Subject: A sister's comfort Where: Eward's study Who: Abigail Mountford-Miles Warnings: NC-17 later on; Incest Open to: Eward Mountford-Miles, possibly Edith later on?
Abigail hadn't seen her brother in quite a few days. The house was quiet, tense; the atmosphere colder than usual. Edith still didn't seem to be talking to Eward, and he didn't appear to want to speak to any of them at all lately. Abigail couldn't help but worry. She knew that he still came and went, receiving visitors and going off to see this person or that or whatnot. Still. She missed him; she couldn't help it.
She had just come in from the garden, bringing her roses back to her room and setting some up in the dining room-- she just loved how they brightened up the table, even if nobody else seemed to notice. And then, because she hadn't even heard from Eward in a few days, she thought she would check up on him. The servants had said that he hadn't even come out for breakfast, so she fixed up a tray, thinking to bring it in to him. She couldn't have him starve on them, could she?
It wasn't long before she had it ready, and she approached his study, adjusting her hold on the tray as she brought a hand up to knock lightly on the door. There was no response at first, so she turned the handle and stepped inside. "Eward?"