♠ »» ‘Despairing December’ || Tenebrous-Wings-of-Tragedy

She had gone this way before. Her friend had shown her the way to her residence. The tower.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Asha never really visited Lacie this time of year, considering that her own birthday and personal life get in the way of it all. But it was pleasant, seeing the white blankets hug the surroundings like they were close lovers. The Jacket she wore around her torso was thicker than her traditional one, and she left her hair down so it could constitute for a set of earmuffs. The scarf tucked in most of it from wandering all over the place. In the brunette’s arms were a small basket. It was cold, no? Why not bake something for the Hell of it—- Lacie would have thought of it as a delightful surprise.

The two were very different, but they balanced the other out. Noirette of Baskerville, how you became one of Asha’s true friends. There weren’t too many that did that. ‘Hopefully I can meet her brother,’ she thought absent-mindedly, ‘She’s told me so much about him. That he was a kind man despite his silence; I’m pretty sure he’s as nice as she says,’ Wait, was that—-? She spotted red cloth within the vision of blinding white snow. It couldn’t have been Lacie’s; she never wore it with her when they were out. The main reason was that 1: Lacie just didn’t want to and 2: they didn’t want people butting into their social affairs in public— and holding Ill-Omened eyes were considered horrid enough.

“——E-excuse me—”

She never seen this man before. Did he know that Asha came to visit her friend sometimes? Was he going to usher her away like some regular person? Matters pertaining to the Baskervilles were kept away from the brunette. Lacie didn’t want the vision of her brother or her family shattered by their…unusual characteristics. It would be too much for Asha to understand. But here she was, approaching the man who was Oswald Baskerville. Although, now he was Glen.

Just how much do you understand, little girl?