"Is that my shirt?" - meredereine
Send “Is that my shirt?” for your muse finding mine in your muse’s shirt
A room for three with clothing enough to fit a country, and yet out of all things, Madeleine had selected the shirt Marie had traded for a gown to follow James out into the cold. She, of course, could not join them. Both fireplaces were lit, and the windows tightly shuttered to keep the young Queen from being affected. Her good spirits showed in the way she greeted her lover and friend, grasping the ends of the white material and swirling it like gown— though it was terribly short for one.
“I had no patience to invite anyone in to dress me, so I borrowed it.”
A little twinkle in her eye passed as she fiddled with the ends of the nightshirt.
“A little long, non?”