#priscilla langbrook

[mikkstaape]

Trying to get used to posting any and all art everywhere if possible 😸

My shaylaaaa 😭😭

[incorrect-from-the-hip]

As long as its not another buttercup…

Lord Langbrook: Rumpold, what do you value about Priscilla?

Rumpold: She's thoughtful. She picks flowers and bring them to me. Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but...

Rumpold: That’s how I know they’re fresh!

[svnnyd4ys]

Priscilla is several years older, and she still thinks a lot about Annabelle.

Sorry.

Her mother. Her captor, her possessor.

Lady Langbrook has taken to correcting her.

("No, Priscilla, darling! It's important to know where you come from!" She'd say, smoothing a trembling hand over her smooth gown, erasing any wrinkles made from Priscilla's small grabbing hands.)

She is still loved like a daughter, watered with affection like the plants her mother rose from- but Lady Langbrook looks at her with fear.

Priscilla is not thinking about her mother.

She is thinking about what she could've done better.