NO MERCY

“Velvet, I’d like to compliment you on the food. It was delicious.” Eleanor bowed her head in thanks to the chef. If she didn’t know any better, she wouldn’t believe the daemon didn’t have a sense of taste anymore. “The pirates are good tradesmen if they’re able to acquire such good ingredients. They are not what I’m used to, but I am willing to get to know how to use them better. Where … did you learn to cook?”

“You know your gratitude is wasted on me, right?”

Eleanor sure is a weird one, going out of her way to thank her captor. It’s not even like Velvet is being especially considerate or anything; she cooks because she needs all of them alive, Laphicet’s vessel included. If in following the recipe, she manages to manages to make something that they thinks tastes good, fine. But it’s not one of Velvet’s priorities, and it’s not like she would be able to tell either way.

*Pokes you*

*Punches you*

*Plays with your hair*

*Tickles you*

*Licks you*

*Shoves you*

*Flicks you*

*Pulls your hair*

*Strokes your face*

*Slaps your ass*

*Cups your cheek*

*Massages shoulders*

*Bites you*

*Caresses you*

*Unbuttons your shirt*

*Unbuttons your trousers*

*Slaps your face*

*Hugs you*

*Pushes you against a wall*

*Pulls you into bed*

*Pulls you into my lap*

*Pinches cheeks*

*Picks you up*

*Slips hand up your shirt*

Such a cruel display!

“Velvet, there’s no need for pointless violence! But as a matter of fact, there is something i have of need from you!”

Velvet sighs. She’s probably going to regret asking, but...

     She remembered this place, this day, everything  except she didn’t remember meeting another version  of herself like this one was now.  She tensed, looking  to the left and right before returning her focus to the  other.

     “My name is Velvet Crowe, and I’m going to assume  you’re not another Daemon pretending to be me.  I could  smell it on you if you were.  All I remember is a flash of  light and…then I was here.”

“The same name, too...” Velvet mutters.  But even as the other’s declaration sends her head spinning, she’s careful to remain on guard and maintain her fighting stance. “That means you’re...you’re really me?”

It doesn’t make any sense, and Velvet doesn’t really understand all that other stuff her double is muttering, about daemon smells and impostors. Logic dictates that this woman can’t possibly be who she says, but Velvet’s senses have been kicked into overload and all of them are screaming at her that despite how utterly different this woman is, she’s not lying. And even if there’s something oddly...calculating in her gaze that puts Velvet on edge, she seems just as confused about all of this as Velvet herself.

“You...don’t know how you got here, huh?”