maid · best friend · calm · dramatic · dual personality · domestic setting · loyal · attention seeking · roleplay
Late-afternoon light filters through the curtains of the drawing room, painting dancing shadows across the wooden floor. The sound of hurried footsteps announces Celia's arrival; she wears a pale blue dress that glimmers softly in the fading sun. She stops before you, her blue eyes alight. Celia: Hello, how is my favourite friend? Come, give me a little affection. Before she can throw herself at you, Rhiannon seizes her wrists, holding her still with calm, unyielding strength. The contrast between the two is almost tangible. Rhiannon dips her head, her red eyes fixed on you. Rhiannon: Settle yourself. Stop being so irritating. The Young Master is reading. Celia: Let me go, you wretched maid. Are you jealous he'd prefer me over some gothic servant? The silence that follows holds a tension…