𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝔂'𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 25

Greta had pushed the two outside Brahms's door once she felt everything was set. She leads the two to her bedroom which was across Brahms's room. And let's just say, her room state could easily symbolize the nanny's behavior. It was a disaster. Clothes were everywhere.

They have to walk over them just to get in. Malcolm looks around and lifts her clothes as if looking for clues to the tragedy unfolding before him. "I promise you, not every girls' room is in this state," Evelyn said to him, able to light up his mood a bit.

But not long as Greta continues her rambles, "I couldn't figure it out before. There were these strange things going on. Little things. Sounds. My shoes that I lost." She gives the wall two knocks, as if a signal. "And then I remembered what you said. He's shy. He doesn't want people to see. But if you go into another room, if you leave him alone, he'll give you sign."

"Is this some magic trick?" Malcolm asked Evelyn to which her response was a shrug of her shoulder. Evelyn had become quick at what was happening, Brahms wasn't going to wait long. He's going to make this manor fun once more so that Evelyn won't leave and play with him more. Like when they were kids. "Maybe she thinks the 'he's' alive." Evelyn's comment which earns Malcolm a disbelief looks as he pieces Greta's behavior, "God, she really does. Doesn't she?"

When they enter back to Brahms's room. Everyone was already expecting something high from Greta's action alone. However, the doll sits still very much inside the circle. Just as where Greta had left him to be. "Disappointing much," Evelyn spoke out. It was intended to be quiet but due to the silence between them, everyone could hear her. Greta's smile faded, noticing this Malcolm put his arm around her, "It's okay. I think maybe we should sit down for a bit, yeah?"

But Greta was determined to prove herself, pushing Malcolm away she kneels before the doll. And spoke so softly almost like a mother to a shy child, "One more time. If nothing happens then I'm crazy. But I know and I believe in this. So, one more time."

So they played along to the nanny's request. Replay the whole scenario again. Now standing before the door to Brahms's room again. Even more tense this time. Greta reaches out for the doorknob and stops, she pulls back afraid. Seeing this, Evelyn took the lead, letting Malcolm comfort the nanny as Evelyn reached out and opened the door.

Inside the room is an empty circle, with no Doll Brahms. Malcolm let out a gasp, while Greta let out a laugh, almost a relief cry. A kind of joyous release that she knew, she was not crazy. "Where did it go?" Evelyn spoke the obvious now, as the two came down from their own feelings. There's no sign of the doll anywhere.

Greta just smiled, happy that she wasn't labeled crazy as she shrugged it off. Never knowing where Doll Brahms ever goes, they have to simply find him like the game hide and seek.

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Red wine filling a glass all the way to the top. They had found the doll lying aimlessly in the hallway after a thorough look in the room. Now, Malcolm and Greta sit on the couch drinking wine looking giddy and maybe more than a little drunk. Brahms is seated in a chair facing them with Evelyn beside it, she had passed out first from exhaustion and the drinks she had consumed.

But that's not overly thorough, Evelyn is simply lying there with her eyes shut and controlling the breathing of someone who's asleep. Understanding that her plan had just gone up a rank, her game was coming quicker. Thanks to Brahms, she no longer had to be 'patient,' she just needed one more person to come.

Music plays in the background. Not as loud as Brahms likes it, but loud enough.

"It's bloody incredible, isn't it? It's gigantic. It's huge. I don't even know how to feel. I'm half scared out of my mind and half...I don't know...amazed," He makes a "mind blowing" motion. Malcolm talks quickly, half from the wine and half from the excitement. "What do we do now? Do we tell someone? Go to the papers. Have experts come in? Do tests or, I don't know, a séance. We really don't even know what we're dealing with, yeah? Some sort of trapped spirit. Or a...a..."

"A little boy. Brahms is just a little boy," Greta responds. Taking in her words, Malcolm felt apologetic for his own. Deciding to change the subject he took this chance to open up and talk deeply with the nanny as this seemed like the right moment.

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Greta had woken Evelyn up; it was now late at night. She had just tucked the doll into its bed, all that was left was to bring Evelyn back to her room. That didn't much work as the girl quickly understood the motive the nanny wanted, so Evelyn brushed her off with a taunting smile before locking herself in her room. Not wanting to be anywhere near the first floor or stairway.

"Brahms did good?" Evelyn almost curses out at him, thanks to the alcohol in her system. Her sensing was slower. Turning around, she glares at the male that stood in the corner of her room, the shadow covering his figure, just begetting her to see his eyes through his mask. Brahms would be first to flinch if Evelyn ever glared at him, but after years of understanding her and playing with her, he knew when her glare meant seriously or not. And this moment it was not.

Evelyn is mad, not fibbing. But she was having fun with it too.

She moves to the side of her bed, purposely taking her time knowing that Brahms's eyes would be lingering on her and her figure. She looks at him for a moment, her head tilted to the side before she lets her gaze settle back on him and gives a long, drawn-out sigh.

"Good boy deserves a treat. You earn it." she had a seduced tone to her words. The mask of a well-polite girl had fallen, and she even let some teasing come out. She taps her fingers on her bed's sheets to give him access and permission. Evelyn moved herself to the side of the bed, as she looked up at him. A little of a smile, or a smirk, was hiding in the corner of her lips.

Brahms was debating if this was safe for him. Evelyn would never openly praise him, or let his action go away easily. Specifically, when he does things without her approval first. But his emotion got the best of him, and her sharp eyes had already pulled him closer to her.

The male's tall body fits into the soft sheets, as his head touches into the pillow. A twitch and a soft whimper escape from his mouth when Evelyn pulls him to her chest. Letting him breathe in her scent while she watches him. Daring to step more over the line, Brahms slowly raised his hands to touch her more, first through her layers of dress material before bold enough to graze under it to her skin. All while doing this, he kept his eyes on her expression, reading her carefully while Evelyn hummed a tune to herself that filled their ears.

He can sense her stance is excitement for the coming future, but for the most part, proud. And knowing that he did well has Brahms feeling happy.