<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>Night, After Dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca, Closed<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha had finished putting her house to bed.  The doors were locked and windows shuttered to keep the Gomorran night at bay.  She had made sure all of her guests were comfortable, well…all but one.  She had lingered with Christian and Elizabeth, who adamantly refused to reconsider her decision.  Her English friend had good intentions, but Agatha wasn’t sure if her timing wasn’t just the least bit off.   The lamps in her home were blown out one by one.  Her home had electricity, but it had to be used sparingly and she had come to enjoy the soft glow of lamplight at night.  She quietly ascended the stairs, the only light coming from her room, a beacon of warmth calling her.<br/><br/>Agatha paused for a moment at the top of the stairs and drew in a deep breath letting it out slowly to calm her suddenly racing heart.  There was still time to reconsider, to go on as if nothing had changed though everything had.  No, Onneca would know.  She always knew when something was bothering Agatha, she always had.  She took a step forward and another and before she knew it she was standing in front of her bedroom door her hand reaching for the knob when she stopped herself.<br/><br/><em>  ‘What if she is still changing?’</em>She thought, her eyes drifting towards the sliver thin line of light from the door, a mischievous part of her wanted to lean down and peak through the crack to see if she could catch the object of her affection en el desnudo as they had the young boys in the rail camp when they had been bathing down by the river.   She knew she could never do it, not to Onneca and instead raised her hand intending to rap lightly on the door.<br/><br/>"Aggy, when we were little, I thought maybe I was the one protecting you. Now I am not so sure."<br/><br/>Onneca’s honeyed voice called to her before her hand fell.  That voice wrapped Agatha in its embrace and made her feel all warm inside.  She could not help but smile and push the door open slipping inside.  She averted her eyes for a moment to be sure Onneca was comfortably clothed.<br/><br/>“How did you know I was there?” She asked, her eyes flickering upwards under heavy lashes to gaze on the vision that lay comfortably on her bed.  Her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat.  She was so beautiful.  Agatha's gaze was broken by one of the posts of the bed as she walked around to the foot of it, setting an extra blanket down on the truck in case the night turned chilly.<br/><br/>“You did protect me.” She said warmly, thinking of their childhood together. “I would have gotten in no end of trouble without.” She said sitting on the end of the bed, her comfortable dinner dress still swirling around her legs.  Agatha turned to look over her shoulders, her face framed by the coppery hair she had let down once dinner was complete.  Olive ankles peaked out of her night clothes slowly wiggling against the quilted bedding.  Her eyes trailed over her gauzy hips darkened where the fabric lay against dusky skin before meeting Onneca’s smiling face and deep dark eyes.  Again it was impossible for Aggy not to smile.<br/><br/>“You will always be safe with me Onny.” She said lying back on her bed, her feet and legs dangling over the side were Onneca’s had been and her head looking up at the richly engraved would that topped the canopy of her bed before turning to her body around so that she was propped up on her side her head resting in her hand looking into her best friend's eyes. “I wouldn’t want to think about living my life another moment without you in it.” She said with an honesty she had only admitted to herself. Perhaps that was not what Onneca had meant, but it didn't make it any less true.<br/>