Eden’s lips were ever pursed into that judgemental fine line even as her eyes swept slowly over Elliot’s body noting the grime that marred his muscled physique. She paused at his toned chest and traced downwards seeming to take her time in admiring - or judging - him. She was just as unabashed by his nakedness as he was. He made his way towards the tub and she watched the movement of his body. Suddenly she wondered if he undressed in front of other servants. Her heart increased sending a flush of heat sweeping over her as she reminded herself he was not hers to be jealous over. It simultaneously occurred to her that she was staring at him.
The movement of her gaze flicking back to his and a slight twitch to her tail was the only sign that she was embarrassed by her lack of control.
“I am humbled by your generosity, Lord Wilder.” She replied with a faux gracious lilt to her voice. He was only authorizing her because he knew she would do it anyway.
She lingered in the bathroom for several more moments unsure of what to do. Elliot in the bath, a squirming child in her arms, the house waiting to be measured. The peace of her morning had been washed away by his storm. She couldn’t prioritize her tasks.
Now he was giving her other instructions to locate some book for him. “Yes sir.” Her instinctive response when he gave her an order. Eden turned from him to attend to the task when the child’s shrieks filled the quiet. She glanced behind her at Elliot in the tub and then to the child in her arms. Two clicks of her heels towards the door and she turned full body around again.
“Uhm, Lord Wilder?” Her voice was timid, barely rising above the crying of the child. Eden was aware she had no clue as to where the book in question was. A few seconds of calculations and she decided it was best not to admit this fault to the choleric Elliot lest it set him off. “I - let me know if you need anything else.”
She whirled around again and walked stiff-backed from the bathroom. Sharp clicks of her heels punctuating the infant’s screaming. The door was closed behind her and her ears pinned back against her head as soon as she was hidden behind the wood. All the control she exhibited in front of him was gone as she moved quickly through his rooms to lay out clothes for him on the bed. Two options. A forest green silk pajama set. And a suit just the same as the one he’d destroyed. She sincerely hoped he picked the pajamas and went to bed.
That was her hint. Go to bed, Lord Wilder, you need to sleep.
Eden collected his ruined clothes from where Elliot had discarded them on the floor in a path to the bathroom and rushed from his chambers. She was glad he was occupied in the tub so that he wouldn’t see her trotting down the hall bearing a hysterical child and his destroyed suit with her hair falling from where it was swept back from her face and a hint of a bristle to her tail. The crying child was grating on her nerves as much as it had on Elliot's.
She took the child to the kitchens and frantically ordered the cook to prepare something for him. Something that would put him to sleep. She offered no explanations. Appearing as merely the harried housekeeper with an upset baby pleading with the chef to help her. She threw away Elliot’s clothes in the kitchen trash. A telling sign that the Lord of the house had something to do with the Miss Weatherfare’s state. It was always Lord Wilder who put her in her states.
A bottle was made up and without questioning where the apparatus came from or the contents, Eden fed the child as she rushed back towards her own rooms. Ethan resisted the feeding at first but was quickly placated by a taste of the mixture. He finished his breakfast - or lunch Eden had lost track of the day - by the time she made it to her own rooms. She tore the sheets, blankets, and pillows from her bed - anything that would risk smothering the child -and set the infant in the middle. It would have to do until she had a crib. He was yawning and his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. A good sign sleep was on the way.
Her own chambers weren’t far from Elliot’s library. The library that she had made a second home of over the years. Risking even leaving her own things lying about in there. It was easy enough for her to search for the book and intermittently run back to her room to check on the sleeping child. She found her own books more readily than she found the item Lord Wilder had demanded she locate.
Her search was systematic beginning with the stately desk he had for himself in the library. A studious man with so many desks. Maybe he had been recently studying the book and had left it there. An obvious place to start. Frustrated with Elliot, Eden took little care with his things on the desk. A book lay open turned to a page in the middle. She snapped it shut and examined the cover. Pushed aside papers nosily scanning his writing as she did so and opened drawers to peer inside. The book in question wasn’t among his things. She did find a copy of Madame Bovary in the French she’d been reading some months ago and had misplaced. There on his desk. She didn’t recall ever sitting there and reading and wondered if Elliot had found it somewhere and moved it out of spite. It wouldn’t surprise her. Growling in growing agitation she tossed the book to the sitting chair nearby so she could continue it later. It fell open spilling the strip of red velvet she had apparently decided to use as a bookmark to the carpet.
She dashed back to her rooms for a moment. Ethan slept on his back clutch, breathing deeply, ears twitching as he dreamed. She didn't even care what the chef had given the child so long as he stayed asleep for a while. And the concoction seemed promising so far.
Back in the library, Eden walked slowly along the bookcases eyes scanning quickly over the titles. She worried at her fingernails with her teeth as she searched. At this rate it could easily take the rest of her afternoon to find the book among Elliot’s impressive, or excessive, collection. He had so many titles some were piled in the corner of the room awaiting filing when new book cases arrived. Most of the books she didn’t recognize so she found it hard to be thorough and fast with her scanning. Not to mention that many of the books were old. Perhaps as old as she was and the titles were long since worn away.
Eden stomped her foot, a useless gesture on the plush carpet, and turned to restart the shelf she had glanced over. Slower this time, she cocked her head to read the titles printed on the spines more easily. Her ears were firmly pinned against her hair and her tail twitched rapidly around her boots. Her search fruitless save for finding several of her own novels mixed in among Elliot's dusty old tomes. Her fingers only left her mouth long enough to brush over the books she recognized. She would leave them there until he told her otherwise. Perhaps he hadn't even noticed.
The movement of her gaze flicking back to his and a slight twitch to her tail was the only sign that she was embarrassed by her lack of control.
“I am humbled by your generosity, Lord Wilder.” She replied with a faux gracious lilt to her voice. He was only authorizing her because he knew she would do it anyway.
She lingered in the bathroom for several more moments unsure of what to do. Elliot in the bath, a squirming child in her arms, the house waiting to be measured. The peace of her morning had been washed away by his storm. She couldn’t prioritize her tasks.
Now he was giving her other instructions to locate some book for him. “Yes sir.” Her instinctive response when he gave her an order. Eden turned from him to attend to the task when the child’s shrieks filled the quiet. She glanced behind her at Elliot in the tub and then to the child in her arms. Two clicks of her heels towards the door and she turned full body around again.
“Uhm, Lord Wilder?” Her voice was timid, barely rising above the crying of the child. Eden was aware she had no clue as to where the book in question was. A few seconds of calculations and she decided it was best not to admit this fault to the choleric Elliot lest it set him off. “I - let me know if you need anything else.”
She whirled around again and walked stiff-backed from the bathroom. Sharp clicks of her heels punctuating the infant’s screaming. The door was closed behind her and her ears pinned back against her head as soon as she was hidden behind the wood. All the control she exhibited in front of him was gone as she moved quickly through his rooms to lay out clothes for him on the bed. Two options. A forest green silk pajama set. And a suit just the same as the one he’d destroyed. She sincerely hoped he picked the pajamas and went to bed.
That was her hint. Go to bed, Lord Wilder, you need to sleep.
Eden collected his ruined clothes from where Elliot had discarded them on the floor in a path to the bathroom and rushed from his chambers. She was glad he was occupied in the tub so that he wouldn’t see her trotting down the hall bearing a hysterical child and his destroyed suit with her hair falling from where it was swept back from her face and a hint of a bristle to her tail. The crying child was grating on her nerves as much as it had on Elliot's.
She took the child to the kitchens and frantically ordered the cook to prepare something for him. Something that would put him to sleep. She offered no explanations. Appearing as merely the harried housekeeper with an upset baby pleading with the chef to help her. She threw away Elliot’s clothes in the kitchen trash. A telling sign that the Lord of the house had something to do with the Miss Weatherfare’s state. It was always Lord Wilder who put her in her states.
A bottle was made up and without questioning where the apparatus came from or the contents, Eden fed the child as she rushed back towards her own rooms. Ethan resisted the feeding at first but was quickly placated by a taste of the mixture. He finished his breakfast - or lunch Eden had lost track of the day - by the time she made it to her own rooms. She tore the sheets, blankets, and pillows from her bed - anything that would risk smothering the child -and set the infant in the middle. It would have to do until she had a crib. He was yawning and his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. A good sign sleep was on the way.
Her own chambers weren’t far from Elliot’s library. The library that she had made a second home of over the years. Risking even leaving her own things lying about in there. It was easy enough for her to search for the book and intermittently run back to her room to check on the sleeping child. She found her own books more readily than she found the item Lord Wilder had demanded she locate.
Her search was systematic beginning with the stately desk he had for himself in the library. A studious man with so many desks. Maybe he had been recently studying the book and had left it there. An obvious place to start. Frustrated with Elliot, Eden took little care with his things on the desk. A book lay open turned to a page in the middle. She snapped it shut and examined the cover. Pushed aside papers nosily scanning his writing as she did so and opened drawers to peer inside. The book in question wasn’t among his things. She did find a copy of Madame Bovary in the French she’d been reading some months ago and had misplaced. There on his desk. She didn’t recall ever sitting there and reading and wondered if Elliot had found it somewhere and moved it out of spite. It wouldn’t surprise her. Growling in growing agitation she tossed the book to the sitting chair nearby so she could continue it later. It fell open spilling the strip of red velvet she had apparently decided to use as a bookmark to the carpet.
She dashed back to her rooms for a moment. Ethan slept on his back clutch, breathing deeply, ears twitching as he dreamed. She didn't even care what the chef had given the child so long as he stayed asleep for a while. And the concoction seemed promising so far.
Back in the library, Eden walked slowly along the bookcases eyes scanning quickly over the titles. She worried at her fingernails with her teeth as she searched. At this rate it could easily take the rest of her afternoon to find the book among Elliot’s impressive, or excessive, collection. He had so many titles some were piled in the corner of the room awaiting filing when new book cases arrived. Most of the books she didn’t recognize so she found it hard to be thorough and fast with her scanning. Not to mention that many of the books were old. Perhaps as old as she was and the titles were long since worn away.
Eden stomped her foot, a useless gesture on the plush carpet, and turned to restart the shelf she had glanced over. Slower this time, she cocked her head to read the titles printed on the spines more easily. Her ears were firmly pinned against her hair and her tail twitched rapidly around her boots. Her search fruitless save for finding several of her own novels mixed in among Elliot's dusty old tomes. Her fingers only left her mouth long enough to brush over the books she recognized. She would leave them there until he told her otherwise. Perhaps he hadn't even noticed.
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