#salaciousbehaved

          ❛  Miss O’Hara.  ❜ March’s voice is smooth, far too calm for what he is about to say. He turns to the maid - nothing like Miss Evers, far younger, much more NAIVE. Hazel had protested with her entire heart when March mentioned hiring a new maid, insisting that the workload was not too heavy, but he’d hired the girl either way. ❛  What makes you think that these linens are even close to the level of pristine cleanliness that the Hotel Cortez requires?  ❜

bring him back winkwonk~~

          ❛  I fear you’re a bit mistaken, dear...  ❜ His chin tilts upwards now, looking down at her - down, down, always looking down on others. He is blissfully aware that his status is of much higher level than most of those around him; money is EVERYTHING to him and to this society, and he’s got a plethora of it, an endless amount that he is still hesitant to spend, because without money, there is no POWER. He wonders briefly if this maid comes with the house, or if she is contracted to the family who owns it. Either way, she seems to make for quite an interesting time in this place. He won’t let himself be DISTRACTED by her - even if that is her ultimate goal.  ❛  There is NOTHING that I can’t have.  ❜

          With that, he pulls away from the hand on his chin and maintains his professional appearance, the smile on his face shifting from sour to polite.

          ❛  Tell me, do you come with the house, or will I have to fight to keep you on as my maid?  ❜

          He felt it ; the DARKNESS.   It radiated from the house like a beacon to all things in search for a place to die.   It frightened him , yet he chose to go near & enter.   The old boards creaked beneath his feet.   The scent of rot & decay poisoned the thick air.   If these walls could talk , what horrors would they speak of?   Glazed eyes shifted from left to right as if looking for something or someone.

                              ❛   Forgive my trespassing...   I can feel you here.   ❜