@spardae inquired ; [ cover ] to cover your muse with a blanket / jacket / coat when they’re lying down
Ultimate Affectionate Gestures ( accepting! )
She really shouldn’t be up at this time. Far too late for a sickly girl like her to be on the move around the mansion, but that didn’t seem to deter her from her ventures at all. The girl was quite determined to do something in particular ... something that apparently required her to drag her bed duvet across the floor. Thankfully, Ellen had purposefully chosen to keep it as clean as she could today. It wouldn’t really be good if it was stained with the blood from her legs, would it? The idea had been in her head for quite a while, but she never stayed up late enough to actually go through with it.
Sometimes, if she was paying really close attention, she found that people did like to sleep anywhere they could. Yes, she did it as well, but she didn’t think she’d find grown-ups doing the same thing. It astounded her so much the first time she caught glimpse of it that she had to see it again a couple of times before confirming it for herself. Those times she just immediately went back to bed ... but tonight seemed to be quite cold. Ellen could go without her blanket for one night. The cold never really bothered her once she was asleep.
Tiny feet were tiptoeing closer, eyes peeking at the man to make sure he was actually asleep. If he were awake, she might’ve just dropped the blanket and fled. The poor girl just wasn’t sure if she was allowed to do stuff like this. She knows that her ... well, that her previous father wouldn’t have let her do this at all. Just once. Just once and then she’d never do it again!
With that motivation, tiny hands began to carefully place her duvet over him as best as she could - which was quite hard to do. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t actually get it past his lap. Frustrating, but then the girl could’ve sworn that she saw him move slightly. And that was more than enough to get her to just leave the duvet as it was and quietly run back over to the doorframe.
... Maybe she could just keep an eye on him. Just for a few minutes. She just didn’t want the duvet falling off! Honest!
