as she did.

“No, I came for you, Joan.”

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

“I came because while my sister is too busy having her strings pulled, I don’t want to see you in here.

It’s beneath you. A woman of your station, of your… history. In here? Horrific.”

The lady glanced at the camera again, her hand tensing.

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

Stiletto heels came to a halt, a clean four feet from the bars of the prisoner’s cell.

“You know, I rather think the prison jumpsuit suits you, Joan.”

Her voice was simpering. Cloying.

Gloating.

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

[@LaPrincesseDArc]

“No visitors, no exceptions.”

The guard held out a hand, careful not to touch Sophia, but firm all the same.

“Oh, please. What am I going to do, file her to death with a manicure set?

The guard stood firm.

“You’re involved in this matter, Your Grace.”

[Sophia, Lady Salisbury @YoungDxll]

“Third on the left. Wave to the camera and we’ll let you in. You get ten minutes”

Sophia shot him a look, eyes darting to the was of bills.

“…fifteen.”

She smiled, heels clicking as she walked past.

The cell block was empty but for her intended visitee.