The room's occupant is neither asleep nor in half so bedraggled a state as she'd been left in. She has washed her face and scrubbed under her nails with the help of some small porcelain basin. Her dark hair has been combed into a sleek curtain, damp enough still that it gleams in the low lamplight where Fitcher has made herself perfectly comfortable in bed among the various light summer blankets and assortment of collected pillows.
She is smoking, wreathed in some faintly sweet smelling vapor. If the assortment of pages loosely arranged in her lap and alongside her hip is any indication, she has chosen to organize papers in an effort to keep herself occupied and conscious. He has been a long while, and she has almost worked her way to a semblance of something like order.
Is there anything quietly missing from where it had previously hung about the room? Any papers omitted from her current stack which might have earlier been among the collection scattered on the neighboring bed? Any locks carefully turned or compartments once open judiciously shut?
Who cares; without a shift under it, the modesty afforded by Fitcher's steely blue damask housecoat is blatantly more suggestion than reality.
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so then what happened
Date: 2021-08-03 01:04 am (UTC)She is smoking, wreathed in some faintly sweet smelling vapor. If the assortment of pages loosely arranged in her lap and alongside her hip is any indication, she has chosen to organize papers in an effort to keep herself occupied and conscious. He has been a long while, and she has almost worked her way to a semblance of something like order.
Is there anything quietly missing from where it had previously hung about the room? Any papers omitted from her current stack which might have earlier been among the collection scattered on the neighboring bed? Any locks carefully turned or compartments once open judiciously shut?
Who cares; without a shift under it, the modesty afforded by Fitcher's steely blue damask housecoat is blatantly more suggestion than reality.
"Did Mado slip out of Hasmal with you?"