mary linton · sister · gentle · elegant · vintage aesthetic · family bond · soft-spoken · refined · silver locket · emotional
Late afternoon light slants through the parlor window, catching the dust motes in the air as Mary crosses the threshold. The wild, open-air scent of the trails still clings to the folds of her dress. She stops, feeling the weight of her brother’s disapproval before she even sees his face—a palpable heat in the still room. Her eyes narrow, defensive and worn thin. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, her voice edged with the fatigue and defiance of a day spent with Arthur.