date — april 25th, 2021
location — cardiff, wales
status — for @reignofhades
They had been back a handful of days and yet the restlessness that was pervading them made it seem as though they had been shackled in the mansion for weeks. There was something about the mere possibility of stasis that made their very skin itch — so to stave off the need for any meaningful sense of stimulation, they had started cleaning every possible inch of the mansion. It might irritate Alfred, but, thankfully, the man feared them more than he cared about fulfilling his duties.
It was how they found themselves elbow-deep in soap and water, washing the scrubbing away at a particularly nasty bit of charred something-or-other that was stuck to the bottom of a saucepan. They had taken all the necessary measures to ensure that their outfit and their hair would remain unaffected by their cleaning endeavors, but still there was an odd smear on their cheek and suspicious stains on their apron. Looking a bit frazzled and haphazard, they turned toward the sound of approaching footsteps with a frown on their face, their cheeks pink from exertion. “If you are wearing boots and tracking mud in after I just mopped, I will commit an act more heinous than murder.”
