When they weren't working around the house, Elise and Veronika were confined to the basement with nothing but a pile of old potato sacks and the clatter of boots above them to keep them company.
"Between this place and the barracks I don't know which shithole's worse." Veronika sniggered as she looked about the place, noting the foul stench of something long that had been lingering in the basement far too long.
Elise sat on a rickety old stool with her back to Veronika, nodding and humming in agreement even though she was only half listening to the girl, "Sorry, what were you saying?" The corners of her lips twitched into a small smile, "I wasn't really paying attention."
"Hmm, yes I noticed." Veronika grinned wickedly as the reason behind Elise's detattchment presented itself to her, "Why listen to me droning on when that pretty little blonde upstairs seems to occupy your thoughts perfectly." Elise turned and looked at Veronica pointedly, although the room was dimly lit, a small flame flickered on the ailing stump of a candle in the crevise of the wall but Veronika could still see Elise's cheek tint a rosy red, to which Veronika quirked her eybrow, surprised that one throwaway comment would make the girl blush so furiously, Elise didn't skrike Veronika as a girl who blushed very easily, Provoking that sort of reaction, maybe...
"Shut up." The girl grumbled from the other side of the room, both girls perfectly aware that Elise made no attempts of denial.
Gretel lay stone still on her bed, the duvet spread just as Maria had made, save for creases around the dip where Gretel lay, an hour had passed since her chilling encounter with the maid and her words still scraped against her eardrums, 'Normal girls don't need to ask themselves that question, do they Gretel?' A chill slithered up her spine unexpectedly, causing her to jump, the jaded moan of her bedsprings echoing through the room as she sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She looked out of the window, the rain still pelting at the glass mercilessly so going out wasn't an option, in the end she settled for the magazine she'd been weighing in her hand, as if she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to read it or not. She rather liked these magazines usually, the deft artwork of the poised eagle perched atop the Swastika and the hoard of boys and girls marching merrily while they waved the Swastika banner, but, to Gretel's shock and horror, those were not what caught her eye.
The Girl on the front cover wore her golden hair in two braids, Like that girl, Elise, striking blue eyes that seemed to bore into Gretel like every thought came under scrutiny. Her prominent jawline that highlighted her refined bone structure, I just think she's pretty, that's all. It's perfectly normal for a girls to admire the beauty of another. Gretel repeated it over and over, hoping that would be enough.
Praying was the more appropriate word. Praying that only intensifed her eyes glided down to the nestling of her cleavage, the curve of her breasts, and the desire to know if Elise's breasts looked as pleasant as those and all too suddenly Gretel was aware of the heat pooling between her thighs.
With one sweeping, brute motion, she threw the magazine across the room. "Mum, is dinner ready yet?!" came a strangled cry from the back of her throat as she raced down the stairs, as though she could run away from reality.
AN: No Gretel/Elise interaction in this chapter but trust me, they're getting there ;)
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