Myrtle smiled but kept her gaze fixed firmly on the fire. She was glad when Miss Sykes opened up a little more, but just a little frustrated that it had taken so much openness on her own part. Why couldn't everyone just be honest and leave it at that? An ironic sentiment coming from someone like her, she mused - although she'd never actually [/i]lied[/i] to anyone about where her romantic interest lay.
Mytrle turned back back to Miss Sykes abruptly to cut off that particular train of thought. "Well, I hope all comes to a happy end where Holly is concerned. Now, I've either woken you or kept you up late, and I'll -" It was only then that she truly processed that Miss Sykes was in her dressing gown - she'd noticed in passing, earlier, but now it was staring her in the face with nothing to distract from it. This realization cut her off for a moment before she regained the power of speech. "I'll take no more of you time." Goodness, she felt like an idiot teenager. She'd certainly seen women in less than this, she reminded herself, and it hadn't flustered her so. Myrtle shook herself and made to stand.
Mytrle turned back back to Miss Sykes abruptly to cut off that particular train of thought. "Well, I hope all comes to a happy end where Holly is concerned. Now, I've either woken you or kept you up late, and I'll -" It was only then that she truly processed that Miss Sykes was in her dressing gown - she'd noticed in passing, earlier, but now it was staring her in the face with nothing to distract from it. This realization cut her off for a moment before she regained the power of speech. "I'll take no more of you time." Goodness, she felt like an idiot teenager. She'd certainly seen women in less than this, she reminded herself, and it hadn't flustered her so. Myrtle shook herself and made to stand.
she's tall, she's strict, and she looks like your lesbian aunt (because she is)