gertrudezhang:
WHERE: THE LIBRARY OF VERONA WHEN: MARCH 21ST 2019 WHO: @phanpandora
She is fine. The two dark-coloured crescent moons beneath her gaze had been concealed with a healthy amount of make-up, and would remain so until healed. All that was left to consider were those underneath her command who had suffered after what had happened at Hotel Emelia, having been working her way through her list of soldati - knowing them well enough to tailor her approach to each person. Pandora, someone who had needed little interaction from her to date, a strong woman who was appreciated for a number of reasons but, in particular, for her ability to do the job at hand with little question. Genevieve had taken particular interest in her following the announcement of her engagement to Roman Montague.
The battlefield did not facilitate communication, operating with a one way system, a waterfall, that started from the top and trickled down throughout the forces. As a captain, there were not many people that Genevieve had to be concerned about beyond her own soldiers. “I presume your nuptials have been postponed in light of recent events,” she ponders out loud, wondering whether the decision would have come from Roman or Damiano, her calm demeanour allowing the opportunity for correction if necessary. “It’s been rather grim lately, hasn’t it?” she whispers, quiet. It takes a moment before she can meet the gaze of the other, offering a small smile - the expression, too, a soldier that takes its post on her features without question. “It would be nice for people to have something to look forward to.”
Genevieve was everything Pandora strived to be; strong, independent, powerful. They were all things that laid just outside of her reach but looking at Genevieve made Pandora think that maybe one day she would hold them in her hands as well. She watched from the sidelines as the older woman made waves within the Montague family - and it was stunning. How one person could command such presence was similar to watching a pianist perform a concerto. To Pandora, it was simply beautiful to see. She was willing to do what it took to get what she deserved.
And Pandora would happily be her student if it meant Genevieve would teach her everything.
Despite covering the stitches with her hair, it was obvious she had yet to heal. Half of her face was bruised and despite the obscene amount of concealer she applied, it still peaked through. For now, she would have to pretend it wasn’t even there. “What you do suggest, signora?” Pandora wasn’t sure what Genevieve had in mind- in fact, the only things that were coming to mind included hiding away in her office and planning some sort of attack.
















