#demandingduchess

[dreamingxtelekinetic]

demandingduchess has discovered you 

"..You probably already know that I'm not cleaning that up."

[gentleribbons]

Although she was almost like a pet, it was unclear whether the Sylveon knew Diana was only interested in her gifts or just thought the other genuinely cared for her company a little. In this case, it was probably the latter, since the pink Pokemon hasn’t exactly witnessed much of how cruel Diana could be.

"Thanks," Angel responded with a smile, closing her eyes for a brief moment as that single word was spoken.

"I apologize for not visiting sooner."

[gentleribbons]

demandingduchess:

"Oh, no, it’s fine - did you get anything for me?” Diana was quick to bring up any possible gifts - though she still would give the creature a pat on the head for returning to her.

"I'm sorry. I don't have anything for you this time," Angel answered, her tone of voice become slightly apologetic. If the Sylveon had found a gift, she certainly would have brought it.

[theunluckyjennifer]

        Sweeping up some debris from the floor into a dustpan, Jennifer dumped it into the trashcan. So far, it had been a normal day. Got teased a little by some of the other children, chastised by the adults, and now on to cleaning duty. She couldn't complain. At least the girl got a moment to herself whenever she cleaned.

        Still, Jennifer never knew what was going to happen in the orphanage. Even in her alone time, she was always worried someone would pop up. One of the aristocrats would find some reason to bother her. Maybe one day she would develop a sixth sense for this type of thing and be ready.

        Feeling a little paranoid now, the young girl pushed the trashcan out of plain sight before grabbing the duster to dust the shelves of the play area.

[roseruled]

demandingduchess

"Brown...?" She calls the dog's name, cautiously and hushed, after sliding the door aside and poking her head into another dingy room. He had run off so suddenly, she hadn't had the time to secure his collar and stop him, and he'd been gone long enough to make her uneasy. Brown offered little protection against the strange creatures rampant in the airship, but having the dog close at least made her feel less alone in the strange dirigible. She searches the darkness of the room, desperate for some small movement. The silence is stifling, with no sign of any scuffling or scratching of paws. Strain as she might, the darkness remains still. Her fingers tense around the door's edge nervously, and she backs away, eyeing the rooms she has already checked. The floor beneath her tilts. The walls around her groan with movement. She adjusts her balance to accommodate the shift, bracing her other hand against the frame briefly. Brown has gone farther then she had hoped. She couldn't raise her voice too much - who knows who may hear her - but if he wasn't found soon... She swallows, and takes in a short, unsteady breath. "Brown?" Jennifer calls again, with only slightly more force.

[greatgrandchildrenofthestars]

Demandingduchess started following you

"Another guest? Welcome to my mansion!"

[bloodstainedjacket-archive-blog]

demandingduchess:

Perhaps yelling at the adult in the situation wasn’t her best idea, but at that point she had gotten too frustrated to hold her tongue, and — well, Diana certainly paid for it.

After she was struck, the girl had begun to cry, from both lingering pain and leftover anger.

"Ow-! … You … you hit me!”

     Perhaps it had been too harsh for the situation; then again, he had tried just about everything else when it came to dealing with Diana. Maybe she'd understand that.

    "Do you know why?"

[theunluckyjennifer]

{ ℜ } Closed -- Jennifer & Diana

Shifting from one foot to another, Jennifer anxiously peered out into the hallway. Her eyes scanned around for an object that she had accidentally left there earlier, a ball she had found for the puppy in the shed. One might say that Jennifer could just waltz into the hallway to retrieve it, but there was one obstacle in the way.

A ginger haired obstacle.

The little girl pressed her lips together to suppress a whimper that was threatening to rise up. Surely if Diana caught sight of her, she would say -- or do -- something to mess with Jennifer. The thought caused feelings of dread to instantly appear on her face. She had to wait, she couldn't take a chance.

Could she?