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anti-OTP: Linden/Vera
In a corner of the library, Vera sits mending one of Alexis' shirts -- or so it would appear. In reality, she is stitching a small knife in place under the back of the collar. Slung over the back of her chair is one of her plain black dresses, mended many times, with similar alterations made. It is important to stay safe -- safe, and dangerous. -
anti-OTP: Sam Spade/Vera
The sound of gunfire can be heard, coming from somewhere on the grounds. Vera has chosen a tree and drawn a target on it with a bit of chalk, and is practising her shooting with a rather antiquated (though fine for her time) pistol. She pauses to reload and shoots again, intent on her task and unlikely to notice much else for the moment. -
Memery
( Two quizzes. ) -
Gifts returned.
When next he returns to his room, Prince Paul will find the dress he gave to Vera sitting in its box outside his door. It is neatly folded, although a careful eye might see that it has been removed from the box and put back in again. While Vera could not accept such a gift from someone she likes, let alone someone she despises as much as Paul, no ( Read more... ) -
Open Post.
Being confined to bed is increasingly frustrating as Vera regains energy and strength, and so she has developed a method of escaping (or at least lessening) her doctor's lectures -- sneaking out with the excuse of a legitimate errand ( Read more... ) -
Aftermath
Vera's nine-year-old self has been running around the grounds quite happily, but when she is returned to adulthood somewhere a ways from the mansion, it is in precisely the state she was in before she touched the phoenix feather ( Read more... ) -
Open Post.
Vera, still confined to bed, sits propped up on her pillows, sewing. She does not own a great deal of clothing, and as the bodice of one of her few dresses was recently destroyed by a knife entering it several times, it needs replacing ( Read more... ) -
Open Post.
Vera's weapons have been taken from her and from time to time her hand will close on nothing as she dreams, fingers longing for the hilt of a dagger to make her feel safe. She is surrounded by the tools of medicine practiced long after her own time, and while she patiently takes in the explanations, the IV in her arm is disconcerting and difficult ( Read more... ) -
Open post.
*Vera sits writing, slowly and carefully-- she reads and writes, but was still born a peasant, still spent her life running her father's inn, with little chance for practise. it is not easy.*