Stone Newhouse Creates

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Sadie and the Moon

I was originally gonna put her by Stanford Estate where she was going to watch Beans and Sawyer fight from afar, mostly being a flashback piece before they do the dirty. However, I just decided to put Sadie by a grass field and sit on a barrel.

Pose by @theposearchives

“HOLY FUCK THAT WAS AMAZING!!!”

Sadie would always love to kiss Beans in animal form but Beans always changes back to normal and loses her composure.

Chapter 8: Running Away

The plot begins!

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10:50 PM

It had been a rather awkward evening. No one even spoke at supper. Instead, there was an awkward silence that consumed the entire manor as soon as Beans came home. It did seem only fair, given last night.

Later that night, Beans sat alone in her chambers. Tonight was something that she should have done a long time ago--She was going to leave Sawyer and get a lawyer for the divorce. However, she had to get prepared quickly and quietly, hopefully so Sawyer did not see her try to leave.

She threw herself out of bed and changed her nightdress for an outfit more practical--She traded the silk for a white high-necked blouse that she was able to button up with ease. A black Edwardian jacket with a peplum hem was draped over the blouse. A silver A-line skirt with intricate embroidered patterns covered her legs, and brown riding boots were found underneath the skirt.

She struggled to find her footing and where to go, given her vision being somewhat crooked after her surgery, but she had seen her chambers a thousand times, so she knew where what was.

After changing, she quickly threw a brown cloak that reached her skirt over herself, wrapping it around her like a blanket. She needed to look mysterious, invisible, especially as a noblewoman who was going to be traveling across California to get a divorce, something that would destroy a woman of her standing.

She quickly pulled a satchel from the shelf of her chambers and packed it with errant haste. She only packed a little--A couple of apples from the bowl by her balcony, crackers that she snuck from the pantry downstairs, a couple of drawers, two chemises, her hairbrush, some powder, her journal, a few vials of valerian, and a dagger for her protection.

The dagger was given by Buck as a birthday gift as a means of protection. It was ornate and beautiful, the silver blade decorated with an intricate wavy pattern, a red wooden handle feeling smooth on her hands, and a curved golden hilt keeping her from losing fingers she definitely wanted to keep now after losing her eye.

She also packed the Greenbriar Ledger that she took from the cabinet where she hid the tome. It was her mother's history, and Sawyer would destroy it if he found it. Besides, it could help her out if the situation got even worse. She placed the book inside the bag, the metal cover shining in the light before being buried in the clothes and supplies.

She exhaled the breath kept inside her throat and made her way quietly to her desk. She took out a quill and ink, preparing to write on a parchment to create a farewell letter to Sawyer, as a way of announcing her freedom.

She quietly wrote and wrote, creating words that she was too scared to say to Sawyer aloud, but knew she wanted to say for some time.

Sawyer,

What I had said before was not lunacy nor any foolish emotions. Sadie was able to provide comfort and happiness to my life, while you had hurt me and shown nothing but anger to our marriage, which, if you may remember, was only arranged so we could sire an heir to the Stanford line.

I will no longer be someone you can punch or hurt because you choose to. I demand a divorce and shall attempt to find a lawyer who will assist Sadie and me. As terms of our separation, I only demand custody of Maisie, ownership of the estate that you know was my father's before our arrangement, my title, and about fifty percent of the fortune that I inherited from my father.

Do not attempt to pursue me, or there will be consequences.

--Beatrice Stanford, your former wife.

After writing it, Beans slowly snuck the letter into Sawyer's room with her husband asleep and pretty much consumed in his alcohol and blankets. She quietly stepped and made sure not to make any noise. Then again, the noises would be drowned out by Sawyer's drunken snoring. She navigated through the chambers and found her way to the safe, the crisp metal gleaming in the moonlight. She remembered the key being in Sawyer's suit pocket and thanked the Lord that his jacket wasn't too far, only slumped along a chair.

She silently unlocked the safe and took only a handful of money, about fifty dollars, just enough to get some supplies or lodging if she and Sadie were going to do so.

Her heart raced, and she quietly put the money in a pouch, placing it into her bag. She already wished that she was more in touch with her witch side of her life, so her personal wards would be strong; she was not. She was at a disadvantage, but she was not alone, as Sadie was going to be with her, if Sadie even showed up outside.

She took a third breath and stood up, quietly making her way out of the chambers until she saw the letter again. As she looked at the inked parchment, she took a quiet gaze at the wedding ring on her finger--the ring that was a symbol of what she was trapped in, what she had sold her soul to. The gold reminded her of what Sawyer loved more than her, and she felt like it was only fitting that she give him back the piece that filled his passion.

She slid the ring off her finger and placed it on the table next to the letter, sighing as she was taking in the fact that she was leaving the man that she loved for seven years, but it was for the best.

She exited the room and made her way through the hallway, brushing her hand against the wall to at least know she would not bump into it on her way out of the manor. Her boots clicked on the wood, luckily not waking any of the servants or the maids that were around the manor. She made a beeline for Maisie's room, seeing her daughter peacefully asleep in her bed.

Seeing Maisie there made Beans' heart sink. She wanted to take Maisie with her. The little girl didn't deserve a man like Sawyer as her father. But some things kept Beans from wanting to take Maisie with her: if Sawyer found out, he would label her as kidnapped; she didn't want to take Maisie on a trip that could last months, and honestly, Maisie would be homesick after three days.

Beans had no choice--she had to leave Maisie behind at the estate, for her own safety. She felt tears coming, and she slowly walked to her sleeping daughter, careful not to wake her. Her fingers quickly brushed some brown hair from Maisie's face, and she leaned in quietly to kiss Maisie on the head.

"Mama has to go on a trip for a few days." Beans whispered. "I will be back before you know it."

And then she left, a tear streaking down her cheek. Maisie was only left alone in the dark, unaware that she would not see her mother for some time, but not forever.

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