For every tool; a purpose.
ALIAS
Queen of Spades
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Psychokinesis
AGE
30
Villain
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Post by Yennefer Evgeniya on Apr 6, 2021 17:00:38 GMT
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Long Live the Queen
a god doesn't turn at the cries of a worm
"I guess. But it's so easy for you, Yen. You're all that stuff- patient, finesse, everything." Yes, yes she was. It was minorly euphoric to hear. She knew how perfectly suited for pragmatic ruling she was, but there was still something about hearing it from another that was something akin to a 'guilty pleasure'. That is, if she was capable of having one.
"I get... you know how when you haven't gotten laid in forever you're so horny you might explode?" The deadpan from the earlier 'f*cktoy' comment reappeared.
"You know I don't."
"I get like that but for killing."
"All things in moderation, Adrijana. I care little for what addictions you wish to keep as long as they do not control you. We are not weak-minded humans," it was an odd statement - as if both encouraging and warning at the same time. Supporting her sister was always paramount, but the thought of those worthless sheep left a bad taste in her mouth. As her sister came about to swing her around around Yennefer's shoulders, she sat still and allowed it, even so much as going to raise a hand and tap lightly at the forearm across her collarbones. Affection. Rare.
"Do you want me to kill Sophia? So she can't tell any secrets? I mean, I didn't tell her any secrets, but I can kill her just to be sure!" That was an interesting thought. There was a hum behind her closed lips while she pondered, but ultimately gave a small headshake. "No. Not yet. Perhaps today we can find you a new toy together. I'll ride along. Given a safe enough opportunity, we can pick which we like. How does that sound?" another pat or two from her fingertips to Adri's arm, resting there.
NOTES: BE GENTLE, I'M NERVOUS TO BE BACK!
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For every tool; a purpose.
ALIAS
Queen of Spades
CLASSIFICATION
Gleam
POWER
Psychokinesis
AGE
30
Villain
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Post by Yennefer Evgeniya on Jan 4, 2021 21:26:41 GMT
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Long Live the Queen
a god doesn't turn at the cries of a worm
At least her sister had known to let things settle and sit in silence for a stretch after the climax of the argument that had prompted Yennefer's anger. It was during that minute or two of gifted peace and quiet that the Queen had already calmed herself - at least visibly. What anger had twisted her expression and tainted her eyes was all but vanished now, replaced comfortably with her usual and constant state of apathy.
"I know you don't try to," she sighed through her nose against the inside of her wrist, palm still holding up her forehead. "She is not mine, but she is certainly no ally of ours. A snake hiding in the damp and dark. We can't trust her with anything." Yennefer sat back in her chair with a more relaxed posture, hands dropping into her lap and eyes focusing on the glass-dust that shimmered over the desk. It had begun to slowly pool towards the center so as to not be a danger when cleaning, each edge of the desk left clean besides the eventual pile of crystal and white closer to the middle a few inches away from the new, thin split in the wood.
Her attentions only lifted back to Adri when the word (if it could be even called that) 'f*cktoy' was dropped rather unceremoniously between them. She almost immediately gave Adri a look that both questioned the need for the word as well as decently judged and chastised her for it. What a lowly sounding choice of language - especially describing a queen's actions.
"Yenni, I'm sorry, I'm dumb, you know I'm dumb, dumb and crazy."
"You aren't crazy, Adrijana. Neither am I." She hated the thought of resembling that word; just a term used to to explain what normal, weak humans couldn't comprehend. An umbrella that stretched from its true meaning. "I couldn't survive without you," well, that one was true. Not in this century. "Just tell me what I have to do and I'll do it, just please don't be mad. I know I do all the stuff you hate, I promise I'll do better, just please don't be mad." "Calm, sestrica (little sister)." Yennefer leaned forward just enough to sit up straight rather than rely on the chair behind her, hands lacing together and resting on the edge of the desk before her.
"You know what we are. Royalty, kings and queens, deities, gods. The history of the world is writ with our ruling. Before the time of mankind's overpopulation and brainwashed ideals of unnatural equality, your 'crazy' would have been akin to the wrath and might of Poseidon. But Poseidon couldn't rule in years like these. The use of mortal media and droves of mindless sheep to march down a street for a cause would have billions hunting for his head. Finesse is necessary - finesse and patience - my 'crazy'. Had we been born Greeks during the wars in Athens, I would have followed your conqueror's heart in burning entire fleets of ships to ash across the sea. But we weren't born then. We're living in the now. Our roots are taking deep, but not deep enough yet for the attention you're drawing to us."
The Queen leaned forward further yet, tone low and stern, but not angered or condescending. "You must trust in my lead and follow it. Do you understand?"
NOTES: BE GENTLE, I'M NERVOUS TO BE BACK!
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