#muse: giselle / the maid * ic

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        "Please forgive my staring, Lady @zorkaya. For a moment... you nearly resembled someone I served in the past. I mean this with the utmost respect."

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     Of course, it had been those very eyes that made Giselle realize that she couldn't have been the one she was looking for; her poor old heart was playing tricks on her again, and she did well to hide her disappointment ( not that she disliked Mistress Solokova, of course... )    "Of sorts."    The maid smiles.    "It has been a very long time - long before your family's acquisition of this manor, I should think."    Centuries, she omits. Oh, too long.    "They were not nearly as charming company as yourself, though. Hehe."

She had no eye of ruby, instead bearing the eyes of god's blood - ichor. Giselle's words were sweet yet melancholic. Just how long had she been here? "Oh really? Were they someone dear to you?" The stare did not have any malice in it, Sokolova didn't think so. "Ah, but you said you served them... How lucky they must've been. But where are they now, if you don't mind my inquiry?"