and so they go on

"Why didn't you just say that?"
It's a pointless question, given they both know Agatha isn't particularly forthright when it comes to personal things.
Agatha can't shrug, so she doesn't do much. The suggestion of weak sunlight is playing around the edge of the curtains.
"Well, then." murmurs Hester, after a pause. She yanks off her shoes and scrabbles back onto the mattress beside Agatha. She's careful not to touch her, but stays close, close enough for Agatha to hear her breathing, feel the warmth of her body, and notice every tiny movement she makes.
She doesn't sleep, though. Every time Agatha jerks out of her fitful doze, she can see her, watching her silently from under her arm.
She's still awake when Agatha struggles out of the fog of a heavy, confusing, dream in the morning.
--
long before tedros, there was hester. and long before anadil, there was agatha.
not lady a. not yet.
just agatha.
(1920s au oneshot, pre GMTG. Cover by @ kirstenlana_ on Instagram!)