Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 18
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Contrary to the form she choose to portray, Ereina was more than mature enough to tell when things were happening. Her mother - a far more forgiving being than she ever expected her to be - had been with her in the library, reading a book to her. She liked her mother's voice, even if she had been introduced to it in screams of pain.
She squirmed a bit, resisting the urge to literally and figuratively melt into the white-clad lap beneath her.
"Should I get a bowl, my dear?" Her mother leaned down, putting aside the book. "You have been in this shape for a bit, have you not? It must be tiring."
Oh, that it certainly was, both physically and mentally. She wondered if her sister had the same problem or if they were different enough that the other Nymph could hold human shape easily. Faraway in her mind, the faint connection between them was still there. She wondered if the other was okay.
In lieu of a proper answer - god, she hoped she could figure out vocal cords at some point - she squirmed more, reaching up with intentionally chubby arms. Once she figured out moving properly, she was definitely choosing a bigger shape. Mother's head was bigger than her entire body, it felt like.
The older Dimitrescu laughed softly, carefully lifting her up to said face, pressing a gentle kiss to the small face. "Such a clingy thing, aren't you?"
Well, sue her, she had expected the taller woman to chuck her in the nearest fire when she managed to leave her body. Of course she got clingy when that didn't happen!
"Let's see about a bowl, shall we?" The older woman could move under her own strength again, though gingerly and slowly and certainly not far. In fact, the few steps between her seat and the wheelchair nearly winded her completely. "Perhaps I should be asking for those in every room as well."
She would have squeaked, had she had the ability. As it was, the closest she got to sound was a vaguely fartlike expulsion of air. It was certainly worth it at her mother's warm laughter. "Oh, I will regret once you can team up with Daniela, won't I?" A shower of kisses landed on her small body, warming her to her core. She gripped the night-black curls, holding her mother close.
How could this woman love her this much, after what she had done? She would ask, one day when she could. Until then, she relished the rumbles of the chuckles of her parent as long fingers reached up in an attempt to free the black hair from her grip.
"Truly clingy, aren't you, my little mushroom?" In the end, of course, the adult won out, leaving one finger in her hand in payment for the freedom of her hair. The other hand turned to the controls of the wheelchair. "Now let's find that bowl, shall we? Before you become a puddle and have me run you over."
Would she even feel that, she wondered? The hum of the motor soothed her as they moved and she struggled even more to not become a shapeless blob. Half-wondering if her mother was trying to make her lose all sense of shape and cohesion, her body rippled when the Elder Dimitrescu started scratching her gently.
She fussed, pressing her tiny hands against the fingers that could probably squeeze her into paste if they so choose.
"Your older sisters always enjoy when I scratch them." The long fingers stilled, resting on her body like a warm, heavy blanket. She did not doubt that her sisters enjoyed it, but she also had no doubts that they did not risk leaving a large mess if they relaxed too much.
"Alcina." She felt her mother's muscles tighten underneath her at the sound of the voice. Turning her head some, she could look just past the armrest down the corridor they had been passing in front off.
"Mother Miranda." Her mother greeted the one who spoke, her hand suddenly feeling much heavier. "What brings you here? With... Karl, as well?"
"Can we talk... somewhere not your hallway?" The black-feathered woman softly asked in counter, which just made her mother tense that much more. She had only recently joined this family, but it was no great feat to note that the relationships were in heavy flux, probably quite literally due to her existence.
"Of course." Alcina Dimitrescu conceded. "After you pass me that bowl, please." She gestured with the hand that had been on the controls to a bowl of fruit on a nearby side-table. Karl obliged, passing the metal container over easily after overturning it so the fruit piled on the crochetted table-cloth.
Ereina took the need of passing her in from her mother, passing into the bowl the moment it was in range.
"My... you were really close to... glooping, weren't you?" There was a tenseness in her mother's face now, which even the playful use of Daniela's description of her state could not take. "Follow me then."
Secure in the bowl, with no discernable eyes, she stretched her senses to the two that followed her mother down the corridors to a more private location, which turned out to be mother's office.
"Well, what can I help you with?" One of her mother's hands rested on the bowl's edge, fingertips brushing her surface.
"I hate having to ask this of you, draga mea, but..." Mother's mother took a seat, hands just peeking out of the feathers. "What happened to you?"
The entire bowl trembled at that question, the metal of it bending under her mother's grip. "Why... why do you...?"
"Alcina." Her uncle spoke up. "There's a good reason to believe that we did not get everyone when... saving you. There is also good reason to believe they are not likely to let you go... We need to know how large the chance is that they will truly come here for you."
Oh... She had not considered that and from the look of things, neither had her mother.
"Don't... I don't..."
"Alcina."