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Author Topic: Hold This Space So I Can Hold My Life Together  (Read 241 times)

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Offline Valeska Drachlan

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    • white2rose
    • witch
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      Maid

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      Seville Province Court

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      Dhemlan, Kaeleer

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      halyonix

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Hold This Space So I Can Hold My Life Together
« on: Nov 05, 18, 02:51:39 PM »
A simple stabilizing spell helped with the laden tray. And, even at the level of White, it was hardly a pain to maintain. Valeska was very careful anyway but lately, she had felt so unnerved, which left her feeling so unbalanced and she didn’t trust herself not to drop something.

And if she dropped something, surely someone would yell at her for it.

It wasn’t always so bad.

There were two sanctuaries that Valeska had found so far while in the Barbero household. One was her room, a fragile sort of haven that could be quickly breached but was left in relative solitude most days. The other…was Elena’s room. Not because it held the same undisturbed remoteness, but because it was defended by Elena’s Opal, should anyone (read: Rodrigo) disturb her.

And that was where Valeska was going with that tray. With fresh coffee and biscuits, the Rose witch made her way towards Elena’s quarters, hoping for a bit of emotional breathing space that day. Living in the Barbero household felt a lot like walking on eggshells, especially if the Steward was in a bad mood. And when was he not? Was he ever happy? Valeska didn’t want to please him – she hated the Steward – but she wondered if there was ever a moment when he wasn’t barking out orders or insults. A moment’s peace, she supposed.

No one stopped her on her way to Elena’s quarters. She knocked gently and said, “It’s me, Lady,” to let Elena know she was there. The door opened and Valeska slipped quickly inside, eager to hide. Almost immediately, she exhaled in relief. No one would mess with her here. And Elena liked her. Really liked her. Why did the Steward hate his own sister so much? That was another thing Valeska just didn’t understand. In Valeska’s family, there wasn’t anything like that. Okay, maybe there had been in the past but…that was the past. And it had been between Valeska’s mother and her aunt, who was no longer a part of their lives. Why didn’t Elena cut off ties with her hostile brother?

“I brought coffee and biscuits to start your day, Lady,” Valeska said, her voice projecting a pleasantness she was only then beginning to feel. Elena’s room, as usual, was pretty messy. As many times as Valeska offered to clean it thoroughly, Elena politely declined. But she did let her maid clean up some things and that made Valeska happy. When she was with Elena she didn’t feel less or inferior. She felt…appreciated.

Why couldn’t it always be like that?