10th July, 1893 — Dreamy Tea Party, Dempsey Estate
Porphyria liked folk stories and fairy tales a great deal, but she thought society tended to gloss over the best parts of them.
She had shown her face for Shalott’s sake, and might even do a reading or two later, if she felt like it, but she was less concerned about actually sitting down for tea and cake than meandering about the edges of the fairy queen-styled bower in their garden and muttering to herself – by which she meant, casting a few charms to make it feel properly fairytale.
Her project for the moment was conjuring up a row of twisting thornbushes, but thorns in general were so interesting to look at that she had forgotten to stop the spell – the thorns were well on their way to subsuming the garden path now.
And someone had had the good fortune of getting all caught up in them. “Watch where you step,” Porphyria warned gaily – not that that would help, when there were still brambles bursting out of nowhere beneath their feet. “You wouldn’t want to lose an eye.”
(It wasn’t a threat – it wasn’t a threat exactly – but a tragic blinding in the thornbush would be right on theme.)
She had shown her face for Shalott’s sake, and might even do a reading or two later, if she felt like it, but she was less concerned about actually sitting down for tea and cake than meandering about the edges of the fairy queen-styled bower in their garden and muttering to herself – by which she meant, casting a few charms to make it feel properly fairytale.
Her project for the moment was conjuring up a row of twisting thornbushes, but thorns in general were so interesting to look at that she had forgotten to stop the spell – the thorns were well on their way to subsuming the garden path now.
And someone had had the good fortune of getting all caught up in them. “Watch where you step,” Porphyria warned gaily – not that that would help, when there were still brambles bursting out of nowhere beneath their feet. “You wouldn’t want to lose an eye.”
(It wasn’t a threat – it wasn’t a threat exactly – but a tragic blinding in the thornbush would be right on theme.)
a sublime set by Lady! <3