FEATURING , IRENE ( @threadlled )
a creak in the floorboards petrified rose, unable to move even the slightest with the silence that followed. an eternity enveloped by the darkness, to hide daring escapades that never would have been attempted in the light of day. dare she had disturbed her parents asleep upstairs the entire rouse would have been exposed. another step gingerly taken had made the blonde far more mindful of the path taken until the window was reached, creaked open and confronted with a rush of the cold night air. her pale hands pressed against the window’s ledge with an attempted balance act on her tiptoes to glance below to the ginger haired girl. “ irene, ” a whisper shout beckoned the other closer, her hand outstretched to reach for the other, a helping hand down once the blonde had reached the first floor.
she’d never been explicitly told why, but rose’s father, once upon a time called king stefan, never cared for irene’s antics, the stories of goblins and monsters that lurked about to the very place the two planned to explore that night. sort of. “ i’m not missing another party. ” despite how juvenile the whole thing felt, to sneak out at night for a party in the woods. maybe it was just an excuse to do something that wasn’t inherently honest, but defiant. “ just be careful, ” rosamond warned. too close to the estate’s walls and a prick from a thorn bush could be expected, namely the space under her bedroom window and the cast iron wall trellis beside it. “ we should have made a bed of pillows. ” the perfectly cut grass below suddenly became likened to a bed rocks, a daring jump rosamond had become wary of.
had the front doors security system not been activated the use of it would have been far easier than the only window with a broken sensor.