𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇, The reclusive witch lived deep in the forest, far from prying eyes, embracing her life as a hermit, surrounded only by her content.
nell jackson x femoc
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˗ˏˋsomewhere in the woods. 'ˎ˗
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NAVIA SAT ON A FALLEN TREE George laid down next to her. Nell had just came back from steal a carriage from toffs and now was going through their things.
Navia took a trench coat and wore it, white gloves on her hands. She chuckled at Georges newfound glasses, staring at the trees above.
"I can count the leaves." She sat up, tapping her glasses. "I can see individual items."
Roxy sighed as she looked through a box. "I don't like going through other people's things."
Nell sighed, her mouth filled with grapes and her hand held a glass bottle of wine. "I don't favor t either. But i'm in a position where I have no choice."
Navia jumped from the tree, sitting across from Roxy, looking inside the chest.
Rasselas pipped up from the carriage, lifting up a white cloth. "Who wants cheese?"
"Can I have some cheese?" George raised her hand, walking over to the rest as they sat around Nell.
"Of course, it's ours now. I did apologize to them." Nell walked past Navia, placing her hat on her head who only pulled it back to avoid it falling off to her face, Nell continued to speak, "I did explain I was in a tight situation. And mouths to feed."
She shrugged, opening the bottle and drinking it. Roxy looked up at her, "What did they say?"
Nell pursed her lips. "Not alot."
Navia furrowed her eyebrows, taking off the gloves and grabbing a piece of cheese from the cloth rested on Georges lap.
"I want to go home." George spoke, placing the milk bottle on the ground causing Nell to sigh.
