truly alone (open)

[vitoria jocelyn malvolio]

❝ vitoria jocelyn malvolio nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name Her brother was dead. Vitoria had witnessed his heroism - or his foolish sacrifice, she hadn't been able to decide what her opinion was on the matter. He'd allowed himself to be killed in a blaze of glory to keep Piper safe, to ensure that Death was distracted enough to let those left struggling to escape.  He was a goddamn fool, right until the bitter end, and Vitoria loved him endlessly for it. Ruko had come to her shortly after she'd managed to convince Damari to take the kids and flee. She wasn't sure where they were - occasionally she received his Patronus, letting her know that they were all safe. That was the most that she could ask for - it was better that she wasn't near them, anyway, for fear of what her enemies might do. The dragon had taken Damien's death just as hard as his lover, it seemed - just as hard as Vitoria had, though she was keeping a stony composure in the face of everything. The first few nights, the poor thing hadn't slept, crying out in the night for the other half of her soul. Damien and Ruko had been bonded in a way that Vitoria had never understood... but, she felt it through the dragon's cries, could almost drown in the sorrow that she felt. She didn't know dragons were capable of that - feeling emotions that seemed almost human. The little thing hadn't left her side, not really. She trotted along at her heels, or hitched a ride on her shoulders. The only time Ruko had parted from her was to see Piper on occasion... though, with the miscarriage, Piper had taken to keeping most everyone away from her - the little dragon included. Vitoria was seated in the safehouse, the dragon curled in her lap. She'd gone out scouting that day and had only just returned, taking the time to warm herself by the fire in the large sitting room that served as the center of the house. It was an old building, a former farmhouse, though it was almost too elegant in its design for what it had used to be. It made Vitoria miss home. (tagged)⏤ <3 (WORD COUNT)⏤ 361 words (notes)⏤ <3

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