Desperate, one late midnight Jo sneaks over to Amy and Laurie's enormous mansion and climbs up twining ivy vines to Laurie's private studio. She gazes in the open window to see him slumped in a chair, frail and thin, gazing mournfully at a picture of -- her! "Oh, Jo," he sighs, "if only I could tell you the truth -- " Jo raps on the glass. "Jo!" Laurie ejaculates as she swings herself in. "Laurie! You know you can tell me anything, dear boy. What on earth is the matter?" Laurie's voice grows choked and hoarse but he struggles to speak. "It's -- she's -- there's something terribly -- " he manages to get out. The door flies open with an almighty crash! Evil Amy stands there dressed in a tightly fitting black silk wrapper. "My husband -- and my sister!" she cries in tones loud enough to wake the household.
(Amy has a Dorian Gray-esque evil aging portrait she painted herself hidden in the attic, Y/N)
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Date: 2018-09-07 08:58 pm (UTC)(Amy has a Dorian Gray-esque evil aging portrait she painted herself hidden in the attic, Y/N)