#((she's not at lonely puppeteer (spring remix) level yet ok))

[encursed]

at the snap of a string

w/ @amitieos​

      IT'S A SECLUDED ENOUGH CORNER THAT VERONICA thinks she's safe. Though crimson eyes flit from one side to the other, scanning the area for anyone who could possibly see her. She wouldn't want any witnesses here, after all. And passing glances can’t be trusted.

      Once she's finally certain that she's alone, she relaxes, and sets the violin she brought with her upon her shoulder. Veronica can play the instrument, but to say she knew how to make music was… being generous. Still, she's learned the importance of being a cultured leader. Relearning the violin would bring her closer to the artists of her homeland. Each callous on her finger was a connection to them; a witness to their work. As it stands, however, her playing is… atrocious. It's almost a blessing that she’s alone.

      But things are never that simple, are they? No. Fate likes her fun. Which is why when Veronica swirls on the balls of her feet, her skirt swirling as her bow sweeps downwards, her eyes are met not with the blur of her surroundings, but with that of a familiar Crimean princess'. Because things are never simple; because she always ought to be mocked!

      "You—!" 

      The imperial princess bites back a curse as the lowermost string of her violin snaps beneath the tension of her pinky. She lifts her head to the sky, as though to curse the gods for this moment, and groans. "Wonderful. This is simply wonderful."

      Her face aligns with Elincia’s, red and blossoming with frustrated humiliation. Veronica lowers her violin. So potent is her annoyance that she can't find the grace to stop her sarcastic snarl. "NO, PLEASE. CONTINUE TO BOTHER ME! BE ENTERTAINED BY MY SUFFERING!"