"Well, I've been gone, but I suppose I didn't miss much. Anyways, food! Let us have breakfast, and let us feast!" Nicolette slung an arm around her friend's shoulder after running up to the woman. You could literally smell the alcohol on Nicole.
Victoire flinched away, her skin prickling from the contact. It was evident that Nicolette was drunk….. but she supposed an explanation to why she'd jerked away would prevent any intoxicated bawling. "Désolé, Nicolette… but, ah, no touching as of right now. S'il te plait." Carefully, she coaxed the woman into the kitchen, pulling up a chair. "Sit, you must be tired. And the others are sleeping, so…." She raised a silencing finger to her lips.
Aubrey sighed and glanced toward her door. It seemed Nicolette was home… And Victoire must have been up as well, if she was right in that being the other, much softer voice she had heard.
She may as well get up and get dressed, she supposed. Though, with the memories running through her mind, she definitely did not want to. But she must get up and face yet another day. The memories would fade again, as they always did; and then they would return again, as they always did.
With another sigh, Aubrey got to her feet and stepped over to her wardrobe. Today, she would wear a pale peach dress with an intricate pattern in slightly darker thread. It was one of her favorites, and it looked especially nice with her necklace and bracelet. Why she didn't wear it more often was a mystery… Maybe she jus didn't want to get it dirty?
Whatever the reason, she was wearing it today in spite of it. She walked over to the mirror and touched the small birthmark on her chest before she dressed herself. Her mother had always told her that any blemish to her skin should be hidden, so she had always worn dresses with very high necklines. Now, though, she wore necklines that were slightly below the birthmark. She actually liked it, no matter what her mother had told her, and she liked to let other people know it.
(Emi, great starter, but why is he with the Scarlet Order already?)
(Thanks. I feel like I explained this at some point. He sent a letter to the Order for a desperate search for somewhere to go and for a wing to hide under.)
Victoire flinched away, her skin prickling from the contact. It was evident that Nicolette was drunk….. but she supposed an explanation to why she'd jerked away would prevent any intoxicated bawling. "Désolé, Nicolette… but, ah, no touching as of right now. S'il te plait." Carefully, she coaxed the woman into the kitchen, pulling up a chair. "Sit, you must be tired. And the others are sleeping, so…." She raised a silencing finger to her lips.
"I'm hardly tired. Quite the contrary, I feel as if I could take on a legion if the king's soldiers with ease. La victoire est à moi, je suis le seul vrai champion du destin. Rien ne restera sur mon chemin, non ma chérie, rien!" she said, still loudly, and not using the chair to sit on but rather to stand upon with drunken triumph.
(yeah that's what he was supposed to do because that's his spot, but he wasn't supposed to be with them already, I was planning on them seeing the letter after everyone woke up and helping him as the first part of the rp
That's my fault sorry, I wasn't clear
Do you want to keep it, or change it?)
(Oh
I had not picked up on that lmao
I guess if that’s more convenient for you.)
Victoire flinched away, her skin prickling from the contact. It was evident that Nicolette was drunk….. but she supposed an explanation to why she'd jerked away would prevent any intoxicated bawling. "Désolé, Nicolette… but, ah, no touching as of right now. S'il te plait." Carefully, she coaxed the woman into the kitchen, pulling up a chair. "Sit, you must be tired. And the others are sleeping, so…." She raised a silencing finger to her lips.
"I'm hardly tired. Quite the contrary, I feel as if I could take on a legion if the king's soldiers with ease. La victoire est à moi, je suis le seul vrai champion du destin. Rien ne restera sur mon chemin, non ma chérie, rien!" she said, still loudly, and not using the chair to sit on but rather to stand upon with drunken triumph.
On any other day, Victoire might have chuckled softly, berated her friend, but not now. A fleeting ghost of a smile passed over her lips, the only change in her facial expression, and she reached up to slowly guide the woman down. "Please, Nicolette. Let the others rest." It was not her fault, one could hardly be blamed for such actions under the effect of alcohol, but she was too drained of energy to make an attempt at even a quiet jest. Nausea still lingered in her gut, another fracture added to her fragile heart, and today, the weight of the world on her shoulders was simply too much.
(Oh
I had not picked up on that lmaoI guess if that’s more convenient for you.)
Again, my fault, I probably should have clarified further sorry
If you're cool with changing to the original plan, then sure
(I guess I am. I’ll just delete my thing and have Ember come in eventually.)
Nicolette, some foreign wave of sobriety washing over her, nodded. "So, rough night?" she asked concernedly.
(Alright. Basically, you can write a segment with him at home, and maybe later on, one of the girls goes out to the market and bumps into him? As for the postman, after everyone's up, maybe he can knock on the door and give them the letter?)
(Yeah I was thinking about the latter, where Ember can come in with it.)
Nicolette, some foreign wave of sobriety washing over her, nodded. "So, rough night?" she asked concernedly.
Victoire gave a weary nod, exhaustion lining her slim features. "A customer…" she murmured vaguely, moving to seat herself before her legs buckled beneath her. "Wouldn't take anything beforehand… I took him to bed." It was a constant struggle not to let her eyelids droop shut, though she wanted more than anything to surrender the battle to her fatigue, she knew exactly which images would come rushing back to fill the visual gap.
(Yeah I was thinking about the latter, where Ember can come in with it.)
alright, sounds good!)
"Okay, who is he, and where's my sword?" Nicole asked, standing up quickly.
(Thank you, Nicole, for mirroring my emotion on it xD)
(Thank you, Nicole, for mirroring my emotion on it xD)
(Nicolette nods "Ya welcome. Now seriously, where mah sword?")
(@Red_Cactus, I love the way you write Nicolette, but would you mind keeping your responses at three to four sentences minimum?)
"Sit," Victoire told her firmly, but not unkindly, each of movement she made laced with sluggishness. "Please." Her French accent wove its way through each word she spoke, much more pronounced now that weariness had stolen away her will to keep up a more British way of sounding. "I am, after all, a prostitute. Leave it."
(god i hate the mirror cliche why the fuck did i use it)
(I feel you so much.)
(@Red_Cactus, I love the way you write Nicolette, but would you mind keeping your responses at three to four sentences minimum?)
(Shit, I'm sorry. Yeah, I'll do that!)
(@Red_Cactus, I love the way you write Nicolette, but would you mind keeping your responses at three to four sentences minimum?)
(Shit, I'm sorry. Yeah, I'll do that!)
it's not a big deal lol, sorry if I'm super nitpicky)
Once dressed, Aubrey piled her hair on top of her head and checked herself in the mirror. She looked good, for which she was grateful. It was hard for her to be her happy, bubbly self if she didn't look nice.
After she had decided that she was done getting dressed and such, she opened the door and glanced around. No one was in the hallway, so Nicolette and/or Victoire must be in one of the other rooms. She stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind herself, careful to do it quietly so that she wouldn't wake the other women.
She made her way down the hallway, listening for voices that might tell her of her friends' whereabouts. Such voices came from the direction of the kitchen, one loud and one much softer. It must have been Nicolette an Victoire, as she had suspected.
Upon reaching the kitchen, she chuckled softly at the sight before her. Was that Nicolette standing on a chair there? What in the world was she doing?
Oh, but now she was down. Good, Victoire had coaxed her off the chair.
"Morning, ladies. Nicolette, you're not giving our friend a hard time, are you?" Aubrey questioned with a smile at the other woman. She turned to Victoire and gave her friend a small smile before addressing her softly, "How are you?"
"I'm going to murder the guy that hurt Victoire." Nicolette said simply, moving to find her sword. Nobody ever messed with her friends, her family for God's sake. She had had enough loss of those she loved in her life, she refused to let others get hurt. Now, where was that sword?