forum Can’t You See The Ghosts? // a medieval lesbian romance // ONE-ON-ONE // closed

Started November 22, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Valentina studied Amelia appraisingly, a small smile curving at the corner of her lips. "Looks fantastic. It goes really well with your grey eyes."

Something about the look in Valentina's eyes brought a flush to Amelia's cheeks, though she had no idea why. "Thanks, Valentina." She slipped into it, pulling her hair over one shoulder and exposing her back. "Could you do up the laces, please?"

"Sure thing," Valentina said. Her slender fingers worked quickly through the hodgepodge of stays and wove the laces together expertly. "Do you want the stays tighter? It's the current fashion in Paris to see how small your waist can get without crushing."

Amelia snorted. Normally, she would have declined. But now……… the feeling of Valentina's fingers on her back and waist was oddly soothing. "Why not? Go for it."

"If you end up crushing your ribs, just make sure that you look fashionable on the way out, am I right?" Valentina joked, smiling. "… Now hold still, this may hurt a bit." She yanked on the stays until they shrank, hearing a small gasp. "Are you all right?"

Amelia winced, but nodded. "I'm fine, you just startled me a bit." Twisting her waist experimentally and trying to inhale, she found that she could not, in fact, do either. "Wow, I don't know how French girls do this… do you?"

(wait i thought i already got the laces, we're on the stays now

Her slender fingers worked quickly through the hodgepodge of stays and wove the laces together expertly.)

yeah, she was just saying that it was right because Valentina yanked it sharply

(oh whoops sorry)
Valentina nodded. "I'm French, and I can't even do this myself. Should I loosen it up a bit? Your fine figure will be of no use to anyone if your ribs are crushed by whale bones."

(Np lol)

Amelia attempted a chuckle, but the dress was too tight. “It’s fine, thank you. I might as well try, Jonathan and your parents are waiting.”
(Sorry for reverting into shitty two-liners, I’m stressed rn and can’t write well)

(nah, it's fine :P)
"Let's head downstairs," Valentina said, opening the door. "I'm sure that Jonathan will love your new look- blue is his favorite color, did you know?"
(hope you feel better! finals suck.
also should we do a timeskip soon?)

(Yeah Oof
Sure)

Amelia, for once, didn’t blush at the comment. She smiled shyly, though, and followed Valentina out. “That’s fortunate, it’s one of mine too.”

(when?)
"Seems that you like the more… cooler side of the spectrum," Valentina said, heading down the stairs. "Mine is yellow- it reminds me of the sun, of flowers, of gold… what's not to like?"

(The outing?)

Amelia followed close behind, struggling to take in a breath. “Yellow is definitely beautiful, but I prefer calming colours. Greens and blues, great, lilacs.”

(isn't that tomorrow?)
"So you like water colors, and I like fire colors," Valentina said right as the two headed back into the room. It was clear that the two had just unintentionally interrupted some important conversation between the adults.

(Yeah, sorry, when you said Skip I automatically assumed you meant to the next day)

Amelia froze as they entered, her father turning his head to pin her down with a long stare. “Sorry we took long,” she managed, swallowing. “There was an issue with the stain, it’s been resolved.”

Bump

(oh whoops sorry i thought you meant that when we get to the outing we skip
do you want to skip when dinner's finished?)
"Don't dally next time, Amelia," Lord Swan said, and Valentina felt an urge to let out an inappropriate laugh at the double meaning. "You mustn't leave our guests waiting."

(Yeah sure)

At the end of the night, Amelia was escorting the Rembrandt siblings back to their rooms. The rest of the dinner had been pleasant but uneventful, mostly polite small talk, breaking the ice, etcetera.
“Goodnight, Valentina, goodnight, Jonathan,” she told them with a smile, already anticipating her soft bed.

"Good night, Amelia," Jonathan said, bowing. "It has been an honor to get to know you."
Valentina winked, giving a small wave. "See you tomorrow." She headed to her room, when all of a sudden, she thought she saw something move in the corner of her eye. She jumped, startled, and peeked cautiously around the corner. However, it was nothing more than a white curtain fluttering in the wind. She gave a nervous laugh and walked away. All these talk of ghosts and spirits must be getting to me…

Amelia dipped into a curtsy, bading him goodnight before slipping away. Back in the safety and privacy of her room, she allowed herself to flop down onto her bed, sinking down into the luxurious mattress with a sigh. Her mind ran over the events of the day, eventually coming to the conclusion that Jonathan really wasn't that bad after all…

(time skip!)
Valentina woke up bright and early- in fact, much earlier than she was used to. That's odd… I normally wake up at four, not five. She looked outside at the still darkened sky, and decided to head over to Jonathan's room to see if he was awake as well.
Once she opened the door, she knew that something was wrong. Jonathan was tossing and turning in his bed, his skin almost warm enough to be feverish, and he was muttering in strange tongues.

(oh no poor Jonathan)

Amelia was jolted out of her peaceful sleep by the ear-shattering wailing of a ghost. She sat up, rubbing her eyes blearily and trying to get a grip on whatever was happening this time.

Standing– or rather, floating– in front of her vanity was a tiny, translucent child, staring at her lack of reflection and bawling her eyes out. Amelia groaned inwardly and got out of bed, wincing at the child's wails even though she knew she was the only one who could hear. "Hello?" she called softly, "Little girl?"

(Oof this died

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