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NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi @[email protected] · 2026-01-18 · 17:12 UTC

Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part II

#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt

The two continued in silence. Mademoiselle D’Arcy graded papers while the girl tried not to fidget.She glanced shyly at the headmistress a few times and then timidly took the croissant left within her reach.

Putting aside the last paper, D’Arcy stood. “Come, Bridget. It’s time to grace the sheriff with our presence.”

The sheriff stood in the entry hall, looking uncomfortable. Lady D'Arcy was pleased that he was muscular with a tan that came from spending time outdoors. However, the stain of tobacco juice on his mustache spoiled the effect. Most of all, she noticed an odor of corruption about him. It was an intangible, fishy aroma reminiscent of moneylenders, touts, and monte banks. It wouldn't take long to make him one of her tools.

“Oh dear, I assumed you’d been let into the parlor. What must you think of us?” D’Arcy’s tone seemed contrite, yet she made no move to lead him to the said parlor.

The man hastily took off his hat revealing a bald #pate. “I’m sure you're busy, madam.”

“Indeed, things aren’t as they should be with poor Miss Nightly leaving us. She will be missed—Bridget, you may go.”

The girl hurried off, glancing back only once.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news. You’ve had a passel of it this winter with Miss Everston vanishing and now Miss Nightly’s passing away. We found the child you reported having run off last February. Under a bridge. We were hoping the missing money would be with her, but it wasn’t. It's a sad affair anyway you look at it.”

“Gracious, I’d hoped she had run off home. The money will be missed, but a child's life.” D’Arcy shook her head sadly, covering her mouth. "Perhaps the person who found her picked up the money to return it?"

“I fear not, Miss. You see, only her arm was showing above the snow.”

“Oh dear, I think I will be faint. Could you help me into the parlor on the left?”

She did indeed look faint to the sheriff, with her hand covering her mouth.

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Victorian #NMFic #SliceOfLife

#fanfiction #estheranderie #wss366 #mastoprompt #pate #microfiction

NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi @[email protected] · 2025-12-10 · 18:41 UTC

M is for Milady

#Fanfiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #PIXIVCharitySanta

Erie had started limping, and, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop herself from touching the collar around her neck. The same went for staring at the tall buildings and the carriages, wagons, and delivery vans on the street. She had never seen so many people. Her mistress, Esther, had gone so far as to indulge her when she couldn’t stop staring at an organ-grinder with a monkey on a leash similar to her own. Esther even gave her a small coin to give to the man.

“Erie dear, are your feet hurting? I can’t do much about the collar, but we can stop and rest if it helps. It won’t do if you’re lame and can’t do your work.”

“Sorry, Milady. I’m not used to walking so much in these #boots.”

“The street is hard, but I see a park ahead where we can sit. I am a trifle fatigued myself. I thought you might enjoy looking at the stores. You’ve never been to a big city like this before, have you?”

“No, Milady. It is all so new to me.--Oh!” An exclamation escaped Erie as something caught her eye in a window.

Esther followed her gaze to a large book with a giraffe, elephant, and lion on the cover. “You can read, can’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, Milady. Lady D’Arcy taught me.”

“Would you like this book? It seems simple, but the art is nice.”

“Oh, no, Milady.” A look of fear came into the servant’s eyes.

“Erie, what is it?”

“Nothing, Milady.”

“No, that won’t do. When I ask you something, you must tell me right away. If I ask about your feelings or thoughts, I want to hear them.”

“Lady D’Arcy made me read the most dreadful things to her and would whip me when I made a mistake.”

“I see. Now I understand. I’ll save the whipping for when you’ve done something truly heinous. Not for stumbling over a word. Come. I’ll buy this book for you, and you can read it to me in the park. You’ll see that I’m nothing like Lady D’Arcy.”

#MicroFictin #TootFic #Victorian #NMFic #NMV366