// hope, is wonderfully messy //
“And the answers were just in the Grounds the whole time?” She laughed, quietly humored, but shaking her head all the while. The Caretaker wouldn’t be surprised if something like that had been tucked away, behind barriers for hundreds of years, and it would be some sort of ironic thing.
But given that it’d been jocular, she rolled her eyes and stepped lightly down one of the many corridors, only glancing over her shoulder again at his compliment, mouth aghast for a second, before turning back over into an ebullient smile, and a mild batting of her eyelashes. “Ah yes, I would be very eager to trap some gentleman with the fine, scholarly benefits of-,” to which she trailed her hand over the nearest book spine, snatching it out and giggling again, keeping her tone merry but whispered and hushed. “History of Herbs.”
On second thought, she snagged it and put it under her elbow, while simultaneously tugging Mittens away from a musty looking tome nearby. “I do think there’s a section on weapons nearby,” figuring he could pick up on new techniques.
But given that it’d been jocular, she rolled her eyes and stepped lightly down one of the many corridors, only glancing over her shoulder again at his compliment, mouth aghast for a second, before turning back over into an ebullient smile, and a mild batting of her eyelashes. “Ah yes, I would be very eager to trap some gentleman with the fine, scholarly benefits of-,” to which she trailed her hand over the nearest book spine, snatching it out and giggling again, keeping her tone merry but whispered and hushed. “History of Herbs.”
On second thought, she snagged it and put it under her elbow, while simultaneously tugging Mittens away from a musty looking tome nearby. “I do think there’s a section on weapons nearby,” figuring he could pick up on new techniques.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
