A late night update of a late night scene.
I've got a big presentation to give in my lit class tomorrow and I'm quite nervous, so happy thoughts would be much appreciated!
Hope you all enjoy.
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Enid couldn't hold in her yawn as the car came to a stop outside the estate.
"It's past your bedtime, darling." Theodore said as he opened her door, helping her to jump down onto the pebbled surface.
She sleepily nodded in response, stepping forward to rest her tired head against his chest.
He easily swept her up into his arms and began to carry her toward the front door.
"We'll unpack everything tomorrow, little bird. For now, let's just get you in bed." Dante grinned as he unlocked the door for them.
They quietly made their way to the top floor of the estate, an area she had not yet seen.
The top of the stairs gave way to a square platform with doors to a balcony along the far wall.
Five doors were spaced evenly along the two walls.
All of them painted a dark obsidian but for one.
It was painted a pink shade so light it was nearly white.
Alexander smiled as he led them toward it, making a grand show of opening the door for her.
"Welcome home, Enid." Theodore whispered in her ear.
Any remaining tendrils of fatigue disappeared as she took in the large room with wide eyes.
Large windows stretched across an entire wall, providing a view she knew would be gorgeous in the daylight.
Before one of the windows was a swing seat made of twine and cushioned with a pink pillow.
A large bed sat toward the center of the room, a white canopy falling from the ceiling to each of the four posts of her bed.
Gorgeous displays of flowers topped the four posts and decorated the tulle at the top.
It was a bed fit for a princess.
The far corner was lined with bookcases, each filled with countless books.
A luxurious reading chair sat before them, a table beside to hold mugs of hot chocolate or treats.
A gorgeous desk sat under the window nearby.
String lights lined the walls, casting the entire room in an ethereal glow.
Enid turned to look at the three men watching her, her mind struggling to find words.
"This-this..." She stuttered, her eyes drifting to the table by the door.
It was a composition table for her music, blank music pages and a pen out and ready for her.
She felt a blooming in her heart, like the first day of spring.
Such thought and detail had gone into the room.
And all for her.
She didn't know what she could have done to deserve it.
All words left her as she grappled for syllables that could possibly encompass her emotions.
"We can change anything you don't like, angel. And besides, this is just to give you a space of your own. We'll show you the master bedroom when you're ready." Alexander said, raking a hand through his curls nervously.
Enid turned again to take in the otherworldly bedroom and tears began to flood her eyes.
"No, no! Don't cry, little bird! It's okay, we can remodel it tomorrow, okay? Damn it, Theo, I told you we should have painted the walls pink instead of yellow." Dante pulled her into his arms, his eyes darting between hers with stress.
"No!" Enid exclaimed, pulling back from him, "I love it so much. Please don't change a thing."
All three men deflated, stress fleeing from their tensed stature.
"Why were you crying then, darling?" Theodore asked, his dark eyebrows furrowed above his glasses.
"No one has ever done something like this for me. I'm just so grateful." Enid responded, her small feet leading her to where he stood.
She gave each of them a long hug, trying to transmit her gratitude with squeezes.
Dante opened one of the doors to the right and she found it was a massive closet.
It was about the size of her dorm room and filled with clothes and accessories.
"Whose clothes are these?" She asked, confusion thick in her tone.
"Yours, angel." Alexander grinned, giving her a playful shove to enter the closet.
The walls held built in racks and shelves, one section left open for a bench seat with soft white pillows.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to the massive row of sweaters, every color possible represented.
She barely had time to take in the huge section of dresses before Theodore had grabbed something from one of the drawers and was leading her to the next door.
Inside this one was a large bathroom with a gorgeous clawfoot bathtub.
She already itched to take a bubble bath in it.
Expensive soaps lined the bath walls and perfumes and lotions were displayed on the wide vanity.
"Here are some pajamas, darling. And there's a new toothbrush by the sink. Get ready for bed and we'll tuck you in." Theodore commanded, the three men stepping out and shutting the door.
Now alone, Enid inhaled deeply, still in shock.
Her arms braced against the counter, leaning against the cool granite for support.
She stared at her pale face in the mirror, her cyan eyes wide.
Her curls escaping from a messy lopsided bun at the top of her head.
The girl staring back at her looked like a ghost.
Extending her arm, she pinched the freckled skin.
Nothing happened, so she pinched again.
And again.
So, it wasn't a dream then.
She felt as though she were floating above herself, watching another girl as she brushed her teeth and slipped into the incredible silk pajamas.
They were a matching set of light blue shorts and a spaghetti strap top.
Enid ran her fingers down the material, the material like water over her skin.
Everything felt surreal, like she was reading a book instead of living.
Between exhaustion and being overwhelmed, she didn't bat an eye as the three men tucked her into the cloud-like bed.
Their unique, yet equally delicious scents wrapping around her like a blanket as they pulled the covers over her.
Enid smiled as they whispered goodnights and pressed light kisses on her face as they left.
"Sweet dreams, sweet angel." The whisper like a ghost against her temple followed by warm lips.
Something in her disliked that they were leaving.
If she had had the energy, she would have held onto their arms and kept them there.
Maybe pulled them into the cloud with her.
But her thoughts were fuzzy, her senses fading as she sunk further and further into the soft pillow.
She was half-aware that they stood in the doorway for some time, watching as her breaths deepened and she drifted closer and closer to dreams.
Just as Enid was on the brink of falling asleep, her eyes fluttered open to look at them a final time.
Drowsy and vulnerable, words slipped from her lips without thought.
"Goodnight daddies."
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What do you think of Enid's room?
And how do you think the immortals reacted to that last line?
Comments fill my heart with joy.
All my love, Sappho ✾