A/N: WirtxLorna? Go ahead and hate me for it but I think there is something much richer to their relationship than they both let on. Wirt, as we see, will not become flustered over just any woman interacting with him. Same with Lorna. So with that I have decided to squeeze anything I can out of that ten minute episode that had the two interacting and the opening and ending 5 seconds with Lorna in it :D
Lorna's Point Of View:
An Autumn breeze flutters through the cracks of the old wood door, causing the flame of the small wax candle to flicker in a melodramatic dance, casting swaying shadows off of the uneven walls of the cellar. Pale hands shook in time with the flame, as porcelain white bones were stacked in a ceremonious order along the wall, disrupting the dance of shadows and stretching them along the ceiling above the head of the young woman who handled them with care. A shiver ran down her spine, when the breeze tickled the back of her neck and ruffled the dirtied trim of her gown, followed by a gentle creak of the wood, causing a light yelp to emit from her lips. A cough soon rose up from her throat, wracking her already thin body violent, as the wind had done to the flame and shaking her to her own bones.
She feels the remains of the breeze on her already chilling face, and for a moment she felt another cough rise up in her throat, momentarily stalling her next breath as she forced it back down, feeling far to weak to handle another wracking cough. After taking a moment to compose herself, a gentle rapping of the upstairs door wafted gently down to her delicate ears. With a soft nod, a simple thought entered her mind.
'She returns...' The young woman thought fondly, turning swiftly and taking up the candle by the handle of its copper holder.
With another cough, this one much more gentle than the one that had hit her before, she walked towards the cellar door and placed her cool hand against its rough surface and gently pushed it opened, using very little of her weight to move the door from the wall. Looking over her shoulder one last time at her handy work, she frowned a touch and turned away quickly from the sight.
"I apologize, my turtles... Perhaps next time things will be different..." She spoke lovingly to the bones behind her, moving quickly out of the door and into the stone hall.
The cool air of the outside world swirled around her rapidly, nearly blowing her candle out and her poor frame over as she clutched the buttons of her gown closer to her thin body as she tread through the dirt ground, jumping every so often at the echoes that cackled behind her. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she continued the long journey to the stair case that would lead her back upstairs. Adjusting the candle in her hand, she took hold of the wooden handrail and shakily searched the darkened floor with her foot for the first step.
"There it is." She whispered to herself when she finally nudged the wood board and quickly stepped down onto it, a squeak sounding around her as she did, the rusted nails of the board groaning under her weight.
The next step was quieter, much to her relief. Smiling softly once more, she counted her way up the stairs, finding that it took her 36 creaking steps to get up to the large oak door that closed her off from her living room. Setting her candle on a nearby column, she brushed her dirty hands against her gown to clean them of dust, wax, and any splinters she might have gotten from the rail. Once done, she pressed her both of her thin hands to the door and leaned on it, using more of her weight to force it open, only to wince away from the sudden burst of light from the upstairs. Her eyes adjusted quickly, however, and she quickly stepped out onto the landing with a final look over her shoulder and one last thought was passed back down the stairs before she left.
"Perhaps I will be able to control her next time..." She muttered as she hurried into the room and closed the door behind her, as if frightened that if she didn't then the bones on the wall would come up to harm her.
Sighing heavily and forcing down another quickly happening cough, she walked at a brisk pace over to the final door that she would need to pass in order to enter her and her aunty's front room. Going to it, she took a deep breath and pushed the door opened a crack.
"Aunty Whispers, I've-" A gasp cut off her lips when her eyes fell on the sight of not her aunt, but of two young males who were frozen in shock before her.