Confession
AN: jumbled up story omg.
Viensa Irving was a liar.
And while all the little technicalities involved might prevent the next person from considering themselves a liar, it didn’t stop her.
Every day the lie dug her deeper into a hole she knew impossible to climb out. Every day - Viensa Irving, Viensa Irving, Viensa Irving.
No matter how much she wanted to be, she was not, and would never be, an Irving.
Thantos Irving was an attractive and built man with easy smiles and striking features. But while his skin was pale, Viensa’s was dusky and tanned from too many days out in the sun. His hair was blond, and her own was red. His eyes a serene blue, and hers deep green.
They looked nothing alike, but no one ever caught on. It couldn’t be helped, though, because when Thantos Irving walked into a room with a little girl clasping his hand, it wasn’t the features of the girl people noticed. It was Thantos’ carefree grin and his smooth words. “This is my niece.”
And everyone believed it.
After all, one story was far easier to believe than the other. It was simple to think that Thantos Irving had a sibling that died, and here he was, looking after the poor orphaned child. Bad things happened every day, and the tragedy of it was so romantic.
The girl cleaned up well, too. No one was suspect that Viensa had weeks before spent her time in an orphanage, or that she had been abandoned by her prostitute mother when word of a wall being built in Gilneas spread.
The truth was Viensa was no more than a distraction.
Thantos Irving was one of Gilneas’ greatest conmen and thieves, but even for brilliant crooks routines and tricks could grow stale, and people wise to the act.
Viensa was the ace in the hole. The distraction he needed to get whatever he wanted.
And soon she proved to be an asset, not just a mouth to feed.
Some where along Thantos lost an orphan and gained a protégé.
As the years went on, the lies became much too easy to tell.
“You’re either very good or you’re starting to believe it,” Thantos had murmured to her one night.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she had shot back.
She never stopped being a liar. Not even when a Gilnean man spotted her in the middle of Stormwind with some eager desire just to talk, just to tell his story to one of his own kind.
“Me mum was a whore…”
And all she can do is give him that trained look of sympathy and exclaim how hard it must have been for the stranger -- a man who had grown up in the slums of Gilneas just as she had.
But his tale goes on and soon she can’t hold up the act. “If you know something, I’d much rather you come out and say it.”
He’s bewildered and interested all at once and then she knows she’s slipped up, so she excuses herself as curtly and quickly as possible and he turns to head down another path, and as soon as she’s around the corner, her palm hit’s the stone wall and she slumps into it.
She can’t breathe.
All she can do is close her eyes and see Thantos at the mantle of their large fire place. There’s a perspiring glass of brandy in his hand and he’s half stripped out of his black suit. The ball hours before weighed heavy on him but he looked so damn pleased with himself. He took a gulp of his drink and set it down, then turned to Viensa, still in her red gown.
She remembers how his blue eyes had glinted but with what, she didn’t know.
“You’re either very good or you’re starting to believe it.”
The bells of Stormwind Harbor ring suddenly and she snaps back to reality. Viensa shakily shoves herself to her feet and she straightens her red hair in an attempt to save her ego.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she whispers with a faint laugh, but her voice cracks audibly.
She doesn’t know what to believe any more.
Viensa Irving was a liar.
And while all the little technicalities involved might prevent the next person from considering themselves a liar, it didn’t stop her.
Every day the lie dug her deeper into a hole she knew impossible to climb out. Every day - Viensa Irving, Viensa Irving, Viensa Irving.
No matter how much she wanted to be, she was not, and would never be, an Irving.
Thantos Irving was an attractive and built man with easy smiles and striking features. But while his skin was pale, Viensa’s was dusky and tanned from too many days out in the sun. His hair was blond, and her own was red. His eyes a serene blue, and hers deep green.
They looked nothing alike, but no one ever caught on. It couldn’t be helped, though, because when Thantos Irving walked into a room with a little girl clasping his hand, it wasn’t the features of the girl people noticed. It was Thantos’ carefree grin and his smooth words. “This is my niece.”
And everyone believed it.
After all, one story was far easier to believe than the other. It was simple to think that Thantos Irving had a sibling that died, and here he was, looking after the poor orphaned child. Bad things happened every day, and the tragedy of it was so romantic.
The girl cleaned up well, too. No one was suspect that Viensa had weeks before spent her time in an orphanage, or that she had been abandoned by her prostitute mother when word of a wall being built in Gilneas spread.
The truth was Viensa was no more than a distraction.
Thantos Irving was one of Gilneas’ greatest conmen and thieves, but even for brilliant crooks routines and tricks could grow stale, and people wise to the act.
Viensa was the ace in the hole. The distraction he needed to get whatever he wanted.
And soon she proved to be an asset, not just a mouth to feed.
Some where along Thantos lost an orphan and gained a protégé.
As the years went on, the lies became much too easy to tell.
“You’re either very good or you’re starting to believe it,” Thantos had murmured to her one night.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she had shot back.
She never stopped being a liar. Not even when a Gilnean man spotted her in the middle of Stormwind with some eager desire just to talk, just to tell his story to one of his own kind.
“Me mum was a whore…”
And all she can do is give him that trained look of sympathy and exclaim how hard it must have been for the stranger -- a man who had grown up in the slums of Gilneas just as she had.
But his tale goes on and soon she can’t hold up the act. “If you know something, I’d much rather you come out and say it.”
He’s bewildered and interested all at once and then she knows she’s slipped up, so she excuses herself as curtly and quickly as possible and he turns to head down another path, and as soon as she’s around the corner, her palm hit’s the stone wall and she slumps into it.
She can’t breathe.
All she can do is close her eyes and see Thantos at the mantle of their large fire place. There’s a perspiring glass of brandy in his hand and he’s half stripped out of his black suit. The ball hours before weighed heavy on him but he looked so damn pleased with himself. He took a gulp of his drink and set it down, then turned to Viensa, still in her red gown.
She remembers how his blue eyes had glinted but with what, she didn’t know.
“You’re either very good or you’re starting to believe it.”
The bells of Stormwind Harbor ring suddenly and she snaps back to reality. Viensa shakily shoves herself to her feet and she straightens her red hair in an attempt to save her ego.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she whispers with a faint laugh, but her voice cracks audibly.
She doesn’t know what to believe any more.