Veriti x Ice Queen for pumpkinspicedjinnitreats!
Veriti knows why she comes back time after time. It is not because she enjoys it, or because she loves her. It is because her touch reminds the Ayuthayan princess of his touch. It is cold, hers literally his figuratively, it has a mastery of powers she could never hope to understand. Behind the cold, the mask, there is a longing though. The very same as his. A longing to be admired, revered, yet they wish to be loved all the same, like any man or woman.
The first time had been sheer chance. A monk stumbled into Ayuthay's halls. He was clearly worn out, seeming older than should be natural, but it was as though something had drained his strength. As she and others cared for the monk, Veriti discovered the small jewel in his possession. It seemed to call to her, begging her to hold it close and let it be free of the monk.
She had taken it, and that night had released whatever was in it. From that night on, she could not resist. It was just so like he had been.
The Ice Queen's freezing blue hands touch her again, caressing her in the same way he had so long ago. She sees him whenever they're together. His piercing blue eye, his handsome face hidden behind a mask, his pale skin, the long, luxurious aqua hair that spilled over the two of them as they lay together, his lips so often curved in a smirk. The Ice Queen is much the same, but so much more commanding.
She holds her, brings her close, and uses her. Veriti is but a toy for her pleasure, and they both know it. Yet, Veriti cannot stay away. She loves the familiarity, to feel the touch again, even if it's not his. It's so similar, and it reminds her of that amazing night. She misses him, she misses him so much.
The Ice Queen tells her that the longing for the man was foolish. That men were greedy, to prideful for their own good, made to be hated, scorned, made to serve women, made to serve her. Veriti did not agree. No one was made to be served, and if anyone was greedy or prideful it was the blue-skinned queen. She never voiced these objections. To her everyone was equal. And she loved the man. She had gifted her young Amiti, her precious child.
A part of her hated herself for seeking out this familiarity so often, but she just can't help it.
She misses him.
She knows he will never return. That he was gone forever, that he would never know he had a son. Somehow though, the Ice Queen's touch let's her believe that he will. That he will come back to her.
She never even knew his name.
Have to say this was a tad difficult to do, seeing as I'm not too familiar with DD, and Veriti isn't even a character as such.
Anyway, I gave it a go, and I hope you like it!