Tap. Tap

Lenore knocks politely as she can before she waits. The silence stretches on painfully before she raps another set on the rich wood. Still, there is nothing from you and Lenore grows impatient.

With an almost irritated huff, she turns the doorknob and lets herself in with a swish of her cloak and dress.

Lenore was one to always be courteous, but she was not one to be denied. With a click of her heels, she's moving into the lavishly done space and in and out of rooms to find you. What kept you from answering her at the door? Had you grown tired of her? Tired of her affection and her care?

Maybe you hated staying in this room, the room she had fought Carmilla on so she could keep her pretty little human safe and comfortable. Maybe maybe maybe.

But the truth is, you were just sleeping. Resting underneath the furs and on the silks to be curled up like the precious treasure you were.

"Ah. There you are."

It's only then the fire in Lenore's eyes is tempered to something warmer, and her voice matches that as she crawls into bed as delicately as she can.