Happy Friday! How about 'You've got to do better than that if you want to fool me' for whoever you think fits/feel like writing.
I’ve been really feeling my new Rook, Vittoria, especially her dynamic with Viago, who is her half-brother in my canon. So here’s some pre-Veilguard stuff!
For @dadrunkwriting
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Audience: General | Pairing: Viago de Riva & Vittoria de Riva | WC: ~350 | CW: none
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She’s almost convinced she’d gotten away with it successfully when Viago steps out from the shadows.
“You’ve got to do better than that if you want to fool me.” He leans against the doorway, arms crossed. “Where were you even going? It’s the middle of the night.”
“Oh, Viago.” She draws out the first word, purposely making her speech casual. “I thought you were still in Treviso.” With Andarateia. Vittoria swallows the strange feeling that comes with that thought. Why should she care if her brother is growing close to the Seventh Talon?
“I am not. You still have not answered my question.”
“Maybe I was sneaking away to meet someone.”
“You have no open contracts.”
Vittoria blinks, once, pushing away the sting of his words. This isn’t how she imagined their first conversation in two weeks would go. She lets her mock apologetic-ness seep into her tone, stretching her next words as she speaks.
“Discúlpa, I thought I was speaking with my brother, not my Talon.”
Viago’s gaze is piercing, but Vittoria doesn’t back down. She switches to her most professional tone, straightening her posture. Two can play this game. “Your business in Treviso went well then, Señor de Riva?”
“I don’t believe my business is any of yours, pobrecita.”
The ice in his voice could freeze the sea itself. Any other Crow would know to back down, but Vittoria isn’t any other Crow. He may have struck true with the use of her fledgling ‘nickname’, but he left himself vulnerable in order to do it. Perhaps he thought she wouldn’t dare go that far? He should know better. Vittoria de Riva doesn’t back down from a challenge.
“A thousand apologies, su majestad.” Venom drips from her words. Taking a step forward, she drops into a mock curtsy, fluffing her cape out on either side in place of a skirt. “I will leave immediately, as to make no further mistakes.” Her smile burns on her face, adrenaline rushing through her as she takes advantage of the millisecond Viago is stunned by her words - sidestepping him to get through the doorway, then ducking and rolling to avoid his initial reaction, using her momentum to dash ahead, out of the house and into the shadows of Salle’s streets.
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Antivan (Spanish) used: Discúlpa: Excuse me/I’m sorry, Pobrecita: poor little thing, su majestad: your majesty/‘My’ King