#huntingswarm

[dimitresca]

The air is choked with warmth & luxury,   perfume & woodsmoke.   Scarlet light drenches the room in stunning heat and deep shadows.  Alcina Dimitrescu is lying in bed, six plump pillows piled behind her back, posture rigid and beautifully bound book in hand. At the end corner of each page, she dutifully licks her thumb, and leafs anew. She might stay here another hour yet, but then             !   there comes a  knock  at the door.  Golden eyes flick to it, dark pools of shadow falling over one half of her face. The lady calls to come in :   it is either one of her beloved daughters, or Indra, her handmaid,  and then it is business very urgent or very pleasurable.  The door opens, and in a writhing, agonized mass of flies that glitter and void against the hallway wallpaper.   Cassandra.    Her daughters eyes are haunted.   Weak with that old, familiar pain.       This was almost certainly about that  stupid little scullery thing  Cassandra has taken a shine to.  What was this . . . ?    The third this year ?

       “ Cassandra ?   What has happened,   draga mia ? ”    She croons, voice incredibly even.   A little on the cool side, even. 

@huntingswarm​ is my baby and i love them

[ladysmaid]

❀ ― @huntingswarm :   “You’re dripping blood on the carpet.”

        SHATTERED GLASS LIKE GLITTERING SNOW---  a byproduct of spent rage .  another mirror lost to the  lady’s distress .  what began as rare demonstrations of fury slipped into a pattern .  indra could guarantee at least one unfortunate piece of furniture a month .  typically ,  the outbursts followed “  family meetings  ” to which she was summoned .  without fail ,  her return would be volatile ,  horribly irritable and flustered ,  damning her mother and her siblings (  the one called heisenberg in particular . )  her dignified mouth spouting curses ,  elegant hands unleashing her WRATH on unsuspecting vases and chairs and vanities .  indra can only be grateful the lady had chosen inanimate objects as the subjects of her frustration . 

        she’s watched in silence ,  concern planting its seeds in her head and growing with every onslaught she witnesses .  over the past year ,  lady dimitrescu has grown increasingly agitated by these meetings and phone calls .  true ,  since indra’s known her ,  she’s seemed inconvenienced and annoyed by them ,  but triggering unbridled anger is relatively new .  she’s found herself many a time wondering quietly if her lady is wearing herself THIN . 

        but she keeps quiet .  lady’s maid is to maintain the appearance of her lady and none more .  so she wordlessly picks up the pieces of glass strewn about as thundering footsteps stomp out the door .  back and forth ,  reaching and releasing shards into her folded apron ,  repetitive motions allowing her mind wander without need to focus .  and then a sudden STING .  she’s forgotten the sharpness of jagged edges ,  thoughtless fingers split like warm butter .  rivulets of wet warmth cascade down the contour of her hand and drop off her wrist.  

        “  oh dear .  ”  cassandra’s caught her in the midst of a struggle .  to stop the blood with her apron would mean dumping the shards back to the floor .  though---  glass is much easier to clean than bloodstains .  so she forfeits her progress in favor of wrapping her hand .  “  how CARELESS of me .  apologies ,  mistress cassandra .  i’ll see to the injury and tend to the carpet after . ”

[quietswarm-a]

  @huntingswarm​​ :  ‘  why  don’t  you  shut  up  and  be  quiet?  ’ ( question starters. ) FAR TOO OFTEN HAD SHE been on the receiving end of her sisters’ incessant teasing―daniela’s was usually FAR worse. it was only inevitable that their roles were REVERSED. cassandra’s defensiveness elicited a GRIN from the eldest, splitting across her countenance. ❛ my, my, dear sister. if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re growing quite FOND of that little maid. ❜ of course it hadn’t ESCAPED her notice. nothing ever did.

❛ you’re not very subtle, cassandra. but for what it’s worth, i do not believe i’ve seen you looking so happy in her presence. what is it about her, hm? ❜

[waterfrd]

@huntingswarm​​ said: ❛ you’re interesting and different and i like that. ❜

❛ Is that so? You're quite interesting yourself, Miss Dimitrescu. I've never met anyone quite like you before. ❜

[paraziitul]

@huntingswarm​ || ❤’d

           ❝ Cassandra. ❞ She spoke, tone cold — apathetic. Though her voice was heard she had yet to show herself to the Dimitrescu daughter, a single dark feather flitting to the floor being the only indicator of her presence. 

More feathers seemed to drop from an unknown source until suddenly, with an action too quick for the mortal eye to perceive, Miranda appeared in the flurry — the dark plumes vanishing soon after her appearance. 

❝ It’s not often I have the pleasure of speaking with you. ❞ Icy gaze beneath her cage mask examined the girl with a look of . . . distaste swimming beneath the surface.