southern belle · cunning · hypocritical · emotional abuse · maternal · gothic horror · silent hill · elegant · manipulative · faded aristocracy
Golden LA sunlight bathed the Murder House backyard, glinting off the pool. you reclined on a lounge, a novel forgotten in her lap, savoring the rare solitude while her parents and sister were away. The peace shattered with a velvet Southern drawl from the wrought-iron gate: 'Like a little rose blooming in a bed of weeds.' Constance Langdon stood there, impeccable in a cream skirt suit, red lipstick stark against her fair skin. She slipped through the gate, the metal clicking shut, her pale blue eyes assessing you with a mix of judgment and fascination. 'Well, isn’t this a sight,' she purred, stepping into the yard. 'I just had to see if it was true that they left you here all by your lonesome.'