[ mornings in the late spring are dewy, fresh. the weather up north is preferable to the marshlands of the south, where she and her brother once lived. philippa, who approaches anything with the usual levels of confidence and flair, had been uncharacteristically nervous for madeleine's arrival. her exquisite text-friend who spends her days passing by wrought iron gates in paris and walking by manicured parks, is here in the flesh.
she just wants these weeks together to be beautiful.
there are small cabins in arcadia, one of which she has taken care to decorate and make comfortable for them both as they spend some time a way's away from civilization. she's hung glass mobiles from the trees that tinkle in the breeze and sprinkle rainbows across the porch. there are even rose petals in the outdoor tub this morning, as promised.
entirely in her element, her heart feels light and she walks on air in those first few days. she gently takes madeleine's hand across the small breakfast table. ]
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Date: 2021-02-18 08:11 pm (UTC)she just wants these weeks together to be beautiful.
there are small cabins in arcadia, one of which she has taken care to decorate and make comfortable for them both as they spend some time a way's away from civilization. she's hung glass mobiles from the trees that tinkle in the breeze and sprinkle rainbows across the porch. there are even rose petals in the outdoor tub this morning, as promised.
entirely in her element, her heart feels light and she walks on air in those first few days. she gently takes madeleine's hand across the small breakfast table. ]
I did promise you a bubble bath.