chateau-elysse

[chateau-elysse]

Ode to the Witch;

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Incantate⠀

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Control⠀

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The Scenes of a Marriage;

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The Day has Begun⠀

Elysse and Robby meets. Their animosity towards each other is a side effect of their feelings.

The First of Many⠀

A bouquet of flowers and shyness is in the air. Elysse and Robby go on their first date.

Is this where it ends?⠀

Differences in their perspective lead to a fight between Elysse and Robby.

All is Well⠀

Elysse and Robby kiss and make up. It appears all is well.

(Un)Holy Matrimony

In togetherness, Elysse and Robby celebrate their new life.

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𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

Once the door is shut behind him, she goes to her knees, hugging Abellone close, crying to her baby’s fur.

Abellone simply snuggles closer, not making a sound, as her tears fall, adorning her cheeks and breaking her heart.

Elysse had thought she would be ready for this kind of commitment, one serious and long-term to last a lifetime.

Staying there for what feels like forever, she gathers herself, the sobs still echoing from her chest.

Shoulders shaking from her crying, she sits back, Abellone putting her head on Elysse’s lap, puppy eyes searching hers.

Patting her dog’s head, she ushers for her pet to get up, though it is more to herself. Washing her face, she stares at her reflection in the mirror.

Forcing a smile on her lips, she sighs. Tears start to form in the corner of her eyes. She let out a small whimper, detesting that she couldn’t stop crying.

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Opening her eyes, rather reluctantly, Elysse could tell she needs to ice them. Either that, or have people ask questions about what happened.

Going through her morning routine, she stares at the ring on her hand, feeling her lower lip tremble and having to distract herself with a breathing exercise.

Abellone comes trudging into the bedroom, tail wagging and nudging her thigh with her nose. She chuckles, a strained sound from her dry throat.

“Time for breakfast, mm, baby?”

Hearing 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, her dog’s tail wags even faster, and she smiles, making her way down to prepare Abellone’s food.

Putting the plate of wet food down, she puts a finger in front of Abellone’s face, a sign to wait. Doing her tippy-tappy dance with the front paws, making Elysse giggle.

“Okay,” she commands, giving a nod. “Good girl.”

Leaving her fur baby alone to eat by the pantry, she goes to prepare her own breakfast, deciding on a simple one: greek yoghurt and berries.

Poking a spoon through the yoghurt, she sighs. Usually, Elysse would be more excited about starting her morning, but it is hard to be looking forward to anything at the moment.

There is only one thing—𝘯𝘰, one person she would rather be with. Yet, that does not sound too possible at the moment.

The probability for them to meet so soon would be too low. She has to be content with spending her time alone.

Without him to pick her up or remind her to get home, she spends some time in the office, even going as far as to consider taking some offshore clients and customers.

Elysse also knows she should not let her feelings cloud her judgement, so she decides to take a rain check on that decision.

However, she did agree on some clients in Italy, specifically around Tuscany. They seem to not need her yet, but want to book earlier.

Over the weekend, she goes upstate to Pennsylvania, having to meet one of her short-term clients.

A sweet girl, she observes.

Just very green to the subject, and needs some additional training, also time. Elysse leaves behind some homework before they are scheduled to meet again.

Slowly but surely, Elysse stops crying by herself at night, resorting to reading some books, and writing in her journal as usual.

A few days have passed by. This morning, she wakes up with one thing in mind: that she 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 have to face her fiancé.

Would he even show up?

Elysse decides to not mull over it the whole day, instead of focusing on the task at hand. She goes through some early meetings, pushed to fit into her schedule.

The blonde had originally planned no work a few weeks before the wedding, with all meetings and appointments pushed back for the upcoming year.

Her current clients had all finished their training or any necessary aid, so she could sit back and focus on her wedding planning.

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𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.

𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙐𝙥.

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

Going over the agenda one more time, she closes the meeting before bidding her clients goodbye.

There is some time left, so she drives back by herself, to change into a winter dress, a velvet material with long sleeves and a slightly longer hem than usual.

Using the vanity table’s chair as her support, she puts the black sheer stockings with polka dots on, knowing the weather has been getting colder.

Deciding on a pair of boots, she zips up and steps out with her bag in hand.

The all-black outfit seems akin to a gloomier mood for a joyous event’s preparation, yet the sharpness of her green eyes don’t relent.

Elaine had informed her they would have the whole space for themselves. It is one of the venues planned for their wedding dinner, the night before.

It had been a multifunctional plan, also making it as dinner date, their moment together before the wedding comes.