Who: Edith and Thomas What: Yet another bad reaction to a face change. Where: Allerdale Hall When: Early morning Warnings: Mentions of incest Open: Closed
Sunlight streamed through their bedroom window as Edith blinked awake from its glare in her eyes. She was often an early riser when the situation denoted it, and she had a list of things to oversee and a kitchen to scrub clean as she did once a week. She turned and her eyes fell on the sleeping form of her husband, who looked even paler when the sun was skimming across his skin. He was so very beautiful, she thought, and reached out to push his hair away from his face.
It was then that she noticed her own hair had changed. It was shorter, and darker, a jet black like Thomas's was. Panicked, Edith sat up and touched it, before seeing how her hands were more sunken, older and calloused but elegant and thin still. They were not her hands. Bounding up from the bed in her nightgown, Edith ran to the mirror and gasped at her reflection.
"Oh no. No, no, no..." she said aloud, forgetting about Thomas sleeping behind her.