There Was Not A Lot In This World Charmion Couldn't Have If She So Pleased. With Her Parents And Social

There was not a lot in this world Charmion couldn't have if she so pleased. With her parents and social status she was primed for spoils, clothes, jewels, suitors. The world was practically hers for the taking. But none of that mattered if she couldn't have the one thing she truly desired. The one thing she wasn't free to obtain, who she could only ever have in the privacy of this room and could never show off to the world just how much she adored her. She was not cross at Hazelle, she was furious at the world. Though ever the ambitious mind, she was already making plans to try and bend the world to her will. To be able to have her cake and eat it too.

Which is why her lovers words catch her off guard. It is an option she has only ever dreamt of but never spoken aloud, one she has not let herself. It came with too much risk, there was too much to lose. Wide blues catch the others with a deep sadness, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "My love...you know I want nothing more...." Sucking in a sharp breath, Charmion sits up, cupping her other hand over Hazelle's. "Do not despair. I have a plan, you see. I am to be betrothed to Lord Harwood and he has pull in the Kings court. I shall get him to convince the King to abolish such places and let you come live with us. Harwood shall be away on business a lot and I will need a lady to keep me company." It is a compromise she isn't sure the other will want to hear so she attempts to deliver it with a soft smile, reaching to caress her love's cheek.

open to: women or fem presenting plot: based on this idea, set before Hazelle gets turned into a vampire bc I need a dark sapphic plot thnx - hmu to plot more if you’d like! connection: childhood friend & lover/sweetheart.

“Are you cross with me?” Hazelle asked in a soft and concerned tone, leaning against the bedpost of the others bed before she huffed a breath and plopped down on the soft mattress next to her friend, taking hold of their hands in her own, thumbs brushing against their soft skin soothingly. “You must know I do not wish to leave you, it is my family’s doing, this trip is their last effort to fix me…” Hazelle explained, her pretty brow creasing as she dipped her head a little in order to catch the other’s gaze, her own apologetic and sincere. Hazelle didn’t want it to be this way, no one had meant as much to her as this beautiful person next to her and she was certain no one else would ever come close to meaning half as much.

Her family had tormented her ceaselessly throughout her entire life, doing horrible things to cleanse Hazelle of her demons but none of it had worked and Hazelle was convinced it was because nothing was wrong with her and it was them that were wrong. All the doctors and specialists, all the priests and nuns. They were all wrong and Hazelle could exist in this world with the person she loved the most. The person who sat beside her. Hazelle’s heart picked up in pace and seemed to thunder loudly in her ears, cheeks flush she offered a small smile with a look that almost resembled a puppy. “Why don’t you and I run away? Hmm?” She meant it more than she let on but the words were said in an attempt to lighten the mood.