A/N: This is a AU fanwork. Carciphona and its characters are the brain child
Huang. That being said:
if anyone seems out of character, I am sorry. I don’t have enough shame to
offer you, so I only can give you my shitty words and sentence structure. Also,
grammar and I aren’t on the best of terms.
Summary: Veloce wears her shame
as a badge of honor: Visrins were supposed to carry the weight of the world on
their shoulders, not hide underneath comforters.
Midnights Rituals and Summoning Demons
Up until the age of eight,
Veloce had a habit of sneaking into rooms during the dead of night.
It wasn’t really much of a
triumph. While the floorboards were as old as blood spilt from a revived
nation, they were surprisingly sturdy enough to mask her mischief. She was a
master in her own element, to say the least.
Many years were spent plotting and succeeding silent revenge for the wasted hours sitting through uncomfortable dress fittings; confiscated animals she brought in for pets; and the ungodly amount of vegetables she was forced to eat, which was most likely a passive-aggressive upshot for the ‘Great Mudslide through the Kitchen’ catastrophe—also affectionately dubbed The Second Catharsis. (An event which everyone was barred to speak of yet would always be fresh in minds for many years to come)
She maneuvered the hallways as if it was her own battlefield, and she bowed down to the wrath of no one.
Auresque did however instill her with manners: always knock and patiently wait to be escorted inside when it came to the master bedroom—everything else was fair game for lock picking. If the staff woke up to the sight marker moustaches and graffiti on their face, frogs or snakes in their bed, or their hand in warm water—it was their fault.
Her mother rarely punished her for the late-night excursions. Stealth was a skill that had to be acquired, she would respond with a final tone before the topic would be officially dropped (her cousin Vocruen, on the other hand, dealt out chastisement and disciple with the frequency of refugee resettlement camps spilling across the borders). And unless Veloce was trying to form a coup d’état in the backyard, she rarely gave her the time of day. That fact wasn’t going to change when the sun went down, or during the nights when the devils finally came out.
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