The Bones of The Rabbit

Chapter 7

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You looked up at Lady Dimitrescu, then grabbed her hand as gently as possible. You ran your thumb over her first knuckle of her index finger. She was cold, but at the same time she was warm as the heat from your hand transferred over. "You know that I know what happened. If you want, you can tell me about it, if it'll make you feel better, my lady." You tried to make sure your words were stable, wanting to be a rock for her.

If you'll trust me, I'll be your rock. I just need you to trust me. I want to be your rock.

You applied pressure towards the middle and end of her index finger, a slender claw gingerly extending like a cat's nail. You released the pressure, looking up. "(Y/N), your offer is flattering, but I don't think it's appropriate right now." Lady Dimitrescu's words, while slicing deep, were as gentle as a butterfly's wing. "I can get through this on my own, dear." She retracted her hand from you slowly, giving a reluctant grin. "I promise."

Sitting in one of the rooms on the couch, Cassandra in a storm of insects flittered into the area. Taking a couple steps back, she came up to you after peaking in. "I saw you talking to mother. I haven't seen anyone so brave to grab her hand like that. Gutsy gutsy." She teased. "What do you want, Cassandra?" You grumbled, looking up at her. "Not much, I just want to know why you did it." She took a seat beside you, legs crossed and back against the arm. You stared at Cassandra, trying to make out her intentions. "No bad intentions here. I just want to know why you did it." Cassandra showed her pockets and sleeves. No tricks, no terrors, no bad intentions.

You took a deep breath, thinking. Did you really have a reason? "I wanted her to face me and know I'm willing to be there for her." You shrugged, your tone more full of confusion than certainty. "Gutsy. I may not completely like you, or even understand you, but if you're going to put in the effort to be there for her. I expect you to put your all into it." Cassandra's words ended in a hiss. "Because she needs someone right now who is going to put in the effort to get to know her, to spend time with her, and let her know everything will be okay." Cassandra punched your shoulder, then grinned. "And seeing as you're gutsy enough to grab her hand like that, (Y/N), then you should have those same guts to see her at her best and her worst."

You took a sip from your wine, then scrunched up your nose and put the glass down. With a small cough, one of Cassandra's insects flew out. "You're gross, Cassandra!" You called out, shooing the bug away.

Dinner had been served and it was rather quiet. The same lycan was at the table. This time, Lady Dimitrescu allowed it at the table, but had to eat with the proper utensils. After that, you did as you usually did. Took care of your plate and utensils, but this time you went to the girls' rooms and started to clean up. Daniela kept things she adored under her bed, and upon closer inspection... You blinked, processing what you saw. Albums, photographs, autographs, and stickers still in their packaging. You organized everything into their own genres and cleaned her room.

You started to clean Cassandra's room, going by different sections. You were happy she had shelves, now if only she put her things on the shelves. Stuffed animals, animal skulls, people skulls, cards, knives. You grabbed a piece of paper, writing on it.

Dear Cassandra
I'm keeping my promise

You grinned and folded it, placing it under her pillow. Her room was nicely clean now, albeit it took 45 minutes per section, so about 2 hours and 15 minutes total. You looked inside Bela's room. She was playing with her beetle and her room was relatively spotless. She looked up at you, then shooed you away, preferring the company of her beetle.

You closed the door, then went to check on Lady Dimitrescu. Poking your head through the crack of the door, you looked up at her. She was laying in bed, hat put to the side as she read a book. You caught her attention, then came into her room. "I was checking up on the girls and you. I wanted to make sure you were doing okay, my lady." You looked Lady Dimitrescu in her eyes. Part of you wanted to run away as fast as possible, but the golden hue in her eyes felt sombre and yet at the same time bright. You took her hand into yours, extending a claw. "I'm always here for you." You whispered, seeing a smile brighten her expression. You went to let go of her hand, but she slid her hand up and she grabbed your forearm. You looked at her hand, then looked up at her.

What are you thinking about?

Lady Dimitrescu tightened her grip for a moment, opening her mouth to say something, then she quickly shut it. Words evaded her for a moment, then she let go of your arm. As you left the room, you maintained eye contact. Closing the door, you took a deep breath and looked at your arm. There was no marks, just a lingering feeling and butterflies in your stomach.

I'll always be there for you.

You made your way to your room, laid down, and screamed into your pillow.