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INTO THE SUN
(watch me disappear)
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Vera?
Versailles' curved ears, still marked with the piercings Suite had given her, flicker at the sound of her name being uttered in a tentative whisper, paws on eggshells and thinning ice. Her mismatched gaze lifts from where she had been staring so intently at the ground to look at Margaery, tracing her familiar features before letting her eyes wander elsewhere in guilt. "I didn't - it's a long story," she offers in response, voice about as quiet as hers had been.
It isn't a long story. She hadn't felt like home, and she thinks her thoughts manifested into something more when her mother started chasing her out of the territory. Looking back, she thinks it might've been a hallucination, but things certainly had taken a turn for the worse (or the better, depending on who you ask) since she made her abrupt leave. The right side of her face still itches from time to time - she loathes reaching up to scratch it, loathes feeling the burn scars...
She presses the half-mask closer to her face, cool porcelain pressing against the pink skin hidden beneath it. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Insecure. "I got into a little scuffle," she admits, trying to laugh a bit at the end but failing; it comes out as more of a choke. Gabe's words, when he arrives, aren't that far off the mark either. She presses the mask again, wanting to make sure they can't see, but has enough to nerve to shoot him a response albeit sounding completely deadpan. "Trust me. They weren't very good at it. The conditions on set were terrible too. It was sweltering."
At Washington's comment, Versailles is quick to frown, before her gaze dips and her body rises to give herself a good look, trying to find an ounce of fat - she'd been a little on the thicker side as a domestic, sure, but she's sure that her body is now armed to the teeth with lean muscle... another once-over confirms that she's leaner, at least. His stumbling attempt to correct himself at least clarifies what he wanted to say, but there's still a bitter taste of something on her tongue. "Yeah, I - uh... stress does things to people?" Her voice lilts with her own confusion, she's not entirely sure what had triggered it either. "Stress definitely did a number on me."
Versailles' curved ears, still marked with the piercings Suite had given her, flicker at the sound of her name being uttered in a tentative whisper, paws on eggshells and thinning ice. Her mismatched gaze lifts from where she had been staring so intently at the ground to look at Margaery, tracing her familiar features before letting her eyes wander elsewhere in guilt. "I didn't - it's a long story," she offers in response, voice about as quiet as hers had been.
It isn't a long story. She hadn't felt like home, and she thinks her thoughts manifested into something more when her mother started chasing her out of the territory. Looking back, she thinks it might've been a hallucination, but things certainly had taken a turn for the worse (or the better, depending on who you ask) since she made her abrupt leave. The right side of her face still itches from time to time - she loathes reaching up to scratch it, loathes feeling the burn scars...
She presses the half-mask closer to her face, cool porcelain pressing against the pink skin hidden beneath it. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Insecure. "I got into a little scuffle," she admits, trying to laugh a bit at the end but failing; it comes out as more of a choke. Gabe's words, when he arrives, aren't that far off the mark either. She presses the mask again, wanting to make sure they can't see, but has enough to nerve to shoot him a response albeit sounding completely deadpan. "Trust me. They weren't very good at it. The conditions on set were terrible too. It was sweltering."
At Washington's comment, Versailles is quick to frown, before her gaze dips and her body rises to give herself a good look, trying to find an ounce of fat - she'd been a little on the thicker side as a domestic, sure, but she's sure that her body is now armed to the teeth with lean muscle... another once-over confirms that she's leaner, at least. His stumbling attempt to correct himself at least clarifies what he wanted to say, but there's still a bitter taste of something on her tongue. "Yeah, I - uh... stress does things to people?" Her voice lilts with her own confusion, she's not entirely sure what had triggered it either. "Stress definitely did a number on me."
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