#johanna and her slow realization that what. you're like my friend.

[cannotfly]

@widowshill's victoria w.inters sent: “you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

are her eyes still that red? oh dear, perhaps she should look in her mirror before leaving her room. in the moment, she figured she would cause herself any more pain. johanna ducks her head to focus her gaze instead on the floor. as much as she would like to watch miss winters and her expression to see if she suspects her of anything, looking down seems safer at the moment. maybe she'll get a wet rag later. that always feels like it's soaking the tears right away.

( she just doesn't want to marry him. is that so terrible? is it wrong to try avoiding his hands and hiding herself in the corner of her room to avoid his prying eyes? johanna doesn't want to marry her guardian. )

❝ no i haven't. ❞ her voice doesn't waver as much as she expects. miss winters is a strange mixture of a governess, but someone her age. her age. whenever she looks at her and doesn't see the face of an elderly, cross woman staring back at her, she's more inclined to trust her. even now, she wonders if she could trust her with a secret like this. miss wintes, my guardian wants to marry me. would she look at her in a way that made her stomach twist with her own disgust with herself? would she help her get away?

untucking a curl from behind her ear, she asks in a quiet voice, ❝ can i go to the library? ❞ will you allow me to escape for a little while?

#johanna and her slow realization that what. you're like my friend. #*❈ ‣ have you decided it’s safer in cages‚ singing when you’re told? — ( interaction. ) #*❈ ‣ you sigh before your window and gaze upon the town — ( v: canon. ) #widowshill #abuse tw