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[greatlightother]

[Friends Filter- minus Angelica. Honestly, if you think you're here, you are. If you're not sure, ask.]

I need a distr- change. Just something small. Something that maybe no one but me will ever notice, even. I'm going to paint my room and, I suppose I could just ask the Admiral to do it for me, but no. I want to do this without his interference.

I'd like it if anyone would be willing to help, though!

[Infirmary Filter]

Does anyone have any experience with pseudocyesis? [She is just stubbornly hoping she's right.]

[Private to Petronilla]

I need your help tomorrow morning. It won't take long, I promise.

[Spam for Angelica]

[Sveta had been worried for Angelica. But, unfortunately, by the time she was able to get to what Iago had said, it had already been taken down and Sveta could do nothing more than hope the aftermath wasn't as ugly as she anticipated.

...it seemed that hope had been completely dashed. So, as soon as she had a spare moment, she rushed off to find her friend, knocking at the door rather apprehensively.] Angelica. It's Sveta...

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I just need to move a few things and I can't do it alone.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

You're asking me to do manual labour.

Manual labour. In my condition.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Moving candles and lamps is hardly manual labor.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

Oh, well that makes it better then. Asking me to clean up after you is hardly an insult.

No, no, it's perfectly fine. I'm wearing a peasant's gown, might as well act like one.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

You're working with me, not for me. I'm not just going to be sitting around, Petronilla. I said I needed your help.

At least try and make it tolerable.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[Bitchy siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.]

What are we going to do?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Exactly what I told you.

If you come without further complaint, I'll give you two of your dresses back.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[.................................................sold.]

All right. I will help.

Spam!

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[Early the next morning, Sveta, dressed for the day in clothes fit for work, had her door wide open while she waited for Petronilla. She had moved a few of the heavier things herself, as she was really only painting three walls. She had saved the smaller things for her inmate, since she was in such a "delicate" condition.

Sveta snorted to herself as she thought about the situation she was in.]

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[Petronilla hated that she had to drag herself out of bed for this. She hated that she had to cover her hair with a greying, dirtied wimple. She hated that she had to wear a peasant's kirtle and 'assist' her warden in some meaningless work.

She hated it all.

She was up even earlier than she needed to be, being sick for a good hour or two before she was finally ready to leave her cabin. She wasn't going to mention it to Svetlana. It wasn't worth it.]

I am here.

[Petronilla was poking her head through the door, looking pale and definitely not best pleased.]

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[Sveta gave her a pleasant smile as she was pulling her hair back, away from her face.]

You're here. And...are you alright? [She was genuinely worried about her health at the moment anyway. It...wasn't good. Nothing about this situation was, truthfully, but Sveta was still her warden. And, deep down, she really did care.

Sort of.]

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[Petronilla merely rolled her eyes and stepped into the cabin. It didn't matter that her warden was showing concern about her delicate state, she still didn't want her pity or attention.

She did, however, want those gowns back, and so refrained from saying all the nasty things that suddenly popped into her mind.]

Ill, of course. I was sick all morning. Now, what can I do?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[Oh. It had to do with that. And now Sveta didn't care. She just shrugged. At least she had managed to lock away anything personal or incriminating in her safe before she arrived.] There are things on the desk that can just be put on the bed. And under the bed are a few boxes. If you can get one, we can use it to put the papers and such inside. [Of course, there was something else under the bed, but Sveta had conveniently forgotten that much.]

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[Petronilla noticed that there were a lot of lamps and candles in her warden's room. She wasn't surprised, of course, as she had been told her warden was afraid of the dark, but this? Oh, it took all of her self-restraint not to laugh.]

Yes, yes, I'll start moving things off of your desk.

[There was no way that Petronilla was going to go crawling on her hands and knees to search for a box underneath the bed, but she wasn't going to protest. Not yet. She really wanted her gowns back.]

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[Sveta nodded and returned to moving her chairs and such across the floor. Luckily, the stand the television was on had wheels, so she only had to unplug it. And, of course, get the wires tangled up.]

Just be careful with the lamps, please. They're not mine.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[Petronilla had to clamp down on her own tongue to keep from saying anything about the lamps. Her warden was afraid of the dark. Like a child. She was afraid of the dark....

She managed to nod her head and keep working though. The gowns, the gowns, she wanted those damn gowns.]

Where did you get them?

[See? She could be perfectly civil.]

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I borrowed them from someone. [Not a friend. Not anyone. Just...someone. She was going to be smart about this. She couldn't reveal too much about herself and who she was around.

Since Petronilla hadn't yet gotten the boxes and Sveta wanted to keep all the stuff in something, she finished moving the chair and pulled out the boxes, making sure to pull out Boris the alligator, as well. He was heavy, but she had more boxes behind him.]

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[Petronilla walked back and forth from the desk to the bed, "gently" placing Svetlana's things on to the top of her bed. She glanced down at her warden and walked away again, smiling in disdain, only to turn around again to see this large...dragon in her arms.

She gasped. Loudly.]

What is that?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[Sveta adjusted the dusty bows attached to Boris and placed him to the side. She might have given him a loving hug before she did so. Just for Hix.]

It's Boris.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[Boris. She had never heard of a boris. It looked ferocious. A little in awe at the creature, at how still it was (stuffed? possibly...), how fond of it her warden seemed of it, Petronilla slowly approached the creature to have a better look.]

A boris. Where did you get it?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

No. Not a boris. His name is Boris. It's called an alligator. [She leaned back against the bed, allowing Petronilla near.] He's a...friend, I suppose. Or was.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

Alligator. [Not a boris. A pity - she liked the name 'boris' better.]

Was it once alive? Did you kill it? Did you tame it?

[Now Petronilla wanted to know. Did her warden kill this alligator? She seemed oddly fond of it, perhaps she once kept it as a pet.]

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

He was once alive, yes. He belonged to a wizard-I don't know what term he used- friend of mine once and, while he was here, I found him in his room and saved him.

So now he stays with me, since the man left. [She knelt down and pulled out a some of the boxes she had.]

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[Magic! Petronilla knew it - she had felt it in her bones.

Smiling to herself, she crouched down low to inspect the stuffed creature more closely.]

Is the creature magical, or was it just the man?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[Sveta looked up to her.] Oh. Boris hasn't really shown much magical potential. So it was just the man. [She hesitated a moment, not looking at her inmate as she spoke again, instead opting to open one of the boxes. She had been keeping her magic a secret for a while, after all.]

He taught me a lot.