#vedene

It can come from a change of heart, a chance meeting, or even a lucky shot. It was the last of these that took the course of history for what Vedene had took it to be and... altered everything.

It just takes a second.

The weapon was withdrawn by a shocked Heiress, who didn't believe she had done this. Raevah's face was filled with shock. Staring at the tyrian covered weapon in her hand. She... couldn't.

Vedene's shocked matched her own. The blood leaked from her wound far too fast and far too profusely. Understanding wasn't coming. She couldn't comprehend.

"You... killed me...?" The question was the last she'd ever asked. It wasn't a minute later when far too much blood had rushed out, and she turned limp.

The last one standing looked down at the corpse of the bully she had feared and respected for so long. There was a numbness through herself, not like what she had known before in her hidden life.

Aciona hid with heart pounding and cheeks flushed. She wasn't sure when this had happened--but she was in the deepest trench of the sea for this. Heart puttering and pattering over her worst enemy (or whatever the hell she was) Vedene.

Hopefully, she hadn't been seen. But oh damn was she close to being spotted. It was a damn accident, running into her. So why was she feeling like this? Was it flushed/ Blackened? What was this terrible bubbling?

Aciona wasn't sure why she was kidding Vedene, or why Vedene was kissing her. But that was a thing that was happening. Right now. And Vedene had kissed her first.

Aciona wasn't quite sure to do about the rapier pressed against her throat. Or the angry heiress attached. 

It wasn't really the anger or the sharp point that got her riled--it was the smirking Neiros behind her. "Oh why are you smiling you didn't do anyfin!" She hissed at the right-hand behind the heiress, who seemed a little shocked that this shark-finned troll dared.

"'SCUSE you, you should be talking to ME, not HIM. ME. I can't believe you'd ignore me and this BLADE that's totally about to SKEWER you!" The prima donna herself had her fins in a ruffled tizzy over this.

Aciona shrugged. "Whale, he's the one making faces."

Vedene turned her head to scold Neiros--and she felt her blade move.

By the time she turned back, Aciona was gone.

"...Neiros... did you JUST cause me to LOSE her?!"

Basically it starts with Aciona in a cell all gagged up and shit, and there's corpses around in this wate prison. She's tied up w/ her hands above her head and it's kinda weird to hang and float there but whatever.

She's only just woken up.

An unconscious Vedene is throne in. Well. Fuck. She has this weird headgear on instead of her crown. Tied up with a nice lock. So there Aciona is like 'ohfuckingshit' for awhile and then Vedene gets up like "where the fuck am I what the fuck happened." And Aciona pretends to be asleep because that's the best plan she has and sometimes she's not the smartest.

Vedene soon realizes she can't use her powers and screeches, which jerks Aciona from her fake sleep to glare angrily at Vedene and kick a little.

There's an 'of course you're fucking alive' with a lot of weird gestures and mumbles of communication. And they ACTUALLY look around this huge cell to find out that by the tyrian jewelry that Vedene isn't the first heiress to die here.

So the water in the cell gets drained and this fuckass blueblood is there gloating about capturing these 'sea menaces' with their 'awful powers' and Vedene demands that she be released and the guy is like 'you're not empress yet and you never will be'.

He refers to them as 'the Ventriloquist' and 'the Siren'. And Vedene is 'I have a name peasant use it' and she's ignore which frustrates her een more and she can't even use her powers against him.

This guy has too much fun with this shit.

So he mocks and berates them and tells them he's going to extract their brains and aciona's vocal chords to see how their powers work and shit like that.

And leaves, letting the cell fill back up with water.

Aciona eventually gets a hairpin out of her hair and starts fiddling with the lock hanging from her hands at an awkward angle and damn does it take ages, the entire time Vedene's not in a good mood about the situation. Once Aciona gets her hands free she swims over to Vedene, and tries to communicate 'I free you, you don't fucking use your powers on me ever or try and kill me'.

Which she actually has to get the headgear off first to communicate this.

And has her swear on her fucking throne. Which, she then frees her and gets that stupid headgear off. Then, they go, work on that stupid fucking cell lock.

Get it open, and then get their asses out of that cavern, find that guy, and basically Vedene is like having him scream and shit and Aciona just goes "can you just kill him already" and Vedene just gives her a look and kills him. 

They then go find their respective weapons and jewelry, re-equip, and part ways. 

Satisfying wasn’t quite the word for it. Possibly a better term would be ‘amazing’ or ‘astronomically wonderful’.  Aciona was the first to rise from the afterglow of pailing, quite satisfied and content with the result of their activities. A bit of a hum was from her closed lips—but she was quite one atune to music. Or, really, she spent most of her time with song.

Vedene, curious to where her love went—soon took up the other robe and followed her. Curious, as she quietly followed behind her musical matesprit. Who had wandered out of the ship to the veranda, taking a seat as she gazed upon the endless expanse of space. Yes, the plasma-glass was a useful invention—and it was lovely to sit and see the stars go by.

Or, really, watch as they passed them.

Aciona had curled up on the largest and coziest piece of furniture, eyes closed and notes coming out in a soft, made-up melody that Vedene hadn’t quite heard before. Then again, with the countless tunes that could be spewed forth, it wasn’t a surprise that she wasn’t aware of which one this was.

And, of course she took her proper seat by her matesprit. Fitting comfortably by her side, angling just right to avoid a horn clash between her endless swirls and the sharp, straight points—settled just right. As if queued by her actions, Aciona started to sing.

The tune was old, distant. A memory from youth—perhaps. Nights much more pleasing and innocent than the life was lived now. The language different, much less haphazard—yet, yes, yes this was one that Vedene actually knew quite well, and, the Empress soon joined her.

And she spied her matesprit’s sweet grin, her soft, lilting soprano shifting to sing in a sweet harmony with her own alto voice. A sweet gesture from the song weaver, who switched, and kept steady to the notes as she shifted and cuddled close to the one she loved.

As the two sang such sweet songs, who would have known that some time ago—there was a hate like no other betwixt the two?

Curious, also—who would have guessed the possible death that could have been caused with a simple spat?

Yet, she found herself caught in a kiss. Eyes widened in surprise, her gave fell upon... Aciona.

Her form relaxed. Of course it was Aciona. What other troll would be so... so bold, as to grab her so unexpectedly? She felt the corners of her mouth twitch upward. The Empress was quite content to wrap an arm around her matesprit, cradling the other troll close.

Their sweet kiss finished, they parted merely inches. "You are breaking some sort of rule or regulation, you do realize."

"I didn't know there was a law that matesprits aren't allowed to kiss."

"That isn't what I---"

She was interrupted by a second kiss, followed by her matesprit's grin, and soon she was watching the lovely lilac hued troll rush off. "I will see you later tonight, darling!" 

Shaking her head, Vedene turned the other direction, off to her royal duties. Yes, she would see her later tonight.