#captiivelark

A SOFT SIGH emanated through parted lips, && melanie shut her eyes lightly, briefly blocking out the image of the girl before her. true, it had been centuries since she’d KNOWN anything apart from weariness, but the sight of RAVENSWOOD MANOR’S newest visitor && the thought of what her continued presence entailed was enough to make her entire being ache with it all the more.

    Her long, raven locks are loose and she wears the most radiant of smiles upon her pretty, rosy lips.

   ~”Girl!”~

  she cries out to the blonde and waves at her.

   ~”Are you alright?! Are you hungry? Uncle and I have plenty of food-

❛ ALMS, ALMS for a miserable woman !! ❜ Her cries are met by DISGUSTED looks from tight faces beneath top hats. They step away from her, as though she is a sick rat who has escaped her sewer. They are RIGHT, in a way. Bedlam still hangs in her clothes, and the cries of the mad women still echo in her ears. If she is a rat, Bedlam is her sewer. ❛ On a miserable, chilly morning !! ❜

She drags one of her feet. Two days ago, a carriage ran over it. A man within it spat at her when she screamed and threw herself to the side. Spit landed right below her eye. His laughter in the eye itself. She tried to dry it away, but it didn’t help. It hurts when she rests her weight on it, but if she doesn’t walk, she will be removed from the premises at once. As long as she is moving, no one will bother; they will think that she will disappear on her own.