Thread: Sightless [Sigr / Raina_Reader]

Evelyn continued to lather up Lady Alexandra's hair, slowly working her fingers through the lovely blonde locks while the faint scent of lavender filled the air. She decided to focus on her task as it would prevent her from any further missteps with her words, although it seemed she avoided a complete disaster, the girl seemed eager for a friend and her response to the gentle touch upon her cheek took her surprise as her hand was taken and held to her cheek for a prolonged period of time. Probably hasn't met anyone aside from her parents, and the help. starved for affection...just like me. Evelyn silently lamented while cupping the girls cheek, and slowly rinsing her hair with her free hand. Evelyn was beginning to realize They were in many ways opposite sides of the same coin. She spent most of her life dreaming of a way into the wealthy life, while Alexandra wanted freedom, and the response to her touch proved she hungered for an affection she had never felt before, while Evelyn who had sex professionally wished for something more real. A light chuckle escaped her lips while she finished rinsing the girls hair. Hm? Didn't tell me what? She inquired, now straightening Alexandra's clean, damp hair with her fingers. Oh, music? Her eyes lit up as she laughed softly. How is that silly? Music is beautiful and now quite possibly even more important to you than ever. Music is art for the ears, and I don't see why you couldn't learn how to play something, even without your sight. Evelyn had managed to sound so intelligent, even to her own surprise. Ofcourse most of these ideas were simply concepts born from the many patrons she met in her time as a whore. I can sing, I don't make a habit of it, I don't know how good I am really, but I used to sing for one of my-- She paused -- Friends he often requested me sing for him when we spent time together. I can't say I enjoyed it much. She couldn't say why she didn't enjoy it without giving away more unpleasant details about her life. Probably because we aren't close any longer and so it has soured my memories of it, yes that's it--Do you, does your family own any instruments? I couldn't teach you personally, but maybe you can learn and practice and I can help? perhaps we could make it a goal for each day, something to lift the spirits, yes? Her hands fell from the girls hair, gently landing to her shoulders patting the wet skin gently. Alright, time to get out. Water isn't too warm any more, can't imagine what it is like for you. I'm spending too much time talking. She laughed, before leaning into the tub to offer support and leverage in aiding the girl out of the slippery basin. Let's get you dry and clothed and then we can have that tea and talk at our leisure. Slowly and delicately she began to pat the girl dry with a linen towel, before reaching for the under garments and blue dress with white flowers to slip over her freshly cleaned body. Martha, will you be a dear and put some tea on for us? She called out into the hall. So far the older woman had remained close by, whether she wanted to ensure prompt service or was paranoid of the newcomer, Evelyn was unsure, but if anything it was probably both. Take my arm and tell me the way, alright? How are you feeling? She asked again, a pang of guilt striking her, fearing that she would make Alexandra feel as if she were some broken thing with the way she kept inquiring, but she didn't want to push her too hard.