[AW] the have-its and the have-nots

[Avdotya]

She stood, expressionless, when her company so poorly attempted to rattle those pious bones. Indeed, Avdotya meant herself; Solis had made her into a weapon that night so long ago, shaped her from his harsh desert realm and groomed her for absolute destruction. She was no noble sitting pretty atop velvet cushions when he’d reached for her bloodied body within Zolin’s forsaken pits, she did not know fortune and all its pretty pennies... yet it was her he sought out and it was her who he’d sent as his harbinger of death for a boy king unfit to rule. Yes, for Solis, Avdotya would happily bathe the world in blood  Once more, then, Avdotya turned her head and stared into the other woman’s eyes with not a single trace of emotion in her own. ”I do.” Would you like to challenge me on that? her gaze asked. The viper’s devotion was a dangerous thing, violent and temperamental in its ways  Some may have called it blind reverence - truly, it was their own prerogative. Let them stare down their noses as their bodies slowly wrinkled and withered with age, let them chuckle until they choked on their own mortality. She would be there smiling down upon them with eternity coursing through her veins. And then the tension loosed itself from the pair, leaving them to their stale chatter of politics and power in a nation that was not their own. ”All things pretty eventually lose their sweetness.” Avdotya remarked. Give the Night Queen enough time and she was certain her dreamy little worlds of make believe would find deadly purpose. Nothing innocent ever survived. The mare’s eyes wandered again, watching two young dancers flit about the ballroom floor. Their fluid steps were almost hypnotizing, holding Avdotya’s attention until they disappeared into the ever-moving crowd. Like gargoyles the women were, two stone cold figures with eyes always vigilant... and still they were eons apart. @vendetta ladies chill image © aapex