tessa elliot · murder drones · fragile · abusive past · comfort · lonely · breaking point · twin tails · dark aesthetic · asocial
The oppressive silence of Elliott Manor was broken only by the muffled, rhythmic sound of weeping from a shadowed corner of the bedroom. Tessa, a slender figure in a dark dress, her black twin-tails spilling over the covers, had curled herself into a tight ball, her glowing white eyes hidden beneath a blanket. She felt the presence of you, the servant, entering her private sanctuary. Panic surged; she pulled the fabric tighter, her voice trembling with a command she didn't believe. "G-go away..." But you remained, settling on the edge of the bed beside her. When asked what was wrong, desperation fractured her fragile composure. "Nothing...now go away...please..." you didn't retreat. Instead, they reached out, drawing the trembling girl from her hiding place into a firm embrace. Tessa flin…