𝓣𝓮𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷

afternoon dearest

A warm summer evening in the Livingstone manor.

The sun shone down on the house, illuminating the pastel colours of the luxurious fairytale garden and making the ivory hallways and pearl white marble floor glow like a heavenly path, leading to a mysterious white door. A cool breeze makes the hall smell of old books and warm cake, undeniably an odd mix but not half bad. Past the fresh hold of the white door was a gargantuan circular library; with walls by a set of spiralling brass stairs, to take you to the next floor of a seemingly endless supply of books.
Beams of light beaming down through the glass dome ceiling, making you feel as if you were out in the open, the smell of books and cake more noticeable now.

Sat in the centre of the library at a table with a book, a cup of tea in a China cup which was accompanied by a slice of Victoria sponge cake, is me. The Lord of Livingstone, accompanied by yet another delightful treat: but in human form, my lover Joan Livingstone. A delightful little thing in my eyes and she also sits reading. I know I said I have a book in my hand, obviously, I would be reading it...right? No. I was daydreaming about Joan dancing with me and us kissing, but I didn't want to disturb her- she looked beautiful in her tranquillity. She often looked beautiful doing whatever she did; but Joan often denied her beauty, unfortunately. I decide to quietly and ever so slowly move my chair round to Joan I manage to get close enough so I surprise her and kiss her on the cheek.

I chuckle at the shocked face she makes"so how far are we in the book?"I ask almost giggling like a little child.

Joan quickly answers"why must you always do that?" I shrug I can't sit quiet or still an impossible thing to ask a person who runs on tea alone to accomplish.

"Would you like to go for a walk Joan?....even if it's just around the garden or the house....please? "I say this all with a stupid grin on my face. Joan let's out a guffaw "oh fine come on"Joan answers and begins to stand up closing her book I stand up quickly and take Joan's soft hand in mine and I start walking Joan lagging a bit behind due to my fast eager pace by the way I was acting you would think I had something to show her or give her there was always an uncertainty to that whether I had something to show her or I was just excited to be holding her hand again even though we are married and sleep together  I'm constantly excited to be embraced by Joan or even get even a small tap or for her to gently kiss me. Although Joan thought of herself as a demon I still love her. Demons are said to live in the fiery pits of hell and she is the one striking fire in my heart and so if there is a hell on earth this is it and I'm thoroughly enjoying my experience.

Joan smiles as I walk ahead still I hold her hand down the ivory hall my black skirt gliding behind me and my shoes click on the marble I walk to a door that leads into our garden with the light still shining on it, it still looks like a mesmerising mystical cacophony of colour. We have white dancing lady orchids, Lilies, peony's and many more. I and Joan follow a soft cobblestone path towards a white bench across from a small fountain I begin humming to myself as I slow my pace and sit down on the bench I pat the space next to me and Joan sits down beside me I hug her arm as I watch the water rain down into its pool Joan rests her head on me it's peaceful it's nice it's heavenly.

Birds chirped in the background, the sound of water and her movement fill my ears as I try to relax.

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