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A Debt Repayed
((RP account based on Beauty and the Beast. Character spin belongs to me, but the character does not. I also don't own Anna Speckhart, or any of the pictures used unless otherwise specified.))
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Reagan arched an eyebrow, but she didn't protest. She hadn't eaten a decent meal since Theo had vanished, and she appreciated the obvious concern the Countess had for her well-being. "So... Um... Richard was telling me about how you have a position open, for an... Assistant or something like that. Is it true?"
She nodded as Richard left, feeling secure in this new house. She smiled at the Countess, but the smile faded as she caressed her. It was strange… And then the woman spoke, and Reagan could hardly understand her. The language was so old, nothing like modern English. At...
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She nodded as Richard left, feeling secure in this new house. She smiled at the Countess, but the smile faded as she caressed her. It was strange... And then the woman spoke, and Reagan could hardly understand her. The language was so old, nothing like modern English. At least, not the modern English Reagan was used to. "...I'm sorry? What was that?"
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The woman was absolutely gorgeous, and Reagan was in awe the moment she stepped into the room. She took the woman’s hand and shook it almost stupidly, then nervously tucked a bit of her brown hair behind her ear.
“Good evening, Countess,” she greeted. “…My name is Reagan.” So the Countess seemed nice enough, and the job seemed nice enough. It would be perfect. A place to stay in this beautiful house, no need to worry about rent or room and board… “Richard was just telling me about a position you have open…”
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"Thanks... I haven't had much else to do in years, so I just... Sat around and drew." She shrugged, taking the book back when he was finished.
She hands him her sketchbook, which is filled with coloured pencil sketches of people and random objects. There are multiple drawings of herself, and the same landscape and room.
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She hands him her sketchbook, which is filled with coloured pencil sketches of people and random objects. There are multiple drawings of herself, and the same landscape and room.
“Valentin. Interesting name. Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” She tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and pulled out a black leather book from her bag. “I bring my sketchbook everywhere…”
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The woman was absolutely gorgeous, and Reagan was in awe the moment she stepped into the room. She took the woman's hand and shook it almost stupidly, then nervously tucked a bit of her brown hair behind her ear.
"Good evening, Countess," she greeted. "...My name is Reagan." So the Countess seemed nice enough, and the job seemed nice enough. It would be perfect. A place to stay in this beautiful house, no need to worry about rent or room and board... "Richard was just telling me about a position you have open..."
Reagan would never turn down hot chocolate. She took another glass and began sipping it slowly. “I think I might be interested. …Would I get paid?” she asked, then was interrupted by the sound of heels clicking against the floor. And suddenly, her heart was beating in...
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((There was something scratching at my floor all night, and at first I thought it was just part of my dream, but then I started waking up and it kept getting louder... And now I'm fully awake and it's gone. ...I'm sort of concerned.))
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Reagan would never turn down hot chocolate. She took another glass and began sipping it slowly. "I think I might be interested. ...Would I get paid?" she asked, then was interrupted by the sound of heels clicking against the floor. And suddenly, her heart was beating in her throat. Nobility. The countess of Hungary... Wait, did Hungary even still have a Countess? Was it still a monarchy? All the books in Theo's library were so old that Reagan didn't even know if she could trust the information.
As for the Countess. Was Reagan suppposed to bow? Curtsey? Anything like that? She stood up when the woman entered the room. Surely that had to be the right thing to do.
“Oh?” She arched an eyebrow and continued eating until she couldn’t possibly manage even one more bite. “…Well when do I get to meet her? You’ve got me all excited now,” she laughed. “A real, live countess… Wow.”
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"Oh?" She arched an eyebrow and continued eating until she couldn't possibly manage even one more bite. "...Well when do I get to meet her? You've got me all excited now," she laughed. "A real, live countess... Wow."
She nodded and smiled at the man, helping herself to food and hot chocolate. She was starving, and this food looked delicious. “Thank you so much,” she said happily as she tried to eat as politely as possible, when in truth she really just wanted to stuff her face. But...
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She nodded and smiled at the man, helping herself to food and hot chocolate. She was starving, and this food looked delicious. "Thank you so much," she said happily as she tried to eat as politely as possible, when in truth she really just wanted to stuff her face. But Theo had always yelled at her for that, and she knew better. "So... Tell me more about The Countess. What is she countess of?"
“…No, you don’t have to call anyone,” she assured him, setting her bag down next to one of the chairs. She sat down, looking around. “…For me? Isn’t there anyone else? I mean… There has to be someone else who’s going to eat… Aren’t you?” she asked, completely perplexed by...
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Reblog if I can come into your inbox and start a conversation in character.
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((...I'm super tired and I have a massive headache.))
((I kind of just want to go take a nap, but I can't...))
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A Brand New World [Consort in training]
"...No, you don't have to call anyone," she assured him, setting her bag down next to one of the chairs. She sat down, looking around. "...For me? Isn't there anyone else? I mean... There has to be someone else who's going to eat... Aren't you?" she asked, completely perplexed by the fact that such a large table would only be intended for one person. Oh well, it wasn't really a large occasion, so maybe that was it.
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Reagan nodded. "Um... Where is the dinner table?" she asked, biting her lip and tugging on a few strands of her hair. She looked around, and then she was asked about her family. Her family, who she hadn't seen nor heard from in ten years. "N-No, I don't have any family... It's just me," she admitted. ...Why did they want to know about her family? To make sure they knew she was here? Well, if she had family, she could have told them that on her own. "No family."
A brand new world... [Consort in Training]
“It can’t be any messier than my room,” she chuckled, giving a smile and a nod to the women who quickly moved out of her way. It was a little strange, yes, but she didn’t think much of it. There were girls here… Reagan had never really met another woman, at least not for a very long time.
She stepped into the room, finding a corner to change in. She pulled off her torn jeans and put on the new pair, then ran her brush through her hair a few times. She didn’t have to look perfect, but she certainly wanted to look presentable. Especially if she wanted this Countess to let her stay.
Reagan returned within a few moments, looking much nicer than she had before. “Thank you,” she said to Richard, and she slipped her old jeans into the messenger bag over her shoulder.
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"Oh yes, please," she said eagerly with a nod. "I'm starving... And I suppose I can tell the story, if you want to hear it. I don't think it's particularly interesting, though," she admitted, shrugging as she followed him into the kitchen. She was lost in her surroundings, looking around and taking in every single detail. As an artist, she was fascinated by this sort of thing. The decor of the home, the design, everything was so... Lavish.
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“It’s a bit of a long story,” she admitted, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. “I guess you could say I’m running away. But there’s nothing really chasing me, so I don’t know how accurate that is.” She stepped inside, looking around the building. As far as she could remember, she’d only seen the inside of Theo’s manor, and this was quite different.
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"It's a bit of a long story," she admitted, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. "I guess you could say I'm running away. But there's nothing really chasing me, so I don't know how accurate that is." She stepped inside, looking around the building. As far as she could remember, she'd only seen the inside of Theo's manor, and this was quite different.
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She paid no attention to his roaming eye, instead focused only on trying to figure out where exactly she was. “…My name is Reagan,” she introduced herself, giving him another smile. “Reagan Moore. I came from Dresden, in Germany.”
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"It can't be any messier than my room," she chuckled, giving a smile and a nod to the women who quickly moved out of her way. It was a little strange, yes, but she didn't think much of it. There were girls here... Reagan had never really met another woman, at least not for a very long time.
She stepped into the room, finding a corner to change in. She pulled off her torn jeans and put on the new pair, then ran her brush through her hair a few times. She didn't have to look perfect, but she certainly wanted to look presentable. Especially if she wanted this Countess to let her stay.
Reagan returned within a few moments, looking much nicer than she had before. "Thank you," she said to Richard, and she slipped her old jeans into the messenger bag over her shoulder.
A brand new world... [Consort in Training]
“Oh. Well, I’m an artist, if that helps at all,” she said with a bit of a shrug, chuckling to herself. “If I could just change into something a bit nicer..I don’t think I’m really dressed to meet a Countess. Could you just… point out that room for me?” She held the pair of jeans to her chest, still looking around in awe. She hoped she would get to stay here. It was the same size as Theo’s house, but nicer. Nicer in the sense that she felt safe here, however wrong that feeling might have been. Richard was a nice man, and surely everyone else here would be nice as well.
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