RaessaNell

A faint, yellow illumination flickered in the hallway. It was so soft that it was hardly a disturbance in the soundlessly sleeping household. Scarlet watched the light reflect off the walls as it moved toward the kitchen, but she did not care to follow the curious thing. She remained where she stood, hand resting on the corner wall in the serene corridor to support her weary body. Her dark crimson locks were thrown up into a messy bun, one of the many indicators of her severe fatigue and insomnia that night. “Scarlet, mon amour?” Raessa’s soothing voice came from where the glow resided: a few paces from where Scarlet stood