Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 48
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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When she became aware of matters again, she was in her bathtub, warm water surrounding her. A small hand was gently washing her, soft cloth moving over her arm as another hand held it aloft. The send of lavender filled the room, clouds of bubbles caressing those parts of her body above the waterlevel.
Soft humming surrounded her and Alcina briefly felt the desire to slip back into sleep again, hiding that she even had been awake.
Leaving her eyes closed, she felt her arm be lowered into the water. The two small hands reached for her neck, carefully rearranging her head so it would not slip before their owner softly left the room. A waft of cooler air briefly entered when the door opened and closed.
Opening golden eyes a sliver, she confirmed that she was indeed in her bathroom, her ruined dress piled into a corner.
How had she ended up here? The last thing she recalled was sobbing against Mother Miranda's shoulder and now she was practically on the other side of the building?
The door to the room opened, a large amber form bending to fit inside. The eldest of her Nymphs ducked into the room before heading over to her and carefully moving to scoop her out of the bathtub. Letting her eyes slide closed again, she entrusted herself to the tall form as it moved from the bathroom.
A faint pain started in her stomach again, the Nymph continuing its' feeding on her.
"Third can't keep stop." Frederika stated softly as the amber form of Alcina lowered the real Alcina onto a towel on her bed.
"I suppose it can't be helped." Mother Miranda's faint whisper was barely audible, another towel starting to dry her off. "Help me get her in a nightdress before you leave."
"Yes." The plastic-like hands of her shape manipulated her body carefully, the smooth silk of her nightgown sliding over her smoothly.
"Thank you." The Priestess' hand gently lifted her head, combing her black hair with her claw-less fingers.
"Will tell Sisters." The Nymph softly stated and despite not hearing any footsteps, she was certain it was moving away.
"Yes, please." The door closed in answer, the bed dipping when someone else climbed on top as well.
The Dimitrescu matriarch nearly flinched when feeling herself be tugged to one side, her pillow becoming her mother's stomach. Slender fingers gentle carded through her hair, massaging her scalp.
The humming returned, two wings caressing her upper body.
Hai Luluțu, dormi un picu
Dragul mamei, puiuț micu
Oare când oi fii voinicu
Să n-am grijă, de nimicu
Haida nani nani
Puișorul mamii
Domi in leganuț
Puișor draguț
Luna și cu stealli
Să-ți păzească viselii
Să-ți mângâie genialii
Genialii sprâncenele
Haida și iar dormi
Până-n zori de zi
Să crești voinicel
Puiuț mutuel
Haida Lulu
Dormi in pace
Mămuca ție ți-a face
Așternut' pe pământul'
Să dormi ferit die vântu'
Liuliu și-ai dormi
Până-n zori de zi
Nu-i pe lume nu-i
Ca al mamii pui
Liuliu și-ai dormi
Până-n zori de zi
Nu-i pe lume nu-i
Ca al mamii pui
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When she woke after that, she was at the bottom of a cuddlepile, again... She felt the soft hum of her three eldest and the plastic- and mold-like feeling of her two Nymphs. Not opening her eyes, she snuggled deeper into her bed.
"Good morning, fiica mea." Mother Miranda's voice was a bare whisper. "There's blood, if you need it."
"Yes." She did not want to see the other woman, didn't want to see the judgement for her breakdown in her mother's eyes.
"Here." The Priestess lifted her head just enough that she could sip carefully from the offered goblet. "I hope you don't mind the pile, but after Frederika told them you'd be indisposed for a while, they all rushed to your side." The voice remained soft, gentle fingers settling her head back onto the pillows.
"'s alright..." Her murmur nearly disappeared in the pillow below her, claws nearly tightening until she realized both of her hands were being clung to by her daughters.
Soft lips landed on her temple, fingers barely touching her. "Rest more, if you need it, draga mea."
"Will... will you stay...?" She tensed even as she spoke the words, hearing one of her daughters murmur something and burrow against her harder.
"Of course, my child. For as long as you need me."