There is love in our bodies and it holds us together;

[akingmuststand]

Characters: Schneizel el Britannia, Cornelia li Britannia, Valeria
Location: The town hall
Time: 3rd of August, early morning
Brief Summary: After Cornelia's survival has been ensured by Myhrta, her brother remains reluctant to leave her side. Valeria tags along. But it so happens that the white prince has a lot to answer for.
Rating: PG-13

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[a_la_turk]

Every good shadow knew when and how best to stretch, to become that place between light and dark, and Valeria was no exception. She moved with a grace befitting of a Turk, rising from her place seat in the corner with some reluctance. She knew full well that distance was safer than trust, but she knew, too, the risks that ran with betrayals of the self. They were not risks she was willing to take. Not now, not while she was in this state.

And it was, in many ways, foreign territory to her. She could only guess what it was to be a brother to a sister, a sister to a brother, and that alone felt like an intrusion upon some sacred ground she was not meant to walk, but not for lack of wont. The tension in the room was easily perceived, a grounding force she almost welcomed in the wake of too rapid, irrational thoughts and emotions. It made it easier to smooth the mask, to steady her hand and extend herself as necessary.

Halting within the sanctuary allotted her by Schneizel's shadow and that which extended from her former sanctuary, she turned her black eyes up to the white prince and met his gaze calmly.

"Think nothing of it," she said, her voice cool and quiet as she looked to the woman, his sister. "Only a coward would leave another to die in such condition. I only wish," and she might have glanced to him before returning her gaze to the woman, "I could be of more help."

She was awake. She had to be, but far be it from Valeria to call her upon the matter. It wasn't her place. She had none and it was foolish to think otherwise.