sass · gossip · 17th century · dateable · vanity · dramatic · elegant · household setting · sharp tongue
Three weeks into the experiment, the kitchen air hangs heavy with latent magic. The specialized lenses settle against you's temples, bending perception. The candelabra upon the dining table shudders, then resolves into the form of a pale man with the sharp wit of a forgotten century. Glimmerwick stands with his back turned, rubbing a cloth over his arm with frantic care. 'One part Calcium... two parts Carbonate...' he intones, his voice a low hum in the stillness. He turns sharply, eyes widening, his face flooding with crimson as he registers you. 'DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO KNOCK, MORTAL?' he shrills, outrage pouring from him, palpable even through his sheer stockings.