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femslashficlets2020-07-13 01:24 pm
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[Tarot] Through a Mirror Clearly (Original)
Title: Through a Mirror Clearly
Fandom: Original (Holly and Hawthorn)
Pairing: Esserve of the Holly and Hawthorn/Charlotte Montrouge
Rating: general
Prompt: Moon
Word Count: 200
Summary: Esserve's maid calls her out.
Amelita pulled her comb through Esserve’s mane, detangling rough strands that stuck together. There were oils to soften it, but it would never feel like human hair; more like the fur of a well-groomed Pomeranian.
It made her smile to think of her lady as a small dog, but she was used to the thought coming to her, and it her lip merely twitched.
Esserve paused in her tirade. “You’re laughing at me.”
“Not at all, madam,” said her maid.
“You think I should not engage this mortal?”
“I think you are not engaging her for the reasons you state.” Amelita had the skill of listening while thinking of other thoughts; useful to someone who had been a mortal maid to an immortal for over seventy magically elongated years.
“She is a Montrouge…”
“She is also very pretty.”
There was a warning growl in Esserve’s throat as she turned back to the vanity’s mirror, eyes flashing. But Amelita continued to laugh. She was a hundred years old, and no longer feared her mistress more than was healthy.
Woe to the young Montrouge! It was better to be a servant to the Old Ones than a lover, any day.
Fandom: Original (Holly and Hawthorn)
Pairing: Esserve of the Holly and Hawthorn/Charlotte Montrouge
Rating: general
Prompt: Moon
Word Count: 200
Summary: Esserve's maid calls her out.
Amelita pulled her comb through Esserve’s mane, detangling rough strands that stuck together. There were oils to soften it, but it would never feel like human hair; more like the fur of a well-groomed Pomeranian.
It made her smile to think of her lady as a small dog, but she was used to the thought coming to her, and it her lip merely twitched.
Esserve paused in her tirade. “You’re laughing at me.”
“Not at all, madam,” said her maid.
“You think I should not engage this mortal?”
“I think you are not engaging her for the reasons you state.” Amelita had the skill of listening while thinking of other thoughts; useful to someone who had been a mortal maid to an immortal for over seventy magically elongated years.
“She is a Montrouge…”
“She is also very pretty.”
There was a warning growl in Esserve’s throat as she turned back to the vanity’s mirror, eyes flashing. But Amelita continued to laugh. She was a hundred years old, and no longer feared her mistress more than was healthy.
Woe to the young Montrouge! It was better to be a servant to the Old Ones than a lover, any day.
