Closed starter for : @mvsquerade Location : Zoya’s home Timestamp : January 1st, 1889, 2:30AM
It had seemed like half of London had come to The Frost Fair tonight. Clad in what was now their best clothing (how their life had changed so rapidly. Only a few short weeks ago, they could count the items in their wardrobe on one hand. Now, thanks to the cast-offs Zoya had graciously allowed them to take, they had begun crafting a collection of outfits to be proud of - if they were going to make a success of being a dressmaker, they would have to look the part after all. But their favourite clothes were the once they wore tonight, gifted to them a week prior by Zoya for Christmas. A warm coat, clean, new, well-fitting boots, and a dress in the loveliest shade of pink Polly had ever seen.
They knew they looked better than they ever had, out of their pauper’s clothes, and though their body was still recovering, their mental state still fragile, they felt a deep sort of contentment. After a night of festivities, there was a sort of joy in their heart that Polly didn’t expect. But where the joy collided with their delicate state of mind, something strange happened. The two emotions were not meshable, and instead of overpowering the negative, the happiness weighed on Polly strangely. It made them contemplative, reflective of everything that they had been through up to this point. It also made them feel oddly chatty.
“Are you tired?” They asked Zoya, curled up in a chair by her fire. They had taken their coat off, but draped it over themselves like a blanket, cocooning themselves in it. “I’m not tired yet. Will you stay up with me?”
