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Valdy - Place At The Table (Haida)

wrt. Valdy & prod. Claire Lawrence, 1972. 

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Apprentice/Valdemar (The Arcana), valdemar - Relationship Characters: Valdemar (The Arcana), Apprentice (The Arcana) Additional Tags: Slow Romance Summary:

“Got to keep it up, got to keep going” Stella said that mentally like a mantra, fighting against her body as the plague had settled in, straining as strength faltered at times, holding a report of her current patient.

She thanked the mask for keeping the obvious symptom under wraps, but she has been struggling for at least two weeks now and she knew she was risking herself coming here in the first place but she had to keep the normalcy or the facade would shatter. She would take a bit of longer breaks or try to be as alone as possible at the job, which was quite normal among all down here, and keep herself away from the more knowing doctors, specially Quaestor Valdemar. To every degree, their actions to those with the plague scared her, they were merciless and it unnerved her how calm and happy they looked with their hands shoved down a ribcage.

Her thoughts came back to the matter at hand as she was inspecting a couple of elderly people, taking notes as how far the plague had them and checking up symptoms at the paper. She knew well they weren’t gonna last the night, probably not even the next hour or so, her heart constricting against her chest. No matter how much she saw, her emotions would remind her, and she was also now in this same state, suddenly feeling out of the world for a second.

Her train of thoughts was abruptly brought back by a scalpel struck right beside her head, seeing the shiny blade glisten with blood lodged to the brick as she now wondered how she ended against the wall in the first place. After looking at said blade, her head turned to the owner of the same, reptile like eyes watching her own through tinted glass as their face was covered in blood splatters.

“Doctor 113, i had been calling for you for the last couple of minutes, anything amiss?”

“No Quaestor, i am sorry for not paying attention, i had a rough night of sleep overall” she wasn’t lying, she spent the night tossing and turning in pain. “So i didn’t heard you”

“Ah is that so? The screaming not lulling you to sleep enough?” They asked, head tilted in question and something more.

Observation.

“That might be your thing, Quaestor, for us it just haunts to no end” Stella hissed back, glaring at the doctor, the same raising an eyebrow at her remark, she needed to get them off her fast “So how can i help you?” She kept herself at bay, trying to show no weakness as she tried to get out of their half pin.

“Take off your mask” their other hand grasped at the beak of the mask, stilling Stella in place.

“Q-Quaestor...” Stella stuttered “we are working, we are not suppose to...” her voice trailed as Valdemar pulled at the mask.

“Take if off or i’ll take it off for you” they insisted again, sharp teeth flashing in a knowing smirk as they rose the mask a bit more.

“Quaestor, i need a hand in a patient” their attention was pulled to another of the doctors, Dr. Julian Devorak, or more commonly knows as Doctor 69 down here, full on black and red uniform. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but it’s urgent of your attention”

Stella’s heart hammered as the only protection of her current state was in the brink of being removed. Dr. Devorak on the other hand glanced between the two, as he was trying to keep the Quaestor from pulling at the mask in a way, or really needed help, but whichever was, the answer hung in the air between all three. The mask shifted back in place, being tapped at the end of the beak as the Quaestor leaned in.

“I’ll be back for you, you’re an unique specimen i want to have at the vivisection table, and seems to be soon” They slurred the last word, knowing as they backed away, suddenly signaling at the dungeon guards to grab at her.

Guards tackled at her, grasping at her arms tight while mask was roughly ripped off her face as she tried to call for her magic. A punch in the gut stopped her words, not letting the spell appear as she hunched over, pain settling in. Starry pupils swam in the red sclera Stella gasping as she glared at Valdemar in hatred, who just smiled back smugly, the remaining of the doctors and nurses watching in amazement at her as she was taken to one of the quarantine cells for doctors. She cursed along the way, being thrown over into the cell as tears began to spill free from her reddened eyes.

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Valdy - Rainmaker (Haida)

wrt. (Harry) Nilsson.

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