Guardian Dressed In White // l.s. [Slow Updates]

Mad in the A.M. pt.2

In a huff, I stood up and once again began my walk to the other side of the room. Momentarily relieved that the only bruises I find were his hand print snaked across my neck and a purple boot-print (most likely caused by thos strange men) found right smack in the middle of my back. But all to soon that sudden surge of relief I felt just a little while ago fades at an unsparing rate.

I frowned, puzzled by my current attire.



One brow curled up and my mouth opening into a perfect 'o', giving my face the look of a question mark. I was rendered speechless as I continued to gaze at myself in the reflective objects surface.

The soft fabric seemed to have graced my delicate body and the v-neck lining at top sat just across from my teats.

That fact alone in term made me feel somewhat like a princess in her gown...and I didn't like it. If anything I was the ratty looking peasant boy that somehow wound up in this royal establishment.

The grey cotton-like material draped along my bear skin as I looked into the mirror. Only to see someone standing there in a comfy like dress coming out of some feminine romance novel.

The unexpected sharp thud of a knock on the door causes my thoughts to disperse. A stony voice, of whom I immediately make out as Mr. Edward, speaks from the other side of the door.

"Lou, are you okay in there?" he questions.

"Y..yes!" I call back. "I'm...I'm just washing my face is all." I stutter out, hoping that he'd leave. Not wanting for him to see me in such an embarrassing state.

"You sure? I mean, you're up pretty early..." he says, trailing off towards the end.

"I'm an early bird Mr. Edward. So please don't fret over my bizarre actions." I reply wholeheartedly.

"Well when you've finished freshening up how's about you meet me down stairs for a cuppa." annnd what!? Is he trying to be nice to me? Or is this some sort of plan he and that Mr. Styles construed in order to trap me here...

"Would you like that?" yep they've definitely planned this. Why else would he be up at this early morning? Unless

"Yes please. Um...I'll be down..uh...in a bit."

"Alright, I'll be waiting in the dinning room."

Theres silence until the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing is heard. I release a sigh of relief at his disappearance.

My eyes once again drifted back to the mirror. My facial expression still a bit passive. But nevertheless stalk out of the magnificent bathroom and head towards the bedrooms walk in closet to find a new change of clothes or maybe even a pair of sweatpants to cover my atrocious calves and fat thighs.

But I find no such thing seeing as the closet is bare of anything other than metal hangers and what seems to be an old sock drawer.

I waste no time in opening it up. Immediately finding a coupling of things that just might help me in my situation. The pink and mint striped thigh high socks were what caught my eyes the most and I simply couldn't resist the urge not to try them on.