[anOTP - Phedre] An elegant artiste in search of a patroness

[chromaggia_diva]

Some golden afternoon, as the late summer sun slants over the parquet floors of the hallways, Phedre might hear an elegant female voice singing a graceful air, her warm, silvery notes floating through the open spaces of the Mansion, like a gentle siren's call. If she follows the voice, it might lead her to a south-facing salon. In a pool of light

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[phedre_25]

She comes, dressed as usual in subtle elegance, her body sheathed in silk of crimson tones.

Phedre sits, simply, listening.

She'd say she thought she heard an angel sing.