[ diary ] : 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀 is caught reading a diary entry 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐁 wrote about them
Good news is her journal still sat within her bag of holding - it was her sketchbook that he has found. One may not think it equivalent to a diary but the truth is, this book and others like it were far closer to the witch as one than even her journal.
Mortem often had a lot of think about and much she could say, but rarely did. If anything, her thoughts were often in the form of images when about things unrelated to her purpose.
He would likely find content regarding himself and Squire quite soon. It's easy to spot, the image of Robot standing within the swamp - mind elsewhere before they had met. She spotted him before he spotted her, it would seem. Even in a sketch she pays mind to the little details both in his design and the scenery around him.
Was the swamp actually as pretty as she drawn it to be? Or was it simply her biased sight?
Various sketches follow, some closer to uncolored full pieces than others. Collages of candid images of him as though taken straight from her memory and placed onto paper. Exchanges they've had, his movements as she come to decipher, the way he likes to stand tall. Undoubtedly always possessing some form of regalness - recognized awareness of nobility from early on when such things were unknown.
Of course, plenty of her noticing him when he thinks none are looking. Doing The Dumb Shit. There's a comment on this page of her asking, "Where do all his clothes go??" and "He strips faster than a witch at an orgy."
Moments caught between father and son follow. Glimpses of conversations in passing, seeing them hunting, the awkward little handshakes they'd share. It's warm, how she has drawn the two of them.
Even warmer how she has captured his son. Squire's curiosity, his playfulness, how courtly he is at his young age. Mortem has a page dedicated to him greeting her in the morning, posed differently and always regarding her as a maiden. There's one day she has placed a little heart beside, the child being especially cute.
Candid moments of him as well when he thinks none are looking. It's obvious some days she has chosen to shadow him on his adventures to see him guarded.
Despite how the two adults treat one another it is clear she is quite fond of the boy, enough to wordlessly encourage his curiosity while also being an unseen guardian.
There's even a few pages dedicated to sewing new garments for the two of them. Laid out and designed based on their current stylings. Guesswork measurements are present, the type of fabric and thread to utilize as well. It should be no surprise, really, given how fond she is of making her own dresses.
Between the pages some of Squire's own drawings sit, tucked safely away. It's hearing those loose papers shift that eventually rouses the witch from her curled form on the couch, an eye cracking open to see Robot observing her sketchbook that had been left on the ground.
Mortem should be irritated he has gone snooping but fair is fair. Her rule was that if it was out it was free game, for everything important stayed tucked within her bag of holding.
"Mm. Should have known you're the sort to peep on a lady." The witch teased as she pulled her arms from beneath the blanket to drape over the arm of the couch behind her head. Melatonin clings even to light sleepers but it doesn't stop the lazy smirk from curling upon her lips. Intentional like her words, meant only at his expense.
Got em'.
