Prompt: Doghouse
It was only for show.
Each and every time Blackbird had wanted tea, Veloce would direct the assassin to another shelf, a shelf with all their silverware for their setup.
The curiosity provoked her to no end and one day, Blackbird had asked directly why Veloce would never use the old tea set on the top shelf.
"It's cracked." Came the flat answer.
Blackbird raised an eyebrow to this but pressed no further when Veloce's eyes clouded ever so slightly.
One day, Blackbird was clumsy. The assassin would swore that she was an off day but Veloce refused to listen; Blackbird slowly edged backwards until she felt the wall against her back.
Veloce's back was to her, the emerald orbs focused on the floor where the shattered remains of the frail priceless antique decorated the tiles of the floor.
"..."
Blackbird had wished Veloce would lash out; or have some sort of response.
The only sounds that escaped the mage was her shallow breathing.
Blackbird frowned, It was an accident. She wanted to say, but the moment she opened her mouth, Veloce held one hand on her forehead and the other to Blackbird's mouth, effectively shutting her up.
"I don't want to hear your nonsense." Her voice was cold and harsh as she knelt down to pick up the broken porcelain shards. Blackbird winced as the sorceress released her, the tone of Veloce's voice was the same when the mage encountered the King of Kronzel.
Blackbird didn't speak again. It wasn't like she could say anything to make up for the broken pieces of what was once an antique tea set. Leaving the scene would appear to be too cruel, too unsympathetic.
The thin cracked tea set that survived the flames of Meron.
... and once belonged to Auresque Visrin.
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