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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2025 9:05 am

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Prompt: Mirabella and Bonnie have a talk about a recent decline in the latter's mood.

Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2025 9:21 pm

For once in her life, Bonnie hadn't wanted to go out. It had been a thought churning around in her head all day since she'd first gotten that stupid guilt letter this morning. Who even sent letters to someone in the same school anyway? It was such a ridiculous, over the top, stupid thing to do.

Which was also probably exactly why it was such a Mirabella thing to do.

It also meant if she didn't get up and go out, the Aloran would be at her doorstep to bust it down and force her out.

So Bonnie got up. Instead of once again wallowing in her bed, she picked out something that would keep her warm and she dressed. It wasn't anything too showy or flashy. Just warm and comfortable. The Gods knew she just wanted to be comfortable. They also knew that it was probably something Mirabella would comment on. "Maybe if she does, I can punch her face in." The violent mumble as Bonnie brushed out her hair was comforting. It felt normal.

Did she even know what normal felt like anymore?

Almost instantly the thought soured her mood. Her brown eyes trailed back to her unmade bed, wondering if she could just burrow far enough down into the covers that Mirabella couldn't find her no matter how hard she tried. But the sunshine b***h was too determined and Bonnie was too defeated.

Letting out a massive sigh, she gave one last look at the mirror before heading to the front gate where the letter told her to go. Not on time. Or, well, according to the invitation anyway. It was half of a miracle that Bella wasn't busting down her door for being ten minutes late. Maybe she'd factored in getting ready. It wasn't like Bonnie was normally all for being practically dressed.

Kicking at the dirt on the path out to the carriages gave her something to do as she walked. Something to distract her mind for just a moment. Until she saw Bella. It was chilly. There was a carriage sitting there. And she didn't know what the ******** they were doing. Finally a groan of frustration ripped out of her throat.

"I'm here, are you happy now?" The comment came out meaner than she intended, but she couldn't find a part of her that felt bad for it. "Are you going to finally tell me what your big evening plans are so I can go crawl back in bed or do I have to guess about that too?"

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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2025 5:09 pm

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Mirabella was feeling markedly good as of late. Good in a way that she hadn't felt in a very long time. Not only was her body back to good condition, but she'd also found new ways to stay busy at this utter shitstorm of a school. Getting the opportunity to do battle with the departed was weirdly refreshing, and far more economical than beating training dummies to a pulp. Marie should be thankful to Ponyboy for that one. There was just something so satisfying about getting to use her war hammer on enemies that replenished their numbers without fail. Of course, Mirabella still broke a few dummies from time to time. But now it was only on purpose. As a treat.

That being said, there were new troubles brewing in this false kingdom. In particular, her eternal rival was showing deeply concerning behavior. Usually Mirabella would be able to hear Bonita's ever-grating giggles throughout the halls. Every day, somewhere and someway, her eternal rival would be making the world her oyster. Or at least trying to. Lately, however, the cacophony of noise that permeated the halls had lost that particular hint of mischief. Something was amiss.

And Mirabella was going to find out exactly what.

The duchess of light would send Bonita a letter in the morning with a small bouquet of the finest Aloran flowers. Written in it was instructions to arrive at the school's entrance come midday so that they might travel to one of the nearby towns. Arriving early to ensure that their wagon was ready to depart when her contemporary arrived, Mirabella would occasionally glance up at her glorious patron deity. Although the chill of winter began to rear its ugly head, Mother Sun's radiant warmth could never be truly denied. Hopefully Bonita knew by now that neither would she. Otherwise, she would bust down the sea-faring duchess’s door and drag her out herself. Lovingly, of course, but also with her war hammer if need be.

But if that didn’t work either…Mirabella was unsure of what to do with herself. As strange as her relationship with the Stilicidian was, it was the only bond from her past she had left that she could look back on fondly. Fury, indignity, admiration, devotion; they all encapsulated her feelings towards Bonita. And they were all magnificent. She was magnificent, and Mirabella desperately wanted to make sure she didn’t forget that. Crossing her arms as she leaned back against the wagon, the Aloran’s expression soured. Is she really not going to come…? The thought hurt. Not only because it meant that Bonita was further down the abyss than she realized, but her rivalry with Bonita was so precious to her. The idea that she might lose that was more terrifying than she wanted to admit. Thankfully, the sound of footsteps would snap her out of her trance.

Mirabella would look up to see Bonita finally bothering to show her face, wearing one of the tamest outfits that the Aloran had ever seen her in. Sun above, things really are bad. But not bad enough that her rival was unable to snark at her. "I'm here, are you happy now?" Closing her eyes as she drew in a sharp inhale through her nose, Mirabella cocked her head to the side. ”I’d be happier if you’d come on time, but yes. Quite,” responded Mirabella, a smile poking through her otherwise indignant expression. Sass aside, she was relieved that her knock off came. As Bonita went on to ask about their destination for today, the Aloran duchess would turn around and put a foot on the step to the carriage.

”Our destination will be a local pub. My chosen tell me the alcohol there surpasses what I've been tortured with here and I could use the reprieve,” continued the duchess of light as she opened the door and stepped back down. Coming to the side with a slow, confident stride, she faced Bonita once more with an earnest gaze. ”But more importantly, I wish to be there for you today. To speak on whatever is troubling you and do what I can to get you through it. And just so you know, I made sure to check. They don’t serve seafood.” Mirabella then offered her hand to escort the sea-faring duchess into the carriage.

”Shall we?”

Location: Front Gate
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2025 1:32 pm

If Bonnie could roll her eyes any harder, she would have. She would have rolled them so hard, so loud, that Mirabella could hear them roll from across the ******** continent. Unfortunately, it wasn't possible. Which, while lame, might have been for the best. She wasn't in the mood to get into a fist fight at the front gate of their shitty excuse of a school. For now she could settle for just making a harsh scoffing sound as Bella turned around and began to step into the carriage.

A pub. They were going to a pub. Bonnie hadn't had anything to drink in the last two months or so. On the one hand, she could use one. Drown out her woes in her cups like the sailors back home who lamented having to leave their bonny lasses or whatever it was their shanties were always going on about. On the other, it was admitting that she could drink without repercussion.

The realization winded her.

Then Mirabella was back on the ground, offering her hand out to Bonnie. Offering out a lifeline. Wanting to talk. That might have winded her more if she hadn't just been through the last two months from the stormy depths of the deep. She'd even gone so far as to confirm the menu, taking Bonnie's diet into account.

Part of her hated this, hated knowing that this was the closest thing to a genuine friendship she had. That she couldn't talk to her family about this. That Stefano was doing his best to take everything in stride but that it boiled down to her and what she needed. And what she needed was to talk about it. To let loose and let herself remember who she was without shame. And the sunshine b***h was offering her just that. The real question was how wasted did she need to get to loosen her lips and let it all pour out.

There was a glint in her eye as she took Bella's hand and stepped into the carriage. "Fine. We'll do this your way." Thanks to her height, she didn't really need to duck as she stepped into the carriage, settling herself on the back seat that would face the direction they were going. "For now, anyway. Get your a** in here and close the door. It's getting cold."

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Acting as though she took the duchess of light’s words too literally, Mirabella watched her small counterpart take forever to take her hand. It was as though the polyglot had trouble understanding her, which made no sense at all. This is the sort of thing eternal rivals did for one another, after all. If she had any doubts by now that Mirabella would do everything in her power to ensure Bonita’s safety outside of defeating the sea-faring duchess herself, she might need to unclog that head of hers of saltwater. Clearly long term storage did damage.

But eventually she did, which eased Mirabella’s concern somewhat. That there was some glimmer of whimsy in her gaze felt even better. That’s more like it. They were small steps, sure, but that she took any at all meant that the Aloran might be able to coax more out of her over time. At her own pace, of course. "For now, anyway. Get your a** in here and close the door. It's getting cold." That too was music to Mirabella’s ears, though such language would not go without a retort. Normally she would raise a brow and scowl for some time, stalling in defiance until Bonita asked nicely, but the Stilicidian had a point. It was cold as ******** outside. Why the traitors who founded Utopia didn’t think of building somewhere farther south was a crime almost as great as their initial betrayal.

”Fine,” began the duchess as she entered and shut the door behind her in a huff. ”Just don’t get too comfortable with that tone. If getting you back to your senses ends up easier done with my fists, I won’t hesitate to use them.” Sitting opposite Bonita, scarlet eyes twinkled with Mother’s light as crossed her arms once more. She couldn't just show Bonita how relived she was to hear the woman talk s**t, after all. A couple of seconds passed, then she turned her head toward their coach rider. ”This is the part where we depart!” she called out. She’d given them clear instructions just an hour ago; that she was able to find any servants here worthy to be her chosen was clearly quite the miracle granted to her from Mother Sun.

Even worse was that the road to town was decidedly bumpier than the paths that had taken her from Radiant Alore to this forsaken place. But that was to be expected. When someone erects a new nation out of nowhere within a year, there’s bound to be budget cuts one way or another. And as she was a soldier, not an urban planner, it would make sense that Marie would ******** up even the most basic of necessities. Imagining a rallying tour with such relentless rumbling sounded like a complete nightmare.

But Mirabella refused to let her frustrations deter her from her true focus: Bonita. Bonita, on the other hand, would refuse her instead. Mirabella would ask how the Stilicidian’s morning had gone, and there was barely a snarky remark to be heard. What inspired her outfit? Something that barely constituted a sentence. The Aloran would go on to ask about the blonde buffoon that would soon be the father of her rival’s child. After all, she always held the idea that he wasn’t good enough for him. Mirabella vocalized quite definitively that she’d put the man’s head on a pike if he was the reason for Bonita’s sorrow, in part to stir some sort of response, but that barely worked either. And so Mirabella remained mostly silent as well for the rest of the trip. She couldn’t rush things, she reminded herself.

Upon arriving at the pub, Mirabella was pleasantly surprised. While they clearly were not allocated the same funds as the school, the exterior designing was refreshingly modest. Braving the cold first, she exited the carriage so she might escort Bonita inside. Having learned from Phoebe that seating was open, she escorted her rival to a quiet corner table so they could have some modicum of privacy to start. Sitting on a wooden chair, she picked up a glass that had been set out for patrons to examine it. Hm…the craftsmanship is subpar at best, but it’s well maintained. Yes, this will do. Setting down the glass, scarlet eyes refocused on Bonita with renewed concern.

”Podemos falar no seu idioma, se preferir. Não sei o que lhe aflige, mas imagino que seja algo profundo.”

Her Stilicidian wasn’t perfect, with Mirabella’s voice wavering on some words. Just as well, the Aloran was apparent in her every enunciation. It was slight, as she had done quite a fair amount of studying her rival’s language, but she knew her counterpart could do better had their roles been reversed. But she was fluent enough to hold a conversation. ”Diga-me o que você precisa, meu amor.”, continued the duchess of light as she gently brought out a hand to hold again. They were rivals, yes, but they were also sisters in arms. On opposite sides, but intertwined nonetheless. That her Stilicidian knock-off ached caused her ache as well. And as glorious as their fierce battles were, what was of even greater majesty to Mirabella at this point was their bond. Hopefully that showed.

Location: Front Gate
Company: Bonita
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OOC: Pub, “We can speak in your language if you'd prefer. I know not what ails you, but I imagine it to run deep.”, “Tell me what you need, my love.”

Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2025 7:08 pm

The carriage ride was almost painful. Bonnie had recognized that Mirabella was trying to do something here. It had been obvious from the way she choked down a biting remark about the way she'd been told to get in the carriage. The attempts at pitiful small talk. The questions, despite Mirabella's best intentions, stung. They were like a million tiny little bees that were jabbing their stupid little stingers right into the same spot over and over and over. A dark, vicious part of her wanted to lash out. To scream and cry and thrash so hard the carriage tipped over.

It also wasn't Mirabella's fault.

So Bonnie sat there, arms and legs crossed. She wasn't really dignifying the idle questions with an answer. If she could get away with grunting or a single word, she did. If Mirabella was stubborn, so was she and they could easily butt heads for hours. Unfortunately the carriage ride wasn't hours. The carriage ride was actually only a handful of minutes even if it felt like an eternity of being needled and then a second eternity of silence.

When the carriage stopped Bella moved first. Like she was fully aware of Bonnie's near complete unwillingness to be here. How it was cold and sad and poor. Very literally. As she followed the other woman into the establishment all Bonnie could think was how this looked like the last place the Aloran would want to willingly step foot in. It wasn't bad by any means and Bonnie had certainly dined in worse looking establishments when she was on the war path, but it was not a place that nobility usually frequented and you could tell. And the glass? It would be a shock if there had been any kind of salt treatment done to temper it.

But none of that mattered when she realized she was being spoken to in broken Stili. Brown eyes flitted up, meeting red. At the same time emotion welled within her. Which emotion? Hard to say. Frustration, annoyance, and irritation were all top contenders. But so were a touching sadness and appreciation.

For the first time of the night Bonnie's expression softened as she looked at the other woman. The closest thing she had to a friend within the halls of the school when she considered her other options. Nalani was more like a sister. Davy was her ex. And now Stefano was... The idea of finding a word for him felt near impossible.

"Agradeço a oferta, mas... It is unnecessary." She shook her head before looking up. Meeting eyes with a bar maid over Bella's shoulder seemed to summon the woman to their little table in the corner. As the woman asked after their orders, Bonnie cut in as if she didn't trust Bella not to make a aggrandizing fool of herself in a peasant's bar. "A glass of Joh Jos Prüm for my friend and whatever is the strongest drink you have behind the bar for me."

The order left her mouth feeling dry. Like her shoulders were ready to hike up to her ears. Bella knew she was supposed to be with child. It was also known you didn't drink large amounts of alcohol with a pregnancy, just a small glass of brandy or wine to settle morning sickness, but she was asking for something far outside the norm.

And the request. Oh deep ones Bella's request. How could she tell her what she needed when she didn't even know herself? Bonnie had let Bella's hand sit on the table for longer than she probably should have. But her limbs and mind had been focusing on everything but herself. And now that the barmaid was back with a glass of wine for Bella and what appeared to be a hoppy looking beer for Bonnie it was safe to be honest. Or, well, as safe as it could be.

With her heart in her throat, she let her hand settle into Bella's. "I don't know what I need." The words were soft, weak. And admitting them made her feel weaker. Her eyes cast down and to the side as if she could shield herself and her emotions with the action. "Bella, I lost the baby." It didn't seem possible for her voice to get smaller, but somehow it did as she forced those foul words out of her mouth and attempt to blink back tears.

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Mirabella Rousseau was never known for being the most patient of people. Or rather, she was rather selective over who she would allow herself to be patient towards. If it was someone who’d proven themselves to be worthy of her time, she would allow them an amount of it proportional to how she thought of that given person. For most, that wasn’t very long. But for Bonita? That amount was immeasurable.

As such, the duchess only found herself concerned with how long it was taking her rival to say much. Not because she wanted her to get it over with. The duchess would listen to her for hours. Days even. She’d done it before, after all. Although that time was not exactly by choice. Being stuck in a gross as ******** swamp bubble did not make for the best of circumstances. And the stench? It took weeks until she felt truly clean again. Mind you, Mirabella wanted nothing more than to chop the bubblegum b***h into pieces over that. The entire time she was in that translucent green prison and for some time after, she spouted every vile thought that came to her head. And there were a lot of them.

But Bonita? Bonita just laughed it off. For her, the situation was far too amusing. Even in the fires of war, she still found it in herself to be her mischievous self. To dress like she was preparing for a fashion show rather than for battle. Even when she was sad, she’d do her best to hide it. Overcome it. In the horrors of war, Bonita overcame so much.

So what horrors had befell her to get her here now? For that answer, Mirabella would wait an eternity. She was thankful at least that the Stilicidian at least responded to her query on language preference. That her hand remained barely acknowledged was concerning, though. There was that part of the duchess that would’ve gladly went over and shaken the woman until she talked, but it was clear to her that such a strategy would be of no worth here. More than that, though, she wished no ill will upon this woman. For as little information as she knew, it was clear that the sea-faring duchess had experienced far too much already.

But not too much that she couldn’t order drinks for the both of them, not even giving Mirabella a chance to open her mouth. The duchess of light thought to protest, but was too busy trying to process that Bonita had ordered alcoholic beverages for both of them. Scarlet eyes went from the waitress to the duchess of water, narrowing to search her features in scrutinating detail. Had her rival gone insane? Having been expected to bring an heir to her duchy in some way, Mirabella knew well enough that getting the hardest liquor and downing it to her heart’s content was decidedly not the best way to handle what was going on given her pregnancy. Although Riesling does pair well with most winter meals. Raising a brow, the duchess couldn’t help but chime in now.

”Bonita, whatever is going on, this is not what you need right now,” said the duchess sternly. A hand stretched out could still be firm, after all. The younger woman responded faintly, her words barely audible. Just as she spoke, the barmaid returned with their drinks. Seven hells, their service really is quite adequate. For once, Mirabella wished her chosen’s suggestion had been ill-advised. Even worse was the acknowledgement that the sound of glasses softly clanking onto the table was louder than when Bonita had spoken just now. The duchess of light then brought her lips together and swallowed, warily looking at the glass that had been placed for the Stilicidian. Then, she felt the woman’s hand embrace hers. Her grip was faint, and as Mirabella looked back at Bonita, the sea-faring duchess’s gaze was now downcast.

"Bella, I lost the baby."

Eyebrows twitched as scarlet eyes widened. Mirabella’s face immediately contorted into one of shocked horror. ”Y-you—,” was all she could think to get out. Any further attempt at dialogue felt as though it’d simply get lost in the sea of emotions that had been swallowing her rival whole. But actions spoke louder than words, did they not? So by the strength of Mother Sun, Mirabella refused to let her dear friend drown.

Bringing up their hands, she brought her other hand to Bonita’s and clasped both of hers between her rival’s firmly. ”Oh Sun above, Bonita…” The duchess of light would bring her head down to rest against her hands, sending silent prayers to her patron saint for guidance. Strength. And that she might extend such things to Bonita. Bringing her head up, she left a soft kiss on the Stilicidian’s fingers as a tear streamed down from her face. Memories of when her rival first told Mirabella of her pregnancy came to mind. She’d been nervous. Scared. But so very, very joyous. Happy in a way Mirabella had never seen before. That such wonder had been taken from her was a crime greater than anything she’d been before. For once, Marie had been put to shame on the terrible fate scale.

Bella’s eyes met Bonita’s. There was a great sorrow flowing out of them, but it was one meant to be offered in condolence. ”If anything else, my love, know that you do not grieve alone,” continued the duchess in pained tones. Closing her eyes, she brought her head up to let in a labored inhale before letting it out shakily. ”Never alone, alright?” More than her fury, more than her judgment, Mirabella wished to be defined by her devotion in this moment. She wished to pull Bonita from the depths and prayed that she would never have to be thrown into such terrible waters again. That’s when another couple of questions came to mind.

”How long has it been since you’ve known? For your own health, is it really alright for you to be drinking right now? And have you...told anyone else yet?”

In Mirabella’s mind, surely Stefano would support Bonita as best as he could. Sure, he was a moronic oaf of little value in her eyes. But if there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that he was a moronic oaf that cared about her rival with a genuineness she’d rarely seen elsewhere. On the other hand, if there was one thing she knew about Bonita, it was that she spent more time faking sadness than actually showing it. Perhaps that strength she saw in the forever war was part of the mask as well. Mirabella herself was no different, after all. It would make sense. ”I-If that was too much, I apologize. Answer whatever feels right to,” said Mirabella gently. She did not mean to push, especially in such a delicate sorrow. Bonita had a right to go through it at her own pace.

Location: Front Gate
Company: Bonita
Wearing: Outfit
OOC: Pub

Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2026 8:23 pm

When Mirabella was quick to scold her like a naughty school child for her choice in drink there was a part of her that wanted to laugh. It was the dark, miserable part of her that was doing a horrible job of coping with the situation. Which, honestly, none of her was coping with it well. All she had been able to do was put one foot in front of the other and take the world day by day. She couldn't even remember another time when she'd felt so low.

No. That wasn't entirely true. Back in the war it had taken some effort to cope with the knowledge that there were lives she had taken with her own two hands. A lot of lives, if she was being entirely honest. It had been a strange process to numb herself to it. One that she wasn't entirely sure that she could do to numb herself to her current reality.

Though it did help a little that Mirabella's shock was priceless. There was little that made the sun burnt squawker truly speechless. And watching her bring their joined hands up into a prayer that ended with a kiss to her knuckles made the corners of her mouth twitch up. Then almost as quickly then drooped into a little frown as more of her traitorous tears started to well in her eyes. There was a tremble in her now, one that was nearly impossible to deny as she shook her head.

"A couple of weeks?" The answer was as wet as her words were uncertain. Had it been that long? Time had becoming the strangest enigma since that horrible, horrible night. It was either moving so slowly it felt like it was choking her or so quickly it made her dizzy. Everything felt so dull, like the color had drained out of the world and she was left with a sad, sepia toned remnant of what everything should be.

Once again she was shaking her head, this time bringing her free hand up to rub her palm into one of her eyes like it would smudge away the tears threatening to fall. "I don't even know, to be honest. It's all blurred together." Admitting it out loud felt like a hand wrapped around her throat, forcing her breathing to become small, gasping hiccups that hinted at how hard she was trying to keep calm. Then she breathed out a laugh. "I'm not pregnant anymore Bella, I can drink. Though I think the real answer you want is that, yes, the doctors said it was okay."

Only it wasn't okay. She wanted to be bitching about sipping some bubbly juice with no alcohol content while sitting in a pub with the b***h that might as well be her best friend.

The damn broke, hot tears carving trails down her cheeks as she attempted to press her lips together to suppress a sob. Her shoulders shook as she forced her back to stay straight, the sob wracking through her body without her consent. "It was horrible." Bonnie finally managed to force the words out. "One minute I thought I had really bad morning sickness - which the name is a load of bullshit, by the way. I was constantly barfing - then next I was waking up to find my legs covered in blood."

Shaking her head, she tried to push the memory of it down. Force it somewhere else where it couldn't bother her anymore. Like she'd been trying to do ever since it happened. "I don't even remember washing if I'm honest. I..." Her jaw clenched, trying to find the words before she finally frowned and shook her head again. This time it was an attempt to admit that she didn't have a way to describe the unimaginable horror of it all. Hopefully all that time spent trapped in her bubbled meant that Mirabella knew her well enough to pick up the cue.

"I went to him that night and he just held me. I think he's just as sad as I am, but he's trying to be the brave one because he's never seen me this broken. I've never seen me this broken." This time the wet laugh she offered to Bella was wet and self depreciating. "Everything just feels so wrong. Like the world is upside down and I don't know how I fit into it anymore." The hand between Bella's tightened, seeking comfort. Sad brown eyes finally met Bella's red ones. "I feel so dramatic and stupid, I know I'm not the only person that's gone through this but... I wanted my baby."

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As Bonita recounted the tragedy that had befallen her, Mirabella stayed quiet. No words came to mind that felt like they remotely tackled the unimaginable pain her rival had experienced. Just as well, it was not the time for her to speak. It was the time to support someone so very close to her heart, and there were more pertinent ways to do so than with words.

Mirabella’s gaze never strayed from the Stilicidian’s. Even when her dearest adversary, no, her dearest companion, needed to avert her eyes or wipe away tears, the duchess of light remained steadfast. Her feet wrapped around the foot of her chair, shifting it forward as she leaned further in. Her hands remained firmly clutched around Bonita’s. Her forefingers had made their way around the sea-faring duchess’s palm, thumbs firmly rubbing the back of Bonita’s hand.

There was no attempt to hold back her feelings when Bonita began to speak directly of the incident itself. Mirabella simply let her own tears fall. She felt her nose twitch as her brows scrunched into the bridge. With each inhale of her nostrils, she felt her cheeks rise and tremble. She felt pain. The kind of pain that makes one's chest feel as though it were made of lead. The kind of pain that can swallow you whole. The kind of pain that she knew the woman before her was experiencing a million times over.

However, there was one thing that made Mirabella perk up to hear. For once, the blonde oaf Bonita had latched onto had shown his worth. Perhaps I’ve been too harsh in my judgment of him. What an annoying habit that’s starting to become. Feeling Bonita’s grip tighten, the duchess of light reciprocated fiercely. ”Of course you wanted the baby,” said Mirabella, shaking her head at Bonita’s self-deprecation. ”I don’t think I’ve ever seen you want anything more.” Mirabella swallowed.

"And dramatic? Surely you’d be better dressed if that were the case."

A dry laugh half came out, sniffles interrupting it. Mirabella gave Bonita’s hand another squeeze. ”I’ve seen your drama. This isn’t that. Nor is it stupid. You’re mourning, beloved. And you have every right to.” As she spoke, she spotted the bar maid from before coming their way out of the corner of her eye. Briefly bringing one hand away from her rival, she motioned for the maid to come their way. ”Might we have some of your most expensive bread and cheeses? I’d prefer sliced baguettes with Brie de Meaux, of course, but even some Pain de campagne with chèvre would be acceptable.” Expecting a full charcuterie board from a place like this was out of the question, but surely they would at least keep around the bare essentials.

Location: Pub
Company: Bonita
Wearing: Outfit
OOC: Pub

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