Mais mon premier prince charmant
DATE: Day 73 (backdated)
CHARACTER(S): Laura Roslin/airlocknow and Lia De Beaumont/chevalier_lia
STATUS: Closed, in progress
SUMMARY: Lia decides to get to know her roommate. Allies are good, right?
LOCATION: Cabin 304
Lia was exhausted. She hadn't been sleeping well away from Maximillien. She was somewhere strange where women wore immodest clothing (even worse than her improper attire!) and everything was made by inanimate machines. There were no kings. There was no court. Lia was finding it all more than a bit frightening.
Beyond that, there were the changes within herself. It had been so easy to ignore in France. She simply had her made lace her corset a bit tighter and put such matters out of mind. Even with Max in bed beside her at night when the corset was off and they would examine this changing contour...she had been able to dismiss it in the morning.
Napping hadn't worked. Lia had been at prayer for over an hour already and didn't think that she could continue. Blasphemous as it was, she wasn't receiving a response. There was empty silence where she had once felt a glowing resolution that things would be well and France victorious.
Lia was brushing out her hair, eying her roommate speculatively. The woman was older than she was but not overly much. She had no trouble adjusting to this clothing but did not dress like a strumpet. Lia had not seen her kneel in prayer but there were many holy figures who spoke quietly to God and not on bended knee.
"Where do you come from?" Lia asked finally, softly. Her voice sounded almost dreamy and lost, very much as she was at this moment.
CHARACTER(S): Laura Roslin/airlocknow and Lia De Beaumont/chevalier_lia
STATUS: Closed, in progress
SUMMARY: Lia decides to get to know her roommate. Allies are good, right?
LOCATION: Cabin 304
Lia was exhausted. She hadn't been sleeping well away from Maximillien. She was somewhere strange where women wore immodest clothing (even worse than her improper attire!) and everything was made by inanimate machines. There were no kings. There was no court. Lia was finding it all more than a bit frightening.
Beyond that, there were the changes within herself. It had been so easy to ignore in France. She simply had her made lace her corset a bit tighter and put such matters out of mind. Even with Max in bed beside her at night when the corset was off and they would examine this changing contour...she had been able to dismiss it in the morning.
Napping hadn't worked. Lia had been at prayer for over an hour already and didn't think that she could continue. Blasphemous as it was, she wasn't receiving a response. There was empty silence where she had once felt a glowing resolution that things would be well and France victorious.
Lia was brushing out her hair, eying her roommate speculatively. The woman was older than she was but not overly much. She had no trouble adjusting to this clothing but did not dress like a strumpet. Lia had not seen her kneel in prayer but there were many holy figures who spoke quietly to God and not on bended knee.
"Where do you come from?" Lia asked finally, softly. Her voice sounded almost dreamy and lost, very much as she was at this moment.