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i-cant-sing · 3 years ago

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Imagine how lord/lady dimitrescu would react if Mia had hit Y/n in the past. Not out of hate but out of anger or frustration or just baby hormones and stuff?

Tea Time: Platonic Yandere Alcina x reader

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You, Alcina and her daughters were invited over to the Benneviento castle by Donna and Angie. Actually, Donna and Angie only wanted to invite you, but you wouldn't have come on your own (and would've probably tried to escape the village), so Alcina was making sure that you didn't reject the kind offer and insult them.

"You're looking so nice in that dress." Daniella said, swinging your hand with hers.

You looked down at the lilac lace dress. "Thanks."

Alcina smiled. Donna had made that dress herself and sent it over today. She actually makes Alcina's and her daughter's clothes too. And she's very good at it. No one could do finer embroidery than her.

"You be sure to tell Donna that you like her gift, darling."

You only nodded, shoulders sulking as you bit your lip and walked ahead with Cassandra and Daniella.

"She's weird." Bella whispered to her mother.

"She's a child. Like you."

Bella scoffed. "I am not. But she sure is more childish than Daniella and Cassandra combined."

Alcina only rolled her eyes. Bella really liked to act mature, like she's above her sisters. She's not, but its cute to see her try. She is right about you being childish though. No matter how many times you've failed, you still try to run away from her. She won't tell you, but she actually always gives you a headstart when you run. She could catch you within seconds, but she thinks it's a good parenting strategy to not completely rip hope away from you.

As you guys reached the Benneviento castle, the doors opened before Cassandra could even knock. Donna and Angie stood on the other side; looks like they had been waiting.

"Took you long enough!" Angie shrieked.

Donna bent down to pick her up and gestured for you guys to come in. Your sisters, one latched to each arm, pulled you in, Alcina and Bella following close behind.

Donna led you to her garden, where she had set a table and chairs, covered in a pretty white tablecloth and the chairs had silk ribbons tied to their backs.

Donna sat at one end of the table, Alcina on the other, while you were seated between Bela and Cassandra.

"Y/n, sweetie, don't you have something to say to Donna?" Alcina asked you, raising an eyebrow at you.

Right.

You cleared your throat, before turning towards Donna. "I- um, wanted to say thank you for the dress. It's very beautiful. Thank you."

Donna didn't reply. The veil covering her face didn't help either, she just stared at you for a couple of minutes. Just when you thought she was about to nod, Angie interrupted.

"We're glad you like it! And we can make you a dozen more if you came here often! Donna is able to make better dresses if she can take your measurements, just like its a bit loose around your waist right now."

You really are surprised every time that doll speaks. Vampires, you can believe exist, but something about a talking doll... it just doesn't seem right.

"Oh, um, thank you."

After a few more moments of silence, Donna got up suddenly and started walking back into the castle.

"We'll be back with snacks!" Angie said before trailing behind her creator.

"Snacks?" You looked at Alcina.

She nodded. "Yes. Bella, be a good girl and help them out, will you?"

Her daughter stood up. "Yes, mother."

"Do you want to look around- Cassandra stop trying to eat Y/N! She's your sister too now!"

You turned just in time to see the culprit way too close to your neck, her fangs out.

"But- but she smells so good." Cassandra batted her eyelashes. "Just a bite mother? I promise I won't drink too much of her blood-" Your eyes widened.

"No. And no more whining Cassandra. We're guests here, you better be on your best behaviour. Look, they're coming back."

Cassandra sulked in her seat after mumbling a tiny "yes, mother."

Bella was holding a tray, while Donna was rolling a trolley of snacks towards the table. In a matter of seconds, the daughters quickly set the table with different kinds if snacks, all looked old style, some of them you haven't even seen before.

"Whats all this?"

"Isn't it obvious? We're invited for tea." Daniella replied this time.

Donna placed many pastries and sandwiches and other things, and although none of them looked appetising, they didn't taste as bad as you had thought initially.

"More?" Angie asked.

"No, thank you. I'm stuffed."

"Yes, they are quite delicious, Donna. You used your mother's recipe, didn't you?" Alcina asked, wiping her lips with a napkin.

Donna nodded.

She turned to her daughters. "You girls should learn something. Your poor human sister has been forced to eat so much bland food, she's begun looking depressed."

It's true. None of them know how to cook for shit. God knows how you've survived this long.

"Do you take sugar or honey in your tea, Y/n?" Angie asked while Donna was holding a spoon of sugar over a cup of tea.

"No, thank you. I don't drink tea."

"Oh. Coffee, then? I'll brew some right now."

"No. I'm fine, thank you."

"Y/n, its cold out here. You need to drink something to warm you up." Alcina said, looking at you from her cup of tea.

You looked down at your lap. "No, I'm fine, just not a fan of hot beverages."

"Not even... hot chocolate?!" Cassandra looked at you bewildered.

You shook your head.

Alcina cleared her throat, looking pointedly at Cassandra. "Well, that's quite alright. But I don't want you getting sick. Y/n, darling why don't you come sit near me. You can warm up in my coat-"

Suddenly, your thighs were covered with hot fluid. It wasn't too hot, but hot enough to make you hiss as the now wet dress clung to your thighs, further burning them up.

"Bella!" Alcina yelled.

"Oh my. I'm so sorry, Y/n. It was an accident!" Bella said, as her empty cup was on the floor now, it's hot contents coating your skin. Her face was contorted into worry, but her eyes held no remorse.

She was faking it.

"Its- it's fine, Bella." You said as you pulled the bottom of the dress away from your legs, trying to dry it off.

"We have some more clothes in the house that you can change into" Angie said, getting off her chair and walking to you. "Follow me!" She said before she began marching off.

You looked at Alcina who nodded at you to follow her in, so you did.

Angie led you into a bedroom. It was old and had a victorian touch to it. In one corner, there was a sewing machine and next to it was a mannequin wearing a ruffled blue dress, pins holding it in place.

This must be where Donna makes clothes.

"There's more dresses in the closet. Pick whatever one you like!" Angie giggled, before whispering. "I think the light pink will suit you."

You nodded. Her giggles were creepy.

"I'm going back to the garden! Don't take too long!"Angie said before leaving you alone in the room.

You walked over to the closet and opened it. There were a lot of dresses in it, along with a few robes. You picked a simple black gown that had a little lace at the bottom and on the sleeves.

Placing the dress on the bed and walked over to the door, locking it. Although no one was inside the castle, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.

You took off your lilac dress, placing it neatly on the bed. Should you take it back at the Dimitrescu castle and wash it there, or should you wash it here? Or will Donna wash it for you?

I should wash it. It wouldn't be nice to make Donna clean it. Yeah.

There was vanity next to the dresser. You walked over to the mirror and looked at your reflection.

There's still a little belly but I do look a bit slimmer. Cool.

Your back felt a bit itchy. You hesitated, but then turned around slowly and looked at the reflection.

The scars were still there as a white line, but the burn mark was a bit inflamed. The lace must've irritated it.

Perhaps you could ask Donna to make you cotton dress. Maybe ones with poofy sleeves.

Slipping on the black dress, you went back out, the ruined lilac dress in your hands.

When you finally reached the garden, everyone was silent as they looked at you. And you had a feeling it was definitely not in the "woah! You look amazing!" sense.

"Um, should I wash it here or at the other castle?"

No one replied. Even Angie, who doesn't miss an opportunity to put in her 2 cents was staring at you with those beady doll eyes.

What's wrong with them? Oh God, please don't tell me I'm in trouble.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that I took so long up there. There were just too many beautiful clothes to choose from."

Again no one responded. You couldn't decipher the look on their faces, but it looked like they had just stumbled upon some horrific information.

"Alcina? Is everything alright?"

As if finally broken from a trance, Alcina smiled. "Yes, darling. I think we've overstayed our welcome." She stood up, as did everyone else. "Thank you for inviting us, Donna. The tea was lovely. We'll invite you over next time." Donna only nodded and began leading the way towards the exit.

"Come on, girls. Time to go home." Alcina said as she began walking behind you, while the daughters in front of you.

Angie didn't say anything as she and Donna only stared at you when you guys left her place, which was extremely unusual of her. But what do you know about creepy dolls?

The entire way back to Dimitrescu castle was also quiet, and the silence was uncomfortable. All you know is that something happened while you were changing-

Wait. Did something happen to Dad? Did he- did he come back?

No, no he died.

Did Chris come?

Probably not.

Once you were inside the castle, they all went their separate ways. Which again, was odd because Cassandra would always bug you before bed, whining at you to tell her more about the real world.

"Its getting late, Y/n. You should get some sleep, hm?" Alcina said before walking away, to her room you think.

You stood at the bottom of the staircase, dumbfounded.

Well, alright.

You went up the stairs to your room, changing into your nightgown. As you laid in bed, sleep didn't come to you. You kept tossing and turning as your mind replayed the series of events of the day. Why are they acting like this? What went wrong? Did you do something?

After God knows how long, you threw the covers off you with a huff. You can't take this anymore.

You walked over to her room and knocked.

"Y/n? What are you doing up this late?" Alcina asked you. She had changed into her own nightgown, but she didn't look like she had been sleeping.

Do vampires even sleep?

"Did I wake you?"

Alcina furrowed her brows a bit. "No. No, I don't sleep much." She opened the door wider. "Come on in."

You walked in while Alcina closed the door behind you, before taking a seat on her bed. She looked at you expectantly.

You gulped before walking in front of her.

"I'm sorry."

Alcina tilted her head. "What for, darling?"

Good question. "I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I don't. Well, I kinda do, but I'm not sure." You paused. "Did I do something wrong at the tea party?"

Alcina shook her head. "No. Why do you ask?"

You shrugged, playing with your thumbs. "I don't know. When I came back after changing, you've all been acting weird since. You were staring at me, and then no one was talking at all. Even after we got back here, no one spoke a word, except you. Did I make a mistake? Is it about the dress? I'll wash it off and return it back to Donna-"

Alcina chuckled a bit, shaking her head. "No, darling. That's not an issue. Donna didn't mind. You don't have to clean it, I'll get one of the villagers to do it for you."

"Then what's the problem?"

Alcina pursed her lips. She looked like she didn't want to tell you whatever she was hiding.

"Please, tell me."

Alcina sighed, giving into your sad face.

She patted the seat next to her. "Come here, peach." You sat next to her.

"We know about the marks."

You froze.

"Marks?"

"The ones on your back, the scars and the huge red burn."

"What? When- how-"

"Donna saw them today."

Your eyes widened. "She was peeping at me while I was changing?"

"No. One of her dolls was in the room, and you know how all of her dolls are connected to you. She saw you through them."

You looked down at your lap, tears gathering up in your eyes.

"I- I-" You sniffled. "I'm sorry." The wobble in your voice broke Alcina's heart. She quickly wrapped her arms around you.

"Shh, honey. Its okay. I'm not mad at you. No one's mad at you. Just tell me what happened."

Perhaps it was her soothing voice, or maybe it was her big warm embrace that pulled you tighter into her chest. It just felt like something you had been missing all your life and it felt so right then to unload this plethora of emotions on her.

"I didn't mean to do it." You sobbed into her chest. Alcina stayed quiet, letting you speak. "I didn't mean to do it. It was- it was an accident."

She hummed. "Dad had bought mom a white dress. They were going on a date that night. They were going to leave me with a babysitter that night, but I wanted to go with them. I thought- I thought if I did something nice, they'd take me along with them." You sniffled. "While mom was in the shower, I took her white dress from her room and took it to the laundry room. Put it on the ironing table and turned on the iron." You laughed. "There was this just one crease that just wasn't going away. I was so stupid. I thought that if I let the iron stand on it for long enough, it'll smoothen itself out. But I guess I left it for a little too long."

Alcina's wanted to cry as she looked at the pained look on your face. "I burned through the dress. It's a surprise it didn't end up in flames actually." You wiped your eyes. "Mom was so mad. Furious. She yelled at me, screamed at me for being a nuisance. She took me to her room and pulled out one of Dad's belts and she beat me with it for some time. I think for 15 minutes, but at that time, it felt like an eternity."

Oh god. Oh god, that cunt-

"She wasn't done though. Told me that I still haven't learned my lesson. She took me back to the laundry room and turned on the iron."

She better have not-

"I was crying one second, and then I remember feeling this white, hot pain. I fell to the floor as this hot burning sensation wasn't ending. My back felt like someone was slashing the skin open with knifes. When I looked up, all I could see was her holding the iron. I realised then she had placed the iron on my back." You let out a shaky breath. "She picked me up and took me to my room, laying me on my bed with my back up. I was still screaming. She waited until I stopped. She told me that I was to stay here locked in my room for the night. And if I made a single noise, she'd have dad come and iron my tummy. At that time, I really believed he would've done that."

You rested your head on her chest. "After a week of ignoring me, she bought me McDonald's and told me how I was going to be a big sister. I forgot all about the incident since then. I can't really blame her for that time though. She was pregnant with Rose then, so hormones make you lose control a bit. Besides, that was the only time she was violent with me. And I was an annoying kid if I'm being honest-"

You felt something wet hit your hands in your lap. Droplets. You looked up and saw... Alcina was crying?

Your eyes widened as you wiped her tears. "Alcina? Why are you crying? Are you okay-"

She tucked your head underneath hers, rocking you back and forth slowly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry you had to go through this. I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop it. I'm so sorry."

You were shocked. She was sorry? Why? You rubbed her back. "Its okay. I'm over it now. It doesn't bother me anymore."

Alcina pulled you away from her and looked at you. You were just a girl putting on a brave smile for her, but behind those glossy eyes was still the little child that just wanted her parents to love her.

"Does it hurt?"

You shook your head. "The scars? No. The burn mark doesn't either, it just got a little irritated by the lace."

"Can I see?" Alcina aksed in a low voice.

"Oh, um, sure." You know she would be worried if you didn't show it to her. You lifted your gown over your shoulder, turning your back towards her. You panicked when you heard her let out a sharp gasp. You tried to shove the gown back down but a large hand took ahold of your wrists. "I-it isn't as bad as it looks!"

Alcina slowly traced one of her fingers over the scars and noticed how you stiffened. "How old were you, Y/n?"

You didn't reply.

"Y/n."

"... 8."

Alcina clenched her jaw tightly. "They haven't healed."

You finally managed to pull away from her grasp, the nightgown falling back in its place. "They- they would've! It's my fault for touching them constantly."

No, its because they were too damn deep and very painful.

"I'm fine, really..."

Alcina wanted to tell you you were not, that what happened to you was not your fault, that you were just a child who shouldn't have gone through this. But she knew that it would only trigger you and make matters worse.

"I can ask mother Miranda to make something for some healing ointment." You looked at her, worried. "Does everyone know?"

Alcina shook her head. "Just me, Donna and your sisters for now. But they've promised not to say a word of this to anyone else. Is that okay?"

You nodded. You can't handle all of them being... weird with you again.

Alcina stood up and took you back to your room. She tucked you in bed, her fingers smoothing over your hair. "Donna's making more dresses for you tomorrow. Something more breathable and light." You smiled. Alcina smiled back and kissed your forehead. Before she left the room, she turned to you and said "You're safe with us, Y/n. I won't let anything hurt you."

"I know."

Alcina closed the door and walked back to her room, where her daughters were waiting for her. She knew they already heard your entire conversation with her.

"You three, stay outside Y/n's room. Guard her with your life from now on." Alcina sat down on her vanity and picked up the phone.

"Who are you calling, mother?"

"Mother Miranda. I want her to send Mia Winters here.

It's my turn to torture that bitch."

So, how was this?

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tu-sugar-mami · 3 years ago

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It has always been you...

I've been thinking about this for a while now. I'm sorry.

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Donna has a recurring dream. A blurry figure extending its arm towards her always appear in the same place, and even though its features are distorted Donna somehow knows it smiles. It's not a creepy smile, no, but one that feels like home; safe and warm. But after she gathers her courage and reachs for the offered hand she always wake up with a thumping heart and a very intense feeling of yearning.

She starts to lose sleep thanks to the dream and starts spending the early mornings in her workshop nursing a hot cup of tea while wondering if this creature really exist or if it's her loneliness finally taking a toll on her.

On the other side, you have a dream of your own. But this one, far from being comforting, shakes you to your core. A blurry figure also does an appearance, but this one is afraid, limping away from you and supporting its form against a wall while leaving red streaks behind staining the marred white wallpaper. It breaks your heart that you can't help it. It makes your blood boil to think someone hurt it. Whenever you reach out and your hand is mere inches from touching its shoulder you wake up abruptly, with your heart racing and your body trembling.

You too wonder if there's a reason for this dream or if you're simply being punished for your past sins.

It doesn't take long before you decide you need vacations.

You bid goodbyes to your friends and with a snap of your fingers you leave the current plane of existence to appear a second later in the other side of the world.

Romania is a pretty place. Cold too, and no matter how powerful you can be, you need to find shelter before properly installing yourself somewhere.

You follow where your instincs tell you, and youre met with a really big state that you can only dream of, but speaking of dreams; you can't shake the feeling of deja vu.

Lady Beneviento of course is not waiting for anyone to loudly arrive at her home and almost make her spill the sixth cup of tea of the day that she made in attempt to conceal at least some sleep.

Donna much less expects this person to be everything she ever wished for. Kind, loyal, smart but somehow in possession of a single brain cell.

And you, of course you don't expect finding this beautiful woman on the other side of the door.

You came to the Beneviento Manor in search for shelter, but you ended up staying to work for the Lady as the only maid.

You grew to love your job, but you grew to love Lady Benneviento even more.

One day, while arranging the cluttery for the afternoon tea, you ask the Lady if she doesn't have trouble sleeping with the thunderous roar of the waterfall behind the estate. She says that it doesn't bother her. Of course she doesn't tell you that she's been sleeping like a baby since you got there. You won't admit it out loud either, but your grasp on sleep it's easier now that you sleep a room away from her.

It's been months now, and every accidental touch, every giggle from Lady Beneviento sparks something warm and happy in you. You admire her. Even after all the tragedy in her life she is still a gentle and kind soul.

It makes you sad that this person has suffered that much, and you make it your mission to make her life as happy as possible as long as you stay here.

It's a cold, rainy day when you find yourself sitting next to the Lady on her comfy couch while basking in the warmth of the fireplace and reading out loud for her. She won't tell you, but she enjoys the sound of your voice. She likes hearing your lively whistles around the house. And she absolutley loves your quiet but passionate singing when you think no one can hear you. Every time you greet her she loves the way her last name rolls off your tongue, a sweet "My Lady Beneviento" blessing her ears and brightening her day.

It's in this cold but warm with you day when she finally tells you to call her Donna. You don't have to be told twice, and Donna finds her new favorite sound.

A few more months pass by in a blink. There's no one else in the house except for you and Donna's motionless dolls since their creator is attending a meeting with her siblings and some Miranda person. You don't mind being alone at all, and you spend the day cleaning the old rooms that are barely used. You're exhausted by afternoon, and on your way to the kitchen you stop short to admire the painting hanging on the wall by the stairs. It's not like you haven't seen it before, but this is the first time you take the time to really take in the details.

The person you presume is Donna (since she's holding Angie in her arms) is beautiful, and you can't help but wonder why would your Donna hide such breathtaking view.

You don't know for how long you've been staring at the painting when you feel someone approaching you from behind, and you turn around alarmed only to find your Lady standing there fidgeting with the hem of her always present veil.

"That one is not me. Not anymore..." She says in a soft voice, one you grew to love and cherish since she isn't a very talkative person. But this time, her tone is strained, forced... sad. You wish nothing more than to hold her in your arms and shield her from her demons, but you know better than to push her boundaries.

"If i may ask, Donna, what do you mean by that?..." Instead of an answer, all you get is a heartbreaking sob and a retreating crying lady.

You regret asking and feel guilt bubbling in your stomach, but you didn't know. After spending a sleeples and stressful night you decide it's better to not touch the issue again.

The next morning though, it's not you who decide to approach the topic. It's Donna herself.

Donna is anxious and a little bit nervous. She'd be lying if she said she's not scared, but this has to be done. In her eyes, you've been nothing but kind, gentle and patient with her since you arrived. To her, you deserve to know the truth of the monster you're dealing with. She's afraid to see your reaction once she shows you her face for the first time, but she'd feel awful if she kept you oblivious to the fact that the woman in the painting is long gone.

It's not easy for Donna, and you understand. Angie is here to support her and it's the first time you see the doll being so serious about something. You know your Lady is a shy and reserved person, and you worry you crossed a line last night. Perhaps this is the begining of the conversation that would lead to them sending you back to home, their way of telling you that Donna didn't want you here anymore and that you overstayed your welcome.

To your suprise, and Donna's, the veil being gone doesn't change anything. Sure, you weren't expecting seeing the side effects of her Cadou (as she would explain to you later, again by the fireplace) but you don't find her any less than beautiful for having it. It's a part of Donna and you love all of her.

"This is what i am." Donna says, "A monster..." while clutching the cup of long cold tea.

You sigh and gently tuck a stray hair behind her ear. The fireplace flames giving her an ethereal hue outline and you can feel your face flush with how bewitching she is.

"Well, i for one think you're beautiful, My Donna..."

Donna never had her heart beat as fast as in this moment, threathening to burst out of her chest with pure happiness. She's speechless and wants nothing more than to love you and let you love her, but as it happens sometimes, Angie beats her to it.

Seeing as Donna didn't reply you panic for a second, believing that you went too far by calling her that, no matter how much trust you have to each other. You feel a pang of worry in your chest and youre about to apologize for your bold and probably unwelcomed words when Angie speaks.

"Ugh, disgusting. Don't say sappy words like that again."

And just like that is not only the spell that is broken, but your heart too and in such a way that you swear you can hear the million pieces clacking as they hit the floor.

Donna just told you how her Cadou works. You know now that Angie is connected to her and that when Donna has trouble saying something she can always say it through her dearest doll.

It aches, it burns. You feel heartbroken and ashamed. To think that you had been bold enough to uncover your feelings to this amazing woman, only for having your naive ass to land harshly again on earth...

You had been foolish. You should have kept your mouth shut.

"I apologize, Lady Beneviento. i assure you it won't happen again." You feel a lump on your throat and struggle to get the words out. Your eyes sting but you refuse to ridiculize yourself further by crying in front of your boss. "If you'll excuse me, i'll return to my duties..." You stand and give a half hearted bow, enough to not being disrespectful, before hurriedly leaving the room without looking back.

Lady Beneviento still hasn't moved nor has she said a single word. Her mind too busy processing what just happened.

"Oooh... Donna, i think i messed up..." Angie could only stay still as Donna's arms tightened around her and soft sobs could be heard.

Angie had never felt so guilty before because of her words.

Once the Lady calmed down and let go of her, Angie went in search of you to apologize and explain to you that she didn't mean what she said. That she was only joking and that sometimes she doesn't think before speaking. She goes all over the house but there's not a single clue of where you are or where you can be, and it freaks her out because... Did you left them? Were you so hurt by those cruel words that you decided you didn't want to stay anymore?

In reality, all you did was going home, or at least what you used to call home before you met the Lady. Teletransportation sure comes handy sometimes. You decided to visit a friend and spend the rest of the day with them eating ice cream and watching cartoons in a slightly healthy way to cope and mend your heart.

Angie searched for you all day until very late at night but she wasn't succesful for obvious reasons. She didn't know how to tell Donna that she had fucked up and that you were gone for real. She doesn't know how to face her owner now that she probably ruined her one and only chance to love.

Donna sits on her bed late at night, reading your favorite book in attempt to quench her necessity of you. She doesn't sleep, but she doesn't dare to cross the hall and visit your chambers. She doesn't know about Angie's dilemma and she's blissfully unaware of the lack of your presence in the house.

The next day, she wakes up to a tray with some tea and freshly baked biscuits, as it's now custom for Angie to bring her from the kitchen, but as she goes to grab one of the goods she notices something important lacking. Flowers.

Since you made it your mission to make the Lady's day brighter, you started the day by baking happily, arranging a tray with tea and biscuits for breakfast ready for Angie to take it to her owner, and to give it a special touch you always added three small braided lilac flowers on the side of it.

This time though, no flowers made act of appearance.

Throughout the rest of the day Lady Beneviento notices the lack of your personal touches into the food you prepare for her. And not only that, but your quiet whistling and singing are gone too. She tells Angie about it, but she's met with the surprise that you had been gone last night and not a single doll could tell how you were back in the house again.

The Lady too goes into her own search for you, but even with her dolls help she can't find you... Until you almost bump into her.

"Forgive me, Lady Beneviento. I didn't see you there." You say as you pick one of the carboard boxes you dropped. You don't dare to look up and face the lady, who has her veil back on.

"What... What are you doing?" Your boss asks, hesitating, as if afraid of hearing the answer. She doesn't say it but it breaks her heart hearing you say her name like that. It hurts her you calling her like that at all when she has already found what is like to be called only 'Donna' by your loving voice.

You still can't look at her, but hurry to pick the thing you spilled up and be out of the Lady's sight as soon as possible. You're not being rude, but for now you think it's best to stick to your professionalism instead of your kindness. You're only working here for shelter, after all.

"I'm moving my stuff to another room. I left a note on the tray with your breakfast this morning notifying you of the change."

The lady of the house can't find her words again and you take that as a chance to retreat.

Days pass by like this, only showing up to do your duties and then dissapearing as soon as your chores are done.

One day, everything changes.

It starts with a lovely day. Not raining, not snowing. It's bright and the sun shines. You go on wit your duties as usual, avoiding as much contact possible with your boss, until you finish by afternoon and retreat to your new chambers to jump through the veil of space-time to your friends house. Today though, you have been feeling slighlty off and your throat feel dry. You've been coughin all day and it doesn't matter what medicine you take it just doesn't help at all.

A few weeks pass by and your constant coughing can be heard from afar. One day it's too much and on your way to leaving the afternoon tea to Lady Beneviento's workshop you feel a very aggressive wave of coughing coming.

Donna is waiting for you anxiously. All week she's heard your coughs and she's worried that you might have a cold. It bothers her that she can't help, that you won't let her help. She notices how you've grown cold to her and how you push her away whenever she tries to get close to you. It breaks her heart in such way that most of the nights she spends crying until she's too exhausted to deny sleep any longer. But today is the day she will finally gather her courage and confront you. She's sitting at the workshop desk, bouncing her leg while waiting for you to arrive when she hears a terrifying clash and without thinking twice she finds herself running to the source of the noise, only to find you on your knees...

You don't know how it's possible. It all happened so fast and your blood is now staining the floorboards. But what alarms you the most are the small velvety petals that are coming out of you. How? It shouldn't be possible and yet...

You look up to the Lady who upon seeing you in your state quickly kneels besides you, worry written all over her face, though you can't see it because she decided to go back to the comfort of her veil.

Coughing the flowers, not only the petals but the whole flowers along with stems, is painful as the thorns gash your throat raw, and when you see your Lady reaching for your shoulders the pain doesn't let you think clearly and you shove her away.

In your state you can't control your strenght and Donna ends up with her butt on the floor, but she's not mad nor hurt. She only wants to help.

You can't apologize with half of a flower coming out of your mouth, but your teary eyes beg for her forgiveness.

Without any other out, you decide for the easier escape and open up a portal in the floor right in front of you as it's easier to open a breach than to transport your whole body through dimmensions in your state.

Donna can only watch frozen as your eyes lose consciousness and your body falls limp into the bright void.

Donna is a fairly calm person who doesn't raise her voice much. She doesn't even use her voice that often and when she does it usually very soft. But this time... This time her throat hurts with an agonizingly painful scream as she reaches for the marred floorboards where seconds before was the bright light.

Donna's tears mix with your own on the floor, and it's only then that she notices the many familiar petals covered in blood. Her eyes widen as realization hits her...

Those are her favorite flowers.

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