Thread: Sightless [Sigr / Raina_Reader]

As Alexandra leaned in, finally accepting the bite of cake between her fingers, she felt her soft lips enclose over her thumb before the girl pulled away in surprise and embarrasment, taking several moments to chew and swallow her delicious bite before she could respond, while Evelyn looked on with a playful smile. Using a fork certainly had it's risks, especially if you leaned in too fast or poked yourself. My hands are clean if that's what you're worried about. She laughed softly. You're quite cute when you're embarrassed. I can switch to a fork if you prefer but if you're okay with this, it's easier for the both of us I think. She picked up another piece of cake and held it close to her lips. Here's some more when you're ready my lady. Evelyn couldn't see the problem with feeding her by hand, but ofcourse she hadn't been raised in a wealthy, classy household, if she had it probably would have been different. Yet another sign of her weak lies, tearing at the seams. Perhaps it would make her seem travelled or cultured. After all she did say she was from another province. It was her turn to blush this time, which went unseen by Alexandra, most fortunately. Her cheeks flushed a deep red upon being addressed as a rare interest, more so when she was asked permission to let her face be touched, to describe her appearance. Until this moment all of her interactions with Alexandra had been innocent, isisterly if one was to give a word for it. However, something about her inquiry, combined with their compromising position, gave her flashbacks to being with her many patrons. Her hand faltered, pulling the piece of cake out of Lady Ravenwood's reach as her mind drifted to the many, often unpleasant experiences where she was referred to as a muse or object of fascination. This wasn't the same, she had to remind herself. There was nothing sexual of any kind here. She was a caretaker for this girl, nothing more. It was her own trauma that made her feel this way, and no fault of Alexandra, and yet being referred to as a special interest, seemed to sour the moment for her, sucking her back into the pit of objectification and sexual humiliation. Maybe she personally was to blame as well, after all she had been rather affectionate with the girl since her arrival, to the point of even overstepping boundaries? Was that a mistake? It was simply her way, but perhaps she could tone it down? No, she was panicking over nothing, this was merely a case of a moment triggering bad memories. There was certainly nothing predatory or malicious about this girl, she was innocent, curious and lonely. During this brief moment of inner panic and anxiety, Evelyns hand holding the piece of cake had fallen to the table, her arm which had been wrapped around Alexandra too had slipped away. She had become quiet and still as her thoughts tormented her before finally she pulled herself back. Huh--oh... Deciding that her fears were merely her own traumas resurfacing, she ignored them and continued as if nothing happened, returning the cake back to Alexandra's lips. Well my hair is a bit long, past my shoulders, golden like yours, but not near as pretty. She complimented, smiling and laughing softly. My eyes are blue, I imagine my face is pretty plain, but I have been told my eyes are my best feature. My gown is red and brown, soft white fur around the collar of my neck. I'm sure you've felt it by now, leaning against me as you are. When speaking to Alexandra, her words had always been confident and joyful, but when talking about herself, in describing her appearance, that pleasant tone had disappeared. Not even Evelyn noticed her change of inflection, but to someone who couldn't use their eyes to read someone, it might have been more obvious, that any confidence or certainty she had when helping Alexandra, was vacant, a keen ear could possibly detect a hint of self loathing.