She had taken up private tutoring, a way for her to earn money to keep a roof over her head. She hadn't liked the idea, but having found that she had no family to serve, and her own family that had been the kitchen staff all dead, and the Young Lord supposedly dead as well (as far as she knew), she was trying to make her way through life. But life was difficult. She never had expected that she, would end up tutoring said youth, or that she would miss being a maid slash kitchen wench in a house hold.
"[color=#ff4136]I know that you're not about to commit sacrilege in my presence,[/color]" Ophelia trailed off as she moved close to stop him from setting the books on fire, not understanding what the volumes were, only that they were books, and the memory of seeing the estate in flames, all those volumes lost, all that knowledge gone, it overrode the sense of self preservation, as she took a gentle hold of his hands, trying to still them from the act they were about to commit. "[color=#ff4136]But if you are, wait until you've given it a little more thought? What ever has you seeking these tomes imminent destruction, may not seem as deep a wound in a weeks time, and their knowledge missed, but unable to be reclaimed.[/color]"
She tried to keep her own body from shaking, from trying to feed her images of the estate, of creating the scenes inside, but the pair of scissors on her chatelaine bumped into the looking glass also strung from the chained clasp on her woven belt, before they swayed back into the thimble, the tinkle of metal on metal the only sound from her, other than the breath she dared take in that moment, waiting for him to decide what would happen next.
"[color=#ff4136]I know that you're not about to commit sacrilege in my presence,[/color]" Ophelia trailed off as she moved close to stop him from setting the books on fire, not understanding what the volumes were, only that they were books, and the memory of seeing the estate in flames, all those volumes lost, all that knowledge gone, it overrode the sense of self preservation, as she took a gentle hold of his hands, trying to still them from the act they were about to commit. "[color=#ff4136]But if you are, wait until you've given it a little more thought? What ever has you seeking these tomes imminent destruction, may not seem as deep a wound in a weeks time, and their knowledge missed, but unable to be reclaimed.[/color]"
She tried to keep her own body from shaking, from trying to feed her images of the estate, of creating the scenes inside, but the pair of scissors on her chatelaine bumped into the looking glass also strung from the chained clasp on her woven belt, before they swayed back into the thimble, the tinkle of metal on metal the only sound from her, other than the breath she dared take in that moment, waiting for him to decide what would happen next.
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