Florence Marcov

*I step into the castle and sigh as I undo my cuffs of my matte black tuxedo and hang my jacket on the hook. I slip my shoes off remembering that you’re not fond of shoes in the house and I pad in my black socks down the hall and stairs to the kitchen and hunt for my bourbon. I get increasingly irritated when I can’t find it and I call out even though it’s 2am* Elena?! Do you know where my bourbon has been put?! *my voice a low growl*

it should be on your bedside desk

*I narrow my eyes at the sound of your voice and I turn around to face you. You look exhausted and your face is pale. Your eyes are red from lack of sleep. You are clearly not in the best mood* you should be asleep