#dvvsired

Bea was an adult, but her family still treated her like she as a kid- mainly because they were insanely religious, with their strict rules, their views on women and sexuality, it frustrated her to no end. Which was why she went wild in college, she fucked guys and girls, tried drugs that she never could get her hands on at home and drank to the point she went to classes tipsy. But once her parents found out, they thought she’d be better if she spoke to the priest. It was a shame she didn’t believe in God, it was also the mistake that the father had been attractive. And she decided in that moment if she could corrupt the church, and with that she went into every single detail of what she’d done as she sat across from him in the office. It was supposed to be a simple consultation but that wasn’t what she was going to have it end up being. She’d prove to parents what kind of monster she truly was before she’d cut them off entirely.

Aitana kept her secrets close to her chest, who didn’t? It simply made her feel better to know people saw her as an innocent, someone who was pure and naive. People were less likely to judge her that way, even if they often found her ignorant of the world. If she blushed at the mention of sex, people would laugh but they would leave it at that and not argue with her too much on why. That was why, when Hodge saw her the night before, she had no idea what to think. They had known each other for a while, she would certainly consider them friends, but she had never expected having to explain to a friend why she had been pressed against a brick wall behind a club, her skirt pushed up by her hips and the guy she’d been dancing with minutes earlier pounding into her. Aitana had no idea if he’d been at the club or if he’d just been walking by but she needed to know. She needed to know how much he had seen, if it had just been in passing or if he’d been there longer than she’d realizing, not that it really matter. There wasn’t much of a way to come back from that. 

With a text sent to request meeting up for coffee, Aitana had no choice but to try and relax. As long as he didn’t tell anyone she could keep up her image and truly that was what mattered to her. If he made it known to everyone what had happened, then that would be a problem. There wasn’t any way to damage control this, she knew that, but she could at least ask him to keep er proclivities private. Thus, when he approached the table she’d claimed, she smiled, hoping to act as if nothing had happened. “Hey! I’m glad you showed up. I already ordered your coffee. How are you?” Aitana kept her smile bright, hoping to keep control of the tenuous situation. 

Was she playing a new role? The script was way too unknown to her. As if someone stole her imagination again and recharged it with a vicious habit of forgetting lines. The young actress didn’t know her new role too good. The new role of life. Cyber life. She hasn’t memorized the scenes yet. Especially the one where the National Theatre’s owner was being stabbed to death. The black-stained picture chose her to be its prey and never leave her mind. It felt alive while she was sleeping. Scarlett didn’t deserve the life she was living.

[ Scarlett, number S-007. Android. Actress. Ready. ]

Yennefer really thought she had been behaving herself since she’d healed from the battle of Sodden. She couldn’t stand being in Aretuza a moment longer than necessary to be healed enough to travel, but she hadn’t risked unnecessary attention -- despite what her first impulses were. She needed to keep Nilfgaard off her back until she was sure she wouldn’t run the risk of being killed or captured when she came across them. And, she had maybe been hoping that fate would have been a little kinder to her for embarking on this sort of behavior.

But as she caught sight of the witcher she was reminded that fate was never kind to her -- to either of them. The piercing pain she felt on the mountain as she had turned away from him still ached through her, separate from the wounds she had received in the battle. “I was being such a good girl, staying out of trouble,” she murmured as she approached him in the crowded tavern. Should the reunion with the man who had damned himself to her be more flashy than this? Or was the banality of it all the one piece of relief she had earned? Slipping back with him was easy. “But I suppose I was just putting off the inevitable. Are you happy? That you’ve bound your fate to such trouble?”