<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Dinner Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elizabeth, Christian, Onneca<br/><hr/>The gentle brush of soft lips on cheek made Agatha smile.  Onneca’s happiness reflected in Agatha’s emerald eyes.  For the better part of the last two months Agatha had been sorting through her feelings for Onneca and a week ago something that happened made her realize she did not want to be alone anymore.  She had told no one about it, not even Elizabeth and certainly not Onneca.  It was her own little secret, held tightly to her breast like a long lost child. But the clarity of her desire had brought about its own complication.  How could she tell her longest and best friend what she felt?  What if she didn’t feel the same?  Would they remain friends?<br/><br/>Agatha might have lingers a touch to long on the dark smiling eyes if not for Elizabeth.  She managed to distract them both for the moment while Onneca modeled her wonderful creation, made more wonderful to Agatha’s eyes by the slender form it adorned.  Agatha leaned over and placed her own light peck on the cheek of the beautiful English woman.  “I do appreciate the help and the dessert.” She said with a smile, though politeness forbade her to mention the fact that a woman who dined out almost nightly might not be the best judge of the amount of seasonings for dinner.  Well politeness and the fact that Elizabeth wouldn’t listen anyway.  It was a trait she dearly loved in her friend.  Elizabeth was implacable when her mind was set.<br/><br/>Spooky’s rumbling voice caught her attention as she turned to leave.  It was a part of the conversation she must have missed when she was upstairs, which she reminded herself was where she should be at the moment.  “Dinner should be ready once those are done.” She said, “I will return shortly.”  Agatha left the room to take Onneca’s bag upstairs to place it next to Elizabeth’s on the large locked trunk at the end of the bed.  It was strange thinking that the woman she felt so much for would be sleeping in her bed tonight.  It was not exactly how she envisioned it during those brief moments she allowed her mind to wander down that forbidden road, but it was probably for the best this way.  It wasn’t that she felt she could not control herself, she was no barbarian.  But if they were to sleep in the same bed and Onneca was to find out her feelings later how badly would she think of her.  No it was best that she sleep downstairs where she could while away the hours working on one project or another.<br/><br/>Agatha returned downstairs listening with a smile on her face to the sounds of conversation in the kitchen.  She stood in the doorway for a moment still unable to view the entirety of the creamy drape swaying from Onneca's willowy hips and plunging low along her breasts.  “Why don’t you all find a seat at the table?  Elizabeth if you would be so kind as to pour us some of your wine we can eat.”  She said from her place by the door.  As everyone filed out of the kitchen she waited for Spooky to pass and asked him, “What does who mean?” she had heard his earlier comment but was completely oblivious to the conversation that had gone on minutes before Onneca’s arrival.<br/>