Happy Pride, time to invest in yuri stocks once more! Did some finnaggling with the first image (earrings, doing Vina's tattoos in a way I like better) and then remembered I had several other girl type images to sketch over.
I also love drawing characters consistently off-model so I'm figuring out how I want to draw her. Real dorito-shaped-ass-bitch. Anyways when Earndil said the bit about her licking her glaive thank god I was alone while listening at work because I fucking YELLED.
If I post unfinished Rotgrind fanfic from last year do you all promise to be nice to me about the fact it cuts out before it gets juicy? Or you can throw bricks at me until I actually get it together and finish a damn fic for once. Whichever you please. I like to think I'll actually continue this at some point.
Summary: Set at the end of Season 2, Vina and Victrix share a drink and spend the night together before their time together in the Solitude ends.
Rating: Mature. For now.
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“Veni, Vidi, Vici - I Came, I Saw, I Conquered."
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Zabulzazp’s had many things Vina was missing, after long weeks trudging through the swamps of the Solitude. An actual floor instead of sucking mud, for one. A roof overhead to keep the rain off. Alcohol. It wasn’t good alcohol, necessarily- but she managed to find rum, even if it went down thick as molasses and pungent as raw mash. She didn’t even have to drink alone- Victrix had plopped down in the seat across from her before long, after taking care of some small business, and was chuckling when Vina pulled a face after a drink.
“That bad, huh?” The mercenary gestured with her own empty glass to the bottle upon the table.
“It’s…it’s fine.” Her voice came out with a croak. “Ugh.”
“Yeah. Nobody out here drinks for fun. C’mon, share-” Victrix tilted her glass, and Vina obligingly poured, trying not to think about how syrupy-viscous it poured from the bottle. “This swamp shit will get you fucked up, tho, and that’s what matters.”
“Uh-huh.” Vina helped herself to another mouthful and grimaced, keenly aware that it was sticking to her teeth, while Victrix tugged the wrappings over her mouth down and drank deep like it was nothing.
“So, where’s the rest of you chucklefucks? I figured you’d all be sharing a drink together. You know, do a victory lap. Last night in the Solitude proper or some shit before you trudge back to that precariously stacked shithole of a bastard city.” A pause. “Is the bird boy even old enough to drink?”
“He’s, well- he’s old enough. I think. Certainly old enough to…you know...”
“Old enough to have a fucked up…egg?”
“Yeah. They got a room and wanted to stay with the egg.” It was weird. It was weird even by the standards of everything Vina had seen so far. And it didn’t help that being called Vina again after so long still felt…well, it didn’t feel wrong. Which honestly made the way it knotted up in her chest all the worse. Better to not think about that. Hence: the alcohol. Between the taste and texture and the brewing tipsiness, it was getting much, much easier to stop thinking about names like Vaali and Vina and what they meant. “So, how about you?”
“Mm?”
“Yeah. You’re not coming back to Outset with us, you made that clear.”
“I did call it a precariously stacked shithole of a bastard city.”
“Ri-ight. So what are you doing? Just…bumming around until the next job comes around?”
Victrix seemed to muse over that for a moment, emptying her glass and slamming it down with a too-loud kthunk that drew a few eyes before the glances all turned away fearfully, and she sighed loud and deep. “Probably. Ain’t thought that far ahead. Some idiot’s always gonna need someone good with a blade who knows her way around. Once you leave, the next losers will come ‘round…but like I said. I don’t like to plan that far ahead. I got plans for tonight, anyways.” She shifted forwards, leaning her elbow on the table. The single candle made her monocle gleam eerily, and Vina leaned in, in turn, sensing something conspiratorial.
“Do tell?” Surely, Vina thought, Victrix led a life of strange freedom. She’d seen her throwing people around like ragdolls, pitching fits and barking insults. Part of her anticipated some kind of fight- it seemed like the kind of thing the mercenary would turn to for fun, carefully watching Victrix’s gaze as it swept across the room- and back to Vina, who had just begun to take another sip.
“Yeah. I’m planning to take you up to my room and see if your pussy’s blue on the inside just like the rest of you.”
Vina choked and sputtered.
Victrix cackled.
“Uh!?”
“C’mon. Gorgeous girl like you? Sky pirate and all that shit? You can’t tell me you don’t fuck.” Victrix stood, hands on her hips, and cocked her head to the side. Her mouth was still exposed- chapped lips, interrupted by an old scar, and a wide, hungry grin. “I’ve been waiting all week.”
“I’m just. Surprised?”
“Well. Word of advice. Don’t fuck on the road- not in the Solitude.” Victrix shrugged, as if this were something well-known and plainly stated. “Best case, you’ll get ticks in weird places. Worst case-”
“I don’t think I want to know the worst case.”
“-you’ll get swamp cooch. And that shit takes ages to clear up.”
Vina stared at her, stunned. Stunned and flustered.
Victrix snickered, and turned- her peg leg scraping deliberately too-loudly against the floor as she headed for the stairs, pausing only once she was a few steps away to turn over her shoulder and bark. “Hurry up, blue! Let's go put your footprints on the ceiling.” Vina found that she couldn't follow fast enough- she simply gathered up her bottle and scurried after the tall woman and tried not to think about the fact that her face was burning and that the eyes of other mercenaries and traders flicked their way, before going back to minding their own business. Maybe this was something they were used to. Vic certainly had a way with words (a vulgar, crass, and often cruel way with words) but it got the job done.
They scarcely made it through the door before Victrix kicked it shut and fell on Vina with such hungry fervor that she struggled to respond.
Vina thought, feeling more than a little tipsy, though she could scarcely blame the rum; It had been a while, hadn’t it? A long while, she was realizing, since the last time she’d had someone against her like this- long before coming to outset. She found herself backed up against the wall with Victrix’s exposed mouth against her throat, strong hands squeezing her hips, letting out a shaky sigh. There really was something to be said for Victrix's raw, direct desire that any thoughts Vina had about trying to play it cool and be seductive were steamrolled away. Vic groped and grabbed and hauled Vina’s coat off her shoulders between bouts of sucking at her neck, growling when she did so.
“Gods fuck- you’re pretty. Pretty like a clear sky.” She mumbled against Vina’s skin, drawing her tongue across the exposed collarbone. “Those tattoos go all the way down?”
Vina giggled, squirming, feeling heady and buzzed better than any drink could get her. Light as a cloud, free as an airship. “I think- oh! I think you’re about to find out, yo-ourself!”
“Hah! What can I say?” With a firm tug, Victrix pulled Vina in close- and spun her around, pressing against her back and reaching around and sliding her hands along Vina's stomach, up her body, cupping her breasts before squeezing them so hard Vina squealed. “I’m a go-getter.”
