Dolores didn't care about appearances. It was for the best, especially as she attempted to ignore the reek of rotting flesh emanating from half of the younger party's face - as well as the loud barking coming from Poffin as she detected that signature odor and hopped around as time went on.
"It's most likely a relief that you're up here in these mountains at least," the older woman remarked with a mostly straightened out nose, "I think the air is a nice contrast from the smog and other industrial scents of the city, wouldn't you agree?" It wasn't a coincidence that she was currently trying to bake up some butter croissants, destined to be topped with a dollop of chocolate cream, for her guest; at least the scent of freshly baked goods was enough to provide her senses a distraction from, well, the macabre aroma that had permeated much of her home at this point. Hell, even her dog calmed down slightly as well, as soon as she pulled out the pastries from the oven.
After a nervous chuckle, she set down the pan on the countertop for the croissants to cool. Dolores took in a breath before eyeing the other, whom she had offered a raw chicken to gnaw on a while back. It was... A rather bizarre food item to be giving, and the former maid tried not to grimace thinking about this meal that better fit Poffin - or a wild animal - than someone who was supposed to be staying at her home during this particularly frigid night. However, when the guest requested for "blood and skin," Dolores could only comply.
Who knows what would've happened if she didn't.
She therefore tittered, "But that asides, miss... I hope everything has been going well for you. It's rather tragic that I found you like this, though..." Well then. Dolores trailed off, her mouth hanging open for a second while she gazed at the chicken - or what was left of it - then the refrigerator. Did she have any other amenities from the butcher's shop left? She doubted it. She really did. "... You deserve better than this, dear," she continued with a murmur, "You really do..." Dolores froze again, worrying that she was - somehow - uttering something wrong.
Am I being condescending? Am I overestimating the severity of the situation, or perhaps underestimating? Dolores offered a curtsy - even if she had done so the first time - before starting to chuckle shakily again.
"I mean in terms of what's happening to you, of course. I... I know I can't do much," she mused aloud, "but I can tell that you're a good person, even if you did - well - ask me for a raw chicken- Not that it's a bad thing! I just didn't expect it." She also didn't expect to be smelling necrosis en masse, or cleaning blood from the carpets later on, but what could she do... With a hasty wave of her hands, the old woman asked in an attempt to deflect the subject, "So, um, how about a croissant or two? I'm about to add some chocolate cream, but if you prefer them plain, let me know. Still... I think the chocolate would be nice." She offered the other a small smile. "You are what you eat, after all."
chugging my way through follow-ups.... let's go.... 😔
thank you pickle for the good food. I honestly missed Dolores and Clayton interacting tbh rfvevgbebgr- :")))
“That’s… Good at least,” admitted Dolores with a hesitant chuckle, though… The fact remained that she was still painfully unused to the idea of being served rather than serving someone else. There was nothing more she wanted to do than to get off her ass and start working, if only because that was what she was used to.
But… Then there was the fact that she’d probably get her ass kicked over not following her friend En’s directions and… That was going to make her feel really, really guilty - much more so than usual.
She thumbed the handle of the ceramic teacup before sighing, “I shouldn’t say that I’m surprised, but I sort of am. I know they invite me themselves, but… The thing is, I feel like I’m being invited out of pity, rather than true regard…” Not this shit again. Dolores attempted to give the butler a small smile, but it just looked more pained than anything truly relaxed. “I don’t want to be a burden on your or the other servants. I know what it’s like to work without being regarded as an equal, let alone human. So I suppose that it’s not the best to relate so much now, is it?”
With a slight laugh, she nodded at the butler’s announcement before neatly folding her hands together and taking in the scent of the warm drink, as the steam from it reached her nostrils. Dolores wasn’t going to get burnt anytime soon, but sure. Just in case. Even if tepid drinks kind of sucked.
“It’s okay,” the older woman sighed with a sheepish grin, “if only because I feel the same way when around the royal family-” She trailed off and held her hand to her mouth. “Again, it’s not out of disrespect,” Dolores quickly qualified with the slightest hesitance in her voice, “I’m just… Not used to relaxing around others. I’m just used to working nonstop, for others. I barely have any time to myself, even when retired. Would you know that? I’m always working for my dog, or for whoever happens to come up to the mountains and stay for the night. It’s lonely, but… You know.” Gesturing vaguely with her hand, Dolores made the point.
Her smile faded into a slight frown when he brought up that she was starting to relax more around the family. That, objectively, was a good thing. Dolores was fine with that. But alas alas, the prick of guilt still nagged at her from the back of her mind. That she should always be on guard, just in case…
It was taught to her long ago. Why get rid of it now?
Heaving out a sigh, the former maid muttered, “Well… I mean… It does get lonely up in the mountains, as said before…”, while biting on her lip. It was tempting to laugh nervously, but honestly, it wouldn’t have helped with the situation; it would’ve just made her sound more desperate, more… Of a gold digger. Kind of like what those naysayers tended to whisper about her, as brought up by En a while back.
Maybe they had a point. Maybe a royal shouldn’t regard a maid as an equal, no matter what?
“Of course,” mouthed Dolores, though it sounded the slightest bit mechanical. For the most part, though, it had that usual chime; it was just that… It was obvious that something was off, especially for her. It was going to kick her ass in the future.