forum Lovely Ladies // deadly women of the night // MATURE THEMES // 6/6 - CLOSED

Started December 31, 2018 by @blue_topaz

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Victoire turned at the sound of a sweet, familiar voice, and the barest hint of a wry smile appeared on her lips. "Aubrey, good morning," she greeted, her voice sapped of it's usual music and colour. She must have looked so…. lifeless, sitting there with no light in her eyes. Suddenly, she was painfully aware of the ring of dark bruises making their way up her neck, and her hand flew up to cover them of its own accord. There was a dark, purplish mark to the right of her eye as well— and those were only the visible signs of what had been done to her. "I'm……. fine. How are you?"

Hope was never something she thought was real. Just a made up word people use as an excuse to not give up on life completely. Just a mental trap, the bodies efforts at preserving itself. Winifred never thought hope would ever mean anything to her because so long she had been with out it.

But hope had streamed in, like light through a window, pure and untouchable. Hope had led her to do some rather versatile things, but lastly, brought her here. Winifred’s fingers trailed along the wall as she strolled down the hall, feet bare, hair free and swaying with every motion. A song, quiet and low, even rose from her chest as she hummed softly. Winifred strayed from the parlor towards the sound of congregating women. Standing by the entrance, she assessed the room, as per usual. It was a bad habit, made her seem sketchy or paranoid or frenzied to those who watched her. But it made her feel safe, it allowed her to put her mind under lock and key. No one else was here, she knew that for a fact.

A small smile played on her lips, but it didn’t hold ground for long as her eyes slid along the women before her. Nicolette was a circus act all her own and Aubrey was a pillar of silent calm, but Victoire was the one she scrutinized. She crossed the room in silent steps until she was before the lady. Her doe eyes softened as she raised a hand to place on her shoulder….but thought better of it, and let it fall.

Victoire Benoit had been the hope unseen until daylight, the hope that had changed Winifred’s path so drastically. To see her hurting, in pain, wearing the same shade of agony Winifred had many times, it broke her heart. Her happiness fell away.

“I can start breakfast.” She told Victoire. A ‘Good morning” never passed her lips because this morning was particularly cruel. How dare the sun shine as though things were perfect? It doesn’t shine for you… she reminded herself, straightening her back. Only for those who are seen….We are not.

Aubrey's gaze flickered to the marks along her neck and the bruise beside her eye. Of course she knew what the reason was behind them — Victoire was her best friend, after all — but she wouldn't ask about them if she want willing to talk.

"I'm fine, I suppose. I've been better, though," she admitted with a shrug. "And, Nicolette… I'm sure he's gotten his due, by now. Don't worry about him."

Victoire gave a tilt of her head in acknowledgment to Aubrey’s words, then turned and met Winifred’s eyes in a silent ‘thank you’. Already, the heavy cloak of shame was slipping off her shoulders, alleviated by the presence of her sisters. Only one of them was missing now.. Kimiko. Still in her room. Victoire winced, recalling the racket she and the customer had made the past night. The walls were thin, and Kimiko had the room over from hers….

(@WritingGale, it’s great!)

(thank you!)

Kimiko finished up her makeup, carefully rubbing some pearl powder under her eyes to hide the dark bags underneath. She could faintly hear the noise of the ladies talking outside. Ah. So they must all be up as well. She slipped out quietly, grabbing the bottle of pearl powder. When she saw Victoire, surrounded by the rest of the ladies, she walked past quickly, not wanting to be dragged into the conversation. As she brushed past Victoire, she made no sound, did not meet anyone's eyes- but quickly slipped the bottle of pearl powder into Victoire's hand and hurried away. You're growing soft, Kasai.

Victoire closed her fingers around the bottle, letting her eyes trail after Kimiko. After a pause, she rose to her feet, grimacing as fiery pain shot up her legs. “Right.” She spoke with an air of authority. “Let’s get the morning started. Winifred offered to make breakfast, someone can make the table. We have barely anything left to eat, I will go and buy whatever we require. Who would like to come with?”

Aubrey smiled as the other two women entered the kitchen. When Victoire asked if anyone wanted to join her, she stepped forward and gave her a wider smile. She could talk to her about her dreams this way, hopefully.

"I would if you don't mind. It will be nice to get out for a short time," she offered, fiddling with her bracelet.

Winifred gave a curt nod to Kimiko as she floated in, silent as the air. She turned her attention back to Victoire. "I'll wait til you return then?" She gave a tilt of her head. "Or I can start with whatever we have here."

Winifred gave a curt nod to Kimiko as she floated in, silent as the air. She turned her attention back to Victoire. "I'll wait til you return then?" She gave a tilt of her head. "Or I can start with whatever we have here."

"Winifred, if you do not need any more help, then I'll set the table," Kimiko said quietly. It was not was a request. She pulled out the silverware from the drawers and the thin porcelain plates from the cabinets, setting them down as quickly as possible without breaking them.

Victoire nodded first to Aubrey, a silent acknowledgement, then turned to Winifred. “Start with what we have, but there isn’t much to work with. What do you want me to bring back?”
(Sorry my responses are taking so long, I’m at a sleepover)

((Its fine! Enjoy yourself darling!))

"Just the regular. Eggs, milk, flour…We have more than enough butter. And everything else will make do with a not of rationing for the week." Winifred eyes were narrow as she made simple divisions in her mind.

(Thanks!)

“Alright. And, ah, luckily for us, last night’s customer left quite a bit of coin behind.” Victoire made a vague gesture towards the stairs. “I left it in our safe place.” And it was a hefty sum— the only reason that the night had been worth it. Almost worth it.

Aubrey hummed thoughtfully, nodding in acknowledgement to Victoire’s statement. “All right. Are we ready to leave, then?” she wondered gently.

(Hi guys
Sorry
Group rping started to make me anxious so I did the stupid thing and didn’t look at this rp, which was really crappy of me. I really am sorry, does everyone still want to do this?)