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The conference was over, it was growing late and Cress was tired. "Done?" Heron asked and Cress nodded her head. "It's been decided," Cress tried to stand, her legs shaking. Heron hoped off of the bed, sliding an arm around Cress's waist and another over her shoulder, helping Cress limp to the bed. The two lay beside each other, a hand still around Cress's waist. It took a while for Cress to get used to it, but Heron had desensitized the area with tickles so it was fine. "Oh shoot! Your dinner!" Heron jumped up, going to the mini fridge and taking out a bag. "Corren would have killed me if I forgot." Heron connected it to the port in Cress's chest and then clambered back underneath the blanket, the lights closing as they stilled.
"I wonder how Kora is doing," Cress said sleepily. "Probably running herself into the ground training, hopefully Itward did something about her." Cress hadn't heard anything further from them all day, so she assumed that Itward had taken corrective action and applied it to Kora's behavior. Although no doubt Kora had been evading him, hiding from the world to run her body down, down, down. "That idiot doesn't realize you're just trying to protect her." Heron sounded upset, no doubt she still loved her. Cress's hands tightened around the blanket. That's right, she was just a replacement for Kora wasn't she? Heron loved the blonde little wolf after all.
It was fine though, laying like this, with her. Cress had always been a replacement hadn't she? The spare child that had been cast away. Why would Heron do this then, if she was in love with Kora? The lips that ran up the side of her neck, leaving little kisses, they were all for her. Could it be that Cress had, had it wrong? Maybe Heron didn't love Kora after all, but Cress? This fickle thing called hope that kept slipping away, it came right back like the dawn and dusk. "I'm glad you said yes," Heron said, her breath warm on Cress's skin. Cress lips turned up in a smile, yes, this love, as dangerous as it was, was or her. "I am too." Perhaps it was okay, to love this one person. Kora had made up her mind after all, she had made that very clear. Even though it hurt to think about, it was important to remember.
Had Kora lied that day? The day when she had taken Cress's hand and told her she liked her. Was it foolish to believe that she could have both Kora and Heron? They would expect her to make a choice wouldn't they? Choose one and leave the other behind, wait too long and lose both. Cress sighed, feeling the rush of nutrients in her veins. It was energizing and yet, tiring. Her eyes fluttered closed, red eyes shut behind snowy white lids. Heron's arm tightened around her waist, bringing her closer. Cress could feel the heat rolling off of her, the comforting sort that sent shivers up her spine. Red eyes, red moon, faint whispers of breath that faded into dreams. It was the kind of night where sleep took absolute hold and the world could be forgotten for a time.
When dusk turned to dawn and the ninth hour approached, Cress awoke once more, light filtering in through a crack in the shades. From today until Narina was defeated, they were supposed to pretend to be prisoners. What would happen? Cress wondered. She knew they were going to go around to the Tartarian cities, where Cress would plant more flowers. She didn't know what to expect these next few weeks, no doubt things were going to be very hectic. Heron got up when the pump began to beep. It had been in a slow feed over the course of the entire night, just like Corren had told her to do it. "Morning," Cress smiled, feeling drained after the long walk from the day before. "Morning," Heron leaned over and stole a kiss from Cress's lips. Cress tried to stay still as Heron disconnected her port from the IV pump.
As it turned out, Cress would get to find out just now. "Morning prisoners," Thyella said, sticking her tongue out at them. Cress propped herself up on her elbow, wondering what Una's vassal was doing here so early in the morning. "The speech will be in two hours, in the meantime, I'm supposed to make you look as beat up as possible." Cress stiffened, what did she mean by that? After a breakfast of soup that Heron made Cress down, it began. Makeup, lots of it. It turned out that Thyella was quite good with FX makeup, although God knows why or how. Makeup on her wrists, rope burns, fake bruises along patches of exposed skin through a pretorn dress. It looked quite realistic, aside from the smile that Cress couldn't hide.
"This is actually pretty cool, you're good at this." Thyella laughed, it was Heron's turn next. There was a sick looking scratch going down the length of Heron's face, overtaking one of the knight's eyes. Cress had a sick thought then, that she wanted Kora to see this without knowing it was fake, that Kora would think she was hurt and come try and save her. Then Kora would believe that she was better than Heron, then maybe the girl would stop doubting herself. It was strange wasn't it? How she had been rejected and yet, she still valued Kora so much. "This is just for decoration, it doesn't actually work," Thyella placed a collar around Cress's neck, attached to a leash. Her hands were tied behind her back, loosely bound so as not to actually hurt the princess.
"Wait!" Cress said before Thyella could put a gag over her mouth. "Can I have one more sip of soup?" Heron came over, putting the spoon in her mouth for Cress to eat. "Thanks," Heron winked and Cress blushed. Thyella put the gag over Cress's mouth then, silencing her. It was time to go, with Heron complaining loudly that she wanted a female knight to tug her around on a leash. Cress would have rolled her eyes had she not had to focus on walking if she didn't want to collapse midway. The abuse was gonna get worse on stage, it was all fake, but Cress knew she had to go along with it, this was for the future peace, the betterment of their world.
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Shiro was falling asleep by the foot of the wheelchair. Her head was leaning against Aria's, her tummy growling since she hadn't eaten dinner. Shiro whimpered, placing a hand on her stomach to silence it. In the end, neither girl ended up going to the knight's benefit. No doubt the people would think that Narcia was just too grief stricken to attend without Shiro. As long as Itward went on their behalf, it should be fine. The people wouldn't get too suspicious. Or maybe once this meeting was over, Nee could go for the last hour of the party? That would be the smartest option, attend late and stay until the end, that way it almost seems as if she was there the entire time. Shiro nodded her head at her plan, remembering to stay out of sight of the camera.
What were they going to do now? All of that hiding, there was no point in it. Shiro felt tired of pretending to be in a coma, to have to wear the heavy invisibility cloak and unable to talk to her friends or look for her family. That was why she had entrusted the task to Kora, because as long as Shiro couldn't walk around freely she couldn't invite them to the wedding, or find out why they had left her there that day. Shiro just had to be patient for a little longer, maybe they could act as though she had awoken from the coma so as not to confuse the people and she would be wheelchair bound and covered in bandages in public? It would give Shiro an excuse to not do much either, since there wasn't much for her to do anyways.
"You should... go to... the party." Shiro nodded off, falling asleep right there on the floor. She felt a bit like Cinderella in that moment, sleeping on the floor beside the dying embers to stay warm. Except Shiro was sleeping next to Nee's wheelchair and the temperature was actually quite nice. "Night... night." Shiro murmured, falling asleep with her pacifier in her mouth and not having eaten any dinner. She also forgot about the no talking rule, but Shiro wasn't exactly thinking straight. Even if the sedative was mild, it was still there and she had no idea why she felt so dizzy and tired. Shiro wasn't hungry either, which was strange since the pup had finally been having an appetite and had gained a few pounds so she was no longer drastically underweight, just mildly so.
Like magic the pup woke up in bed the next morning, rubbing her eyes to see that she was there with Aria. It was nice in bed beside the one she loved, warm like the sun on a cold day. Except, they didn't have cold days. Shiro had only gotten to experience the cold thanks to Coriandrum. It had been fun, the difference in temperature, the white powder called snow. That had been Shiro's first time seeing it and she would love to go back one day, when her time wasn't filled with political hassle and what not. They were in the middle of a war too, well, almost. Shiro wasn't sure how last night's meeting had concluded, but she woke up hoping that Nee had gotten the answers she wanted.
There were several things on the table. Shiro crawled towards the edge of the bed, sliding and tumbling down to the floor. The pu groaned, her pacifier falling out of her mouth. She untangled herself from the blankets, going to see what they were. Apparently, the fancy gift boxes were for her and Nee. They were congratulations gifts, on Shiro's 'waking up and Nee's recovery' from the other Queens. Fancy dresses in traditional Etrurian and Coriandrum style, little gifts of cakes and exotic fruit and a pair of glass slippers. Shiro stared down at them, she put one foot in, finding that it was surprisingly comfortable. They were low heels, a pair for her and a matching pair for Nee. Shiro tried not to make too much noise, delighting as she looked in the mirror. Nee was still asleep, Shiro thought, tired from a hard night of work no doubt.