Anti-OTP: Clytemnestra/Emilia

[queens_revenge]

*The great Queen of Mycene is...doing the mending. You see, her tunics have gotten rather worn in the time since she arrived at the Mansion, and she thought it was high time to simply take a needle and thread and mend them. And so she sits in a small, rather forgotten room with a few chairs, quite calmed by the work*

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[smallvice]

*for a time idleness was pleasing to Emilia, but now she is in search of something to do, and this looks as good as anything* Have you any need of aid, lady?

[queens_revenge]

*She begins to shake her head, but something - lonlieness, perhaps - stops her* I have no need for it, but you are welcome to help me, if you wish to.

[smallvice]

I would be glad. I have naught to busy my hands with, and much are we told of consequence when they are left idle. *wry smile*

[queens_revenge]

*laughs; it's real, genuine laughter, not bitter in the least* Those who tell us such things are those who must most fear what we might justly do with our idle hands.

[smallvice]

Ay, such is the world. *shrugs* Yet still must we live in it.

[queens_revenge]

It is true that we must, but it is certainly possible to change it to our purposes.

[smallvice]

Parts of it, ay.

[queens_revenge]

*with conviction* All of it, if we can banish our fear.

[smallvice]

*shakes her head* Fear we must live with still. We are none of us fearless creatures.