Sophie Valentine

Clan Tzimisce

Name: Sophie Valentine. Her original Mortal name was Lady Sophie De Valois. She chose the name Valentine for herself because she loves the holiday and romance so much.
Age: 200+ (Embraced in 1820, 19-20 at mortal death)
Birth date: October 22nd,1801 (Libra)
Place of birth: Reims,France
Generation: 8th
Feeding Type: Local Haunt
Sex/Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Ethnicity: French
Playlist: Sophie Spotify
Pinterest Inspo Board VTM Sophie
Occupation: Living Doll and Diva at Cirque du Zarnovich.
Socioeconomic status: Sophie is the childe of the Elder Zarnovich-a noble in her mortal life as well,she does not lack for almost anything her heart desires.
Education: As a mortal,Sophie learned all the things a noblewoman should-reading,writing,piano,embroidery,etc. After becoming kindred,she became an avid scholar of the occult and enjoys studying art and literature.
Personality: Sophie is a performer at heart. She loves being in the spotlight and giving it her all. She wants to leave her audience in awe. Her happy smile is brilliant and sure to leave an imprint in your heart.
She can be a bit reserved and even shy with new people until she has a feel for them. Once she is comfortable with someone to the point of considering them a friend however, she is quite affectionate. Sophie can be a bit mischievous and will often gently tease her partner and friends.
As for the more negative aspects of her personality, Sophie has an intense streak of jealousy and possessiveness. She can easily become upset or offended, and tends to pout. If you have upset or hurt her, she will stonewall you, and possibly physically run away if you approach. It will be an uphill battle to earn her trust again. Her anger is quiet but intense, and will often unleash in a most violent manner after bubbling silently under the surface for a long while.

Eye color: Lavender
Skin color: Porcelain
Hair color: Mushroom Blonde. She often wears a braid on the left side.
Height: 5’0
Weight: 120
Body type: Slender-Sophie has fleshcrafted herself over the years to be more doll like-she has very long limbs and appears quite delicate. She has a small bust size and will forever be a member of the itty-bitty-titty-committee.
Fitness level: Sophie is quite fit. This is more apparent when she transforms into her horrid form.
Scars/Birthmarks: None-After Sophie became a kindred and learned fleshcrafting,she quickly became obsessed with mastering it. While Sophie has fleshcrafted much of her own body to become more doll-like in many ways, the most important thing to her was to fleshcraft away the scars on her back and legs from the years of abuse she suffered as a mortal
Fashion style: Sophie is usually dressed elaborately in the finest dresses and clothes. You will often see her adorned in lace and jewels,with ribbons or decor weaved into her hair. Her closet is ever growing and she has a penchant for beautiful lingerie as well. She absolutely loves to dress up and her closet is always growing.
Pets: Sophie is rarely seen without her Lion Szlachta Radu. When going outside of the carnival,she will split Radu into two large dobermans.
Cleanliness/Grooming: Sophie takes great care in her appearance. She is a noble through and through,and the star of the carnival. Even when disheveled after a battle,she exudes an aura of pride and elegance.
Posture/Gait: Sophie has a strong and elegant gait, like a runway model (despite her short stature) and stands tall in her posture.
Weaknesses: Sophie is a romantic at heart,and is quite soft when it comes to her loved ones,which can also prove to be an easy weakness.
Personality type: Advocate-(INFJ-T)
Personality traits: Sophie is reserved, and thoughtful, but confident in herself. She can be a bit mischievous.
Temperament: Sophie tends to simmer in her anger, but she will snap if you do not treat her properly or show respect to those she cares about.
Introvert/Extrovert: Extrovert
Intelligence: Sophie is very intelligent and has flourished in her life as a kindred. In game, she is both a lore master and has the total recall skill.
Self-esteem: Although Sophie struggled in her mortal life due to the abuse by her family, she has gained a great deal of self-esteem as a kindred-she is of old blood,is beautiful,is talented…she has truly grown into her role and personality.
Hobbies/skills/talents:__** Fashion, Sewing, Singing, Dancing, & writing music.
Loves: Her Schlakta,Radu and the rest of her Carnival family, her partner Virgil, and beautiful clothes/jewelry.
Languages known: English,French,Romanian
Preferred communication methods: Letter (ever the romantic)
Accent: A very slight French-European Accent
Laughter: Light, airy
Smile: Sophie is a master at giving a very slight, beautiful ,camera worthy smile, but her actual smile fills her entire face with joy and is much wider.
Use of gestures: She is a performer through and through-her gestures and movement reflect that.
Physical abilities: Sophie doesn't seem to be very physically talented at first glance. Should you have the misfortune of meeting her horrid form however, that procces to be a misconception. Her lion legs are extremely strong and she moves in a blur of speed before kicking with immense force. The bone like tail acts like a whip, and the barbed end stabs without mercy, along with her sharp claws. Both in and out of horrid form, Sophie has a bone whip that she wields with ferocity and skill.
Magical abilities: Sophie has some skill in Blood sorcery and is well schooled in the occult arts. She has been blessed by a 6th sense since she was a mortal, and often experiences visions of foresight.

Virgil Fortuna

Ia-ți lama și mori
“Take up thy blade and die.”
Virgil is a Ventrue and Camarilla emissary from Rome and Sophie’s lover and partner in her canon timeline. They also have a College AU, numerous Fantasy timelines, a Macross Inspired AU...the list goes on and on.They have a Princess (derogatory) to Princess (Affectionate) romance in their VtM timeline.
The pair has full on fantasy romance/bridgerton/fairy tale vibes. Virgil is Sophie’s Knight in Shining Armor and they are completely devoted to each other. It’s love at first sight in almost all timelines.Name: Virgil Fortuna
Clan Ventrue
Age:200+ (Embraced in 1791, 26-27 at mortal death)
Generation:8th
Feeding Type: Pay for Blood
Sex/Gender:Cis Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Ethnicity:Romanian/Italian
Occupation: Vatican Emissary and high ranking Camarilla member. Takes up residence in Rome, and is perhaps involved with some darker parts of kindred society.
Socioeconomic status: Virgil was of noble birth in his mortal life, and maintains his wealth and status in his kindred existence as well.
Education:Virgil is extremely well educated,both from his mortal life and in the years of study he has engaged in after.
Pinterest Inspo Board VTM Virgil
Playlist: VirgilVTM Skills
Politics/Religion/Etiquette/Insight/Academics/Persuasion/Occult/Melee (Rapier)
Advantages: Untouchable,Prestigious Sire
Flaws: Knowledge Hungry
Dominate: Compel,Mesmerize,The Forgetful Mind,Implant Suggestion
Presence: Awe,Subtle Messages,Twist Words
Celerity: Rapid Reflexes,Fleetness,Combat Tempest
Fortitude: Unswayable Mind,Mental Vault
Blood Sorcery:
Personality: Virgil is cold, cunning, and calculating. He can be quite sarcastic and harsh- but is gentle, protective, and caring towards those he cares for, particularly Sophie.
-The third son of a noble house, Virgil knew he had to find his own path at a very young age. He was extremely intelligent, and talented with a sword. His Father's grumbling wishes that he had been born first did him no good however.
-He had no wish to enter into a loveless marriage and bear children with a woman he could hardly stand. He also didn’t plan to die pointlessly on the battlefield. Instead he pursued higher education and power within the wings of the church. He was devout...enough.
-His constant thirst for knowledge and knack for noticing strange things led him down into the catacombs, only to find that he had been lured there by his future sire.
-Desperate to prove himself, to have a taste of the strength and power he felt he deserved, he spent a very short time as a ghoul before he willingly became Kindred.
-He is a perfectionist, and a workaholic. While he is confident in his sharp tongue and wit, and has used his good looks for evil many times, he is normally quite stoic and doesn't tend to interact in social settings without a good reason. Why would he talk with you when there is a perfectly good unread grimoire sitting on his desk?
-Virgil is a stubborn bastard. He will do everything in his power to ensure the outcome he desires. He is a master strategist and will use every tool at his disposal to secure victory. As such, he always enjoyed puzzles and games like Chess.
-He operates as a commander and tactician for his unit, but can easily hold his place on the battlefield.
-Although he has enjoyed several physical relationships as both a mortal and a kindred, Sophie is his first experience of genuinely falling in love. (Torture. Agony, even. He will forever be offended that Caleb and Elias knew he was smitten long before he caught up to that fact.)
-Proud as he is, he will never turn down Sophie- If she wants to go somewhere, he will always be her escort. If she wants matching outfits, so be it. Even if it means him wearing bunny ears.
-Virgil has an old Romanian coin that he keeps in his pocket. It’s enchanted to always land on the side he bets on. He often fidgets with it when deep in thought.
-Virgil is the type of husband who buys his wife anything he thinks would look pretty on her. He has bought Sophie a multitude of dresses, lingerie, jewelry,etc. Elias hates going shopping with him, citing the fact he will get distracted in a boutique, will hem and haw over several choices for an infinite amount of time, before finally just purchasing all of them.-He plays the piano, and he and Sophie enjoy dueting together. Catch them staring at each other romantically as Sophie sings to Virgil’s talented playing.

Cirque Du Zarnovich

Some ramblings about the Carnival Sophie calls home, Cirque du Zarnovich 🎪A Playlist for them... Cirque Du Zarnovich(Small disclaimer: Zarnovich's Circus exists within canon but this is my personal version of them. Tears and Zarnovich are the only WoD Canon characters. (That's my evil Carnival Master now 😉) Midge doesn't exist in this world anymore bc Sophie & Charie killed him after he tried to sacrifice Adilene and was discovered to be an infernalist)The troupe was still quite small when Sophie arrived. Her mortal lifetime of being trained in estate management and other skills like sewing, along with her love for music, prepared her well. She immediately took over the finances and management.🎪Initially Sabbat aligned in their early days, the Carnival has become an independent sect that tends to work with Anarchs.
As the years passed, the carnival continued to grow and recruit members.Some other specific roles I imagine exist within the carnival but haven't created characters of:🎪A strongman, a costume maker, a contortionist/aerial artist (Sophie occasionally does aerial performances as well), musicians, acrobats, magicians, other clowns, tech and food crews, and of course other staff to man booths and attractions.
🎪Many Nosferatu reside within the carnival- almost the entire tech crew are Nos. They find themselves right at home among this sparkling carnival of horror and delight, and the Tzimisce are not ones to balk at their appearances either.
🎪The food staff are all thin bloods and ghouls, and the Carnival tries to establish trade relationships with local thinbloods for supplies and food to provide their mortal customers.
🎪In more modern nights, the Carnival has a relatively large staff. When they set up somewhere more longterm, they will also build upwards and establish bigger rides like a ferris wheel and carousel. Other attractions they keep on hand are of course Daciana's fortune telling tent, a hall of mirrors, a haunted fun house, and games like Darts, a shooting game, ring toss etc etc.The big attraction of the Carnival is the main performance, which I imagine much like Cirque du Soleil.🎪Their storylines are much darker of course- a maiden crossing the river styx to find her lover, a plague doctor wandering the countryside and helping souls move on, a prowl through a maze of nightmares in a serial killer's head.
🎪Sophie is the Diva, providing the singing for the performances. Zarnovich is the ringmaster and head of the show. Tears plays the Pierrot alongside several other clowns. Charie is the fire dancer, and Adilene later grows into her own, becoming the carnival's Diabolo performer.
🎪Audience participation is something you want to avoid at this show-because you will become dinner. You are more likely to be targeted if you come alone or your trip to Daciana's tent reveals something nefarious lurking in your past or current intentions. The carnival is connected to many, many missing person cases.The carnival itself is shrouded in strong koldunic magic. If you were not actively invited in or managed to get in during a show night, you will only find any empty lot or field, with no carnival in sight.🎪In more modern nights, many of the crew have upgraded to actual trailers, although a few, Sophie and Daciana included, chose to simply upgrade their private wagons with nicer amenities.
🎪The Carnival is currently established on the outskirts of Montreal bordering a forest.
🎪When they are not performing or practicing, the carnival can be hired for private performances. They also dabble in the trade of information, rare relics, books, and magical items.The carnival quickly realized that having "live" animal attractions is not a great way to go. It was far to difficult to maintain care for the animals + ensure a hungry crew member didn't accidentally snack on them.🎪All of the current 'animals' are Szlachta like Radu- carefully crafted from dying circus animals that they liberated along the way, they are quite lifelike, but require far less care.
🎪The herd includes several draft horses that pull wagons and small chariots for the main performers to tour the carnival with on show nights, a tiger, a bear, a zebra, and several monkeys.
🎪These animals can and have been fleshcrafted to become more weaponlike in defense of the carnival. Take care not to approach the zebra lest it devour you. Were bears always...that large??!?

Sophie's dice, "Majesty in Red", Custom made by rpadventuringcompany

VTM STATS

Physical:
Strength 💜💜
Dexterity💜💜💜
Stamina💜💜Social:
Charisma💜💜
Manipulation💜💜💜
Composure💜💜Mental:
Intelligence💜💜💜💜
Wits💜💜💜
Resolve💜💜Skills:
Athletics💜💜
Brawl💜💜
Craft (DollMaking/Fleshcrafting)💜💜💜
Etiquette 💜💜💜
Insight💜💜
Intimidation (Frightening) 💜💜
Leadership 💜
Performance (Living Doll) 💜💜
Persuasion 💜
Subterfuge 💜
Academics 💜💜
Awareness 💜💜
Finance 💜
Investigation 💜
Occult (Blood Magic,Demonology,Ancient Myths) 💜💜💜
Politics 💜
Technology 💜Advantages:
Mask (Zeroed)💜💜💜
Lore Master 💜💜💜
Underestimated💜
Total Recall 💜
Apex Predator 💜💜💜
Haven💜💜-Security 💜Disadvantages:
Thirst for Innocence❤️❤️❤️❤️
Appetizing Blood❤️❤️❤️❤️
Eerie Presence❤️❤️Disciplines:
Vicissitude 💜💜💜💜
Flesh Craft
Unmend
Vykos Touch
Reclaim
Horrid Form (Winged Lioness—>Marble Lion)Blood Sorcery 💜💜
A Taste for blood
Blood Tendrils
Dominate 💜💜
Cloud Memory
Mesmerize
Auspex💜💜💜💜
Sense the Unseen
Premonition
Scry the Soul
Spirit’s Touch
Protean 💜
Eyes of the Beast
Fortitude 💜
Unswayable Mind

1.What clan is your OC?
Clan Tzimisce
2. What faction is your OC? Do they conform to a group or are they independent?
Depending on the timeline,Sophie and Zarnovich’s Carnival are either independent,or fully aligned with the Sabbat.
3. Are they more “traditional” or do they break barriers?
Sophie is quite a traditional Tzimsice-a noble in life,and a noble in death.
4. What generation are they?
8th generation
5. Who is their sire?
Carnival Master Maciej Zarnovich
v6. What was their relationship to their sire? Were they close in any way or mere strangers?
Sophie was essentially a stranger-however,she was drawn to the carnival by a degree of supernatural ability she held as a mortal (as a kindred,this crystallizes as Auspex-Premonition). Zarnovich was very interested in the young woman who met his eyes as her carriage passed by the carnival as they set up in the forest,and in the moment she stumbled back in,covered in the blood of her family,he simply welcomed her home.
7. How did their sire treat them?
Zarnovich turned into a truly doting sire. He was a tough teacher but Sophie is a quick learner. She calls Zarnovich 'Pépère' and they have a very close relationship.
8. Was their sire with them after their embrace?
Sophie was turned the very night she killed her mortal family. Zarnovich was by her side and carefully supported and instructed his new childe during and after her embrace.
9. Do they have a childer?
Sophie does not have a childer! So far, she has not met anyone she would even consider turning.
v10. What is their relationship to that childe if they do have one?***
N/A
11. When was their embrace?
Sophie was embraced around 1820
12. What happened that led up to their embrace?
After years of abuse by her Father, she made a desperate bid for escape on the night he announced her arranged marriage, shoving a fire poker through his eye, before wiping out the rest of the household, including her younger brother and the servants. Bloodied and exhausted, but resolute in what she had just done,she wandered down the road away from their family estate and into the macabre carnival that would become her home...
13. Was their embrace painful? (Either emotionally or physically)
Sophie’s embrace was not painful. Zarnovich led her to the big top,provided her a quick acting poison that Sophie very willingly drank,and then sliced his own wrist to provide the vitae to change her.
14. How did they initially feel after being embraced? Did they like being reborn into something new or did it take them a while to cope with their new reality?
As Sophie opened her eyes again as a kindred,she was overcome with a premonition of her future-sitting in the lights of the carnival,glittering in jewels and lace,more beautiful than she could have ever imagined. She was meant to be here,and feels truly reborn.
15. Are they presumed to be dead or are they still acting as though they are alive to the general public?
Sophie’s original identity has been completely wiped. The carnival members helped burn down the mansion,and high society was simply shocked at the massacre that occurred. With the daughter missing,it was assumed that bandits had attacked the home and taken her after killing everyone else,and she was thought to be dead. She chose a new last name for herself and carried on from there.
16. How good are they at acting “alive”?
Sophie has fleshcrafted herself over the years to be much more doll like-even trying her best,there is something far to uncanny valley about this stunning woman to fully convince someone she was alive and normal.
17. What are their thoughts on the Camarilla?
Sophie has interacted plenty of times with the Camarilla. She prefers to be independent,but understands and appreciates the societal structure they provide. She often thinks those in the Camarilla have had much better manners than those of the anarchs or other independents she has met.
18. What are their thoughts on thinbloods?
Sophie has not interacted enough with thinbloods to truly develop an opinion.
19. What are their thoughts on the Sabbat?
For Sophie’s independent timeline,she finds the Sabbat to be a bit intense but does not interact much with them until she begins helping Virgil.For Sophie’s Sabbat timeline,she was directly brought into the sect via the carnival-while she does not hold the exact same religious fervor as some of her compatriots, she does hold great pride in herself and her sire as powerful members.
20. What are their thoughts on the Anarchs?
Sophie find the Anarchs to be very interesting-much of her interaction comes from Sylvie,a montreal anarch who approached Zarnovich to request training and support.
21. What is their predator type?
Sophie's predator type is "Local Haunt". Come see the Living Doll, the Winged Lioness and her Marble Lion, “live” at the carnival of horrors!
22. What are their thoughts on other predator types?
Sophie does not have an opinion on most other predator types,although she can’t quite understand baggers. Blood is best when fresh.
23. How often do they kill those they drain blood of?
Almost always.(Sophie took great inspiration from Hell Girl for her local haunt predator type. She often lures in creeps and takes great delight in torturing them. She even turned one guy into a fleshy handbag once during a night out in Montreal.)
24. Do they easily dispose of bodies?
Sophie disposes of bodies relatively easily,as much of the flesh and bone will be used for the carnival-even if something were to be found,it is unlikely to be recognizable.
25. How often do they cause a masquerade breach?
Considering Sophie is part of Zarnovich's circus, basically every time the carnival has a show they commit a huge masquerade breach. The worst is always on Halloween,when the carnival drops much of its glamour and allows mortals to see the true terror hiding within.
26. Do they want to become human again or are they fine as a kindred?
Sophie would never want to be a human again.
27. Do they have a clan they don’t particularly like?
Like most Tzimisce,Sophie hates the Tremere.
28. Where do they live now as a kindred?
Sophie lives within Zarnovich’s carnival. She has her own wagon and tent set up near the edge of the carnival boundaries behind the big top.
29. Do they frequently change locations or do they have a fixed location where they live?
The carnival has been set up in Montreal for a good while now,but they do occasionally move locations within the city or go on short tours.
30. Do they have a clan that they do particularly like?
Sophie has a soft spot for Clan Brujah,mainly because of her friendship with Seth. In terms of romantic partners,she thinks she deserves only the best,and that does affect her relationships-Virgil is Clan Venture,and Silas is Clan LaSombra.
31. Do they have a ghoul?
Sophie does not have a ghoul.
32. Do they like their ghoul if they do have one?
N/A
33. Would they like to have a ghoul if they don’t have one?
Sophie has never really wanted a ghoul.
34. What are their thoughts on blood dolls?
Sophie thinks they’re a bit strange-not ever becoming a ghoul,or kindred but giving of themselves. However,she thinks they can helpful for feeding without much effort.
35. How old is your OC up until their death?
Sophie was around 20 at her death.
36. How old are they now, continuing through their embrace?
Born in 1801, Turned in 1820,she would be 223 years old in 2024
37. What age are they? (Childer, Neonate, Ancilla, etc.)
Ancilla
38. Do they care about the taste of blood?
Sophie can be a bit particular in her tastes.
39. Could they easily decipher what a Malkavian is saying?
Sophie also tends to experience supernatural premonition and speak in riddles, so she’s pretty good at deciphering Malkavian communications.
40. Would they ever commit diablerie if given the chance?
Sophie has eaten a Tremere once and would do it again.
41. Would your OC switch their clan if given the chance? Why or why not?
Absolutely not. Sophie loves being a Tzimisce and the powers it gives her.
42. Suppose they weren’t embraced by their clan, which other clan would they thrive in?
If she was somehow not a Tzimisce, Sophie would likely do very well in Clan Malkavian or Clan Ventrue.
43. What are their best attributes?
Intelligence and Dexterity!
44. What are their best skills?
Occult, Etiquette and Craft
45. What are their disciplines?
Vicissitude,Auspex,Blood Sorcery,Dominate,Protean and Fortitude.
46. What are their ambition(s) if any?
Sophie always wanted to fall in love. She succeeds in her ambition when she and Virgil begin courting in her main timeline. In her Sabbat timelines however,it leads to her being much more easily manipulated by Silas.
47. What are their desire(s) if any?
No current desires
48. Detail things about your OC you spent a lot of time on!
Sophie’s wardrobe is more extensive than her lore at all given times.

Art & Commissions

VTM

VTM Horrid Form-The Winged Lioness

Picrews (Sophie)

Laniakea AU

Macross Inspired Idol AU

Fantasy AUs

Ashe & Esther are Sophie & Virgil's children. Caleb and Elias are Virgil's squad members & friends in all universes.

Virgil Fortuna

Other Art & AUs

Picrews (Sophie & Virgil)

The Beginning

The living doll and her marble lion are the star performers of Carnival Master Zarnovich's Circus of Horrors,who have taken up residence within Montreal. In recent years,they have taken a more independent stance,endearing themselves to the currently ruling Anarch network of barons,while maintaining a few ties to the surrounding Camarilla strongholds-though many are still suspicious of their Sabbat ties.
Virgil is a Camarilla Emissary sent from Rome to investigate the possibility of a Sabbat uprising amid concerns and suspicions of Baali and other demonic forces in Montréal. He has other goals as well, including investigating the possible Awakening of a vessel of Set. A former Duke as a mortal, he is a proud member of the clan of Kings.Sophie is also noble born, raised from mortal birth to survive and succeed in the world of snake tongued politics and hierarchy. She was an immediate natural at Elysiums and other political parties and often accompanied her Sire to those. Despite their Sabbat history and connections, it was acknowledged that Zarnovich was a powerful kindred,as were his childer, and that opened many doors that would have otherwise been closed. As the city of Montreal stands on the precipice of potential war, an Elysium is held just outside the city boundaries, hosted by the emissaries and open to all. The Camarilla look to intimidate their anarch and independent rivals. The stage is set for the very first meeting.Princess (derogatory) to Princess (Affectionate) Romance
~Virgil adjusted his collar, sweeping the small cape over his shoulder. He observed himself for a moment in the mirror. The dress uniforms were far more elaborate than his normal attire, but they cut a memorable image for the Vatican group. There were Camarilla in attendance from several different cities in the area,but frankly, Virgil paid them little mind. Their mission-his mission- was far more important than any petty territory dispute. To ensure their power was clear, Virgil had purchased the large property where tonight's party was being held. Although he was joining his team late,they had sent a multitude of ghouls and other spies to investigate the various groups around the city. He had an idea of who the potential key players were after reading through the files on the plane, and tonight, he planned to make some connections and gather information. Snapping on his gloves, he turned and strode out the door towards the elaborate banquet hall of the villa. It was time to get to work.Caleb stood by the doors, waiting for Virgil. “Are you ready? There's already quite a few guests.” Virgil tapped his hip out of habit,sighing when he found it empty. The usual weight of his rapier was a comfort that he had to go without for the night. “Just keep the wine and blood flowing. The more loose lipped our little anarch friends, the better.” Giving a nod to his comrade, they stepped into the hall and began to mingle with the crowd. Elias had already given a swelling welcoming speech to the gathered guests,and the crowd was buzzing with a quiet energy.Virgil greeted one of the local Barons-Matthieu? He seemed amicable enough. His attention was distracted as the ghoul acting as the doorman loudly cleared his throat, seemingly quite nervous. “Announcing the Carnival Master Zarnovich and his children, Miss Charie and Lady Sophie Valentine.” Virgil paused. “Lady…?” The doors swung open and any further thoughts were swept from his mind. His eyes passed over the tall and intimidating Carnival Master, over the slightly out of place Charie, and met the piercing amethyst gaze of the Lady in question. Although she entered behind her sister, she commanded the room. Her head was held high, her soft brown curls spilling over her shoulders and down past her waist. A single braid adorned the right side, carefully intertwined with a silk ribbon. Her gown matched the clothing of her sire, a deep crimson stain. Unlike the black accents of Zarnovich's suit however,she was adorned with crisp white lace, woven around her slender neck and into the delicate gloves she wore. Gold jewelry set with bright rubies completed the outfit. Virgil was snapped back to reality as the crowd shifted around him to allow the Tzimisce to pass through. He had heard that Zarnovich had some unusual children, but there was little information available on them,and this was beyond his expectations. She was stunning. He smirked. She was clearly confident in her looks, but that likely meant she was the weakest link, focused on appearance and show. He could certainly deal with some vapid conversation with a pretty woman if it got him where he needed to be. He strode towards the group, giving a small bow.“Master Zarnovich. A pleasure to meet you. Thank you for gracing us with your presence…” he turned a dazzling smile on the women. “And for bringing your lovely childers as well.” Charie shifted uncomfortably,but he earned a small smile from Sophie. He chuckled internally. Just as planned. Zarnovich greeted him back,his long,spindly arms slowly folding behind his back as he stood to his full height. “Indeed…we always appreciate an invitation.” Virgil nodded, his eyes darting to glance back at Sophie,who seemed to be watching the crowd. “Might I ask your permission to dance with the Lady?” Zarnovich raised an eyebrow at his childe. She turned fully to look at Virgil before extending her hand toward him-he realized she was awaiting a kiss. He was not sure how old she was,but she seemed to be familiar with ballroom etiquette. He took her hand,softly grazing the flowery lace with his lips and looking up at her. Her lips had broken into a delicate smile,revealing her fangs as she spoke. “Certainly.”Sophie gazed down at the man kissing her hand as she was hit with a premonition-the images were hazy for a moment before flashing into a clear brilliance as his lips brushed against the lace. Like broken shards of a mirror,facets of a potential future danced before her eyes. Virgil Fortuna,sitting in the front row of the carnival,the flash of a sword,a letter carefully penned to her... The lips currently brushing her hand,pressed against her own as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She could not help but smile as she accepted his invitation. How interesting this would be.Leading her to the dance floor,Virgil signaled for the orchestra in the corner to begin the planned waltzes. Sophie patiently followed his lead as he guided his hand to her waist,her soft hair brushing over his glove. As the music began,he reintroduced himself. While there was no use of disciplines allowed at Elysium, Virgil was confident in his own charm and wit. He questioned her about her favorite places in the city,and her performance in the carnival. Her voice sounded like music,but her answers were seemingly basic. Perhaps she wouldn’t be as useful for information,but Virgil certainly enjoyed the way her slender body fit within his arms. He whirled her around,her steps perfectly matching his as they danced. He prodded a bit more-Considering that she and her sire had graced them tonight,could he perhaps take that to mean they were staying on the outside of whatever conflict was brewing within the city? Although she had mainly listened during this interaction,smiling and laughing as he spoke,he could at least try to gauge their alliance to the anarch,or potentially sabbat, movement here.As the music swelled,the small woman’s grip on his arm suddenly tightened. He glanced down. Sophie had been acting quite demure during their dance,but her jeweled eyes now observed him darkly,glaring up from under hooded lashes. She gave a small,harsh smile. “How disappointing, Emissary Fortuna. I would have expected you to know more about your potential battleground,considering how many spies you have sent into the city. I must apologize in fact…” she spun gracefully,her hair fluttering and the rubies set into her jewelry sparkling in the light from the chandelier. Her slender hand slipped from his as she continued speaking,meeting his gaze in challenge. “I do believe the ghoul you foolishly sent into our carnival made his way back out in several pieces…” She laughed,her voice clear and delicate against the harshness of her statement. “Perhaps you’re not taking this seriously enough.” Virgil watched in disbelief as the carnival master’s childe spun away from him,her hand gently taking a stunned brujah’s arm as the floor began to shift dance partners. He could not keep his eyes off of her as she moved further away on the dance floor,even as he guided his new dance partner. Irritation welled inside of him-he had misjudged his target,and been insulted for it. She would regret challenging him.The song reached its finale, setting Sophie back in front of Virgil as the dancers greeted their original partners. She curtsied, the picture of grace. “Thank you for the dance,and for the invitation. I must return to my Pepere's side…” She glanced up at him, slightly pursing her lips. But I look forward to seeing your continued efforts.” Virgil smiled back, his jaw clenching. “Of course my Lady Valentine. I can only hope you won't be disappointed again.”Sophie turned on her heel with a final smile thrown his way before fluttering back to her sire. Virgil stared after her for a long moment before turning and locating Caleb, seated on a bench near the windows. His colleague nudged him as he sat down. “Going straight for the pretty ones huh?” Virgil turned an icy stare on his friend. “The little princess of the carnival is nothing special. We need to recall all of the ghouls currently sent out into the city. And probably call in a few replacements.” “I…huh? Well, alright,if you say so.” He waved Caleb away to follow up on his request. Frustration gnawed at his core. He couldn't believe one of their ghouls had not only been found so quickly, but killed. By this ridiculously pretty, and clearly talented kindred who he knew nothing about and who had accused him of not doing his job properly-he stopped himself mid thought. Why was he mentally complimenting her so much?Rubbing his eyes, he glanced over the room of mingling kindred, before his emerald eyes locked directly with the amethyst ones watching him from across the room. Sophie's eyebrows raised slightly as their eyes met, before she winked at him and turned away. There was a rage building inside Virgil. This was far from over.

-intermediate period-
Virgils crew finds the remains of their ghoul, terribly dismembered and tortured(damn Tzimisce). Virgil struggles with finding any information on Sophie but is slowly losing it after feeling so challenged and insulted, but being unable to find or see his rival- and the camarilla not making very much headway into the city. He tries to track down the carnival himself but everytime he comes to the location,its just an empty field. Virgil is about to lose his damn mind.
Elias notices Virgil getting more and more irritable and sends him out for a night on the town- i.e checking out a local bookstore that dealt in in rare occult texts and artifacts. He stumbles in and browses, and runs into a certain carnival performer there.

The Bookstore

Virgil glanced over the shelves. Elias had been right, this shop had quite a good selection. He let his fingers trail over some of the titles absentmindedly as he turned to walk into the next aisle. As he did however, something…no, someone, collided directly with him. A surprised gasp-Virgil winced as a large book landed directly on his foot. So much for a relaxing shopping trip. He reached down to pick up the book just as the culprit did. The soft scent of flowers tickled his nose-Virgils gaze followed the delicate hands up to find himself face to face with Sophie. She was speaking but her focus was on the book-”I'm so sorry, I should have paid more attention…” His surprise translated into a more irritated tone than he would have liked for maintaining appearances. “You.” The word practically emerged as a growl. Sophie paused, finally looking up. “Oh.” He was surprised to see a slight flush cross her face. “Mr.Fortuna. I apologize…” she began to pull back, and Virgil bit down a bolt of frustration. Quickly reaching out,he caught her hand, picking up the book in the other and helping her stand. He cleared his throat. “No,I apologize,princess. I did not expect to literally run into you here.” She glanced up at him,her eyes narrowing at his tone. They stared the other down for a moment. She was dressed far more casually today, taking away the Intimidation of her elegant outfit from the Elysium.They snark back and forth with eachother a bit , he notices her book and mentions he has the other volumes-its a pretty rare grimoire- Sophie is immediately excited and interested- he teases he'd let her borrow it if only she didn't live in a deserted parking lot and was also never home. Pouting, she presses a small copper coin into his hand and tells him when the next carnival show is- if he wouldn't mind a performance and hospitality as payment for seeing the other books, then perhaps she would see him again soon.This intrigued him. Not only was this an opportunity to get in closer for the Camarilla, but it also stirred a sensation from within that left a need to be satisfied. In that moment, he felt the desire to be a part of her presence for just a moment longer, knowing well that this was about to become just a brief encounter. Virgil wanted Sophie to be thrilled to lay her gaze upon him. To have her obsessed with the thought of when she would see him next. The Tzimice princess had already plagued his mind by this point, as Virgil struggled to focus to get the next words out of his mouth.“You… want me to show up?”Sophie paused,her face taking on a neutral expression as she glanced away. “Well. It seems like you’ve been trying to catch a performance for a good bit. And I…would be very interested in seeing those grimoires.” Clutching her book,she suddenly whirled away. “Only if you want. I know you’re a busy man.” she stopped,glancing back over her shoulder,her brows furrowed,opening her mouth and closing it again before finally speaking. “I’m sorry about your ghoul. That happens to anyone suspicious who shows up uninvited.” Her eyes darted down to the coin in Virgil’s hand. “And you are now invited. I wish you a pleasant evening, Emissary Fortuna.” In a moment,she was gone,leaving only the tarnished coin and the lingering smell of flowers.He stood there with his mouth slightly agape. A feeling as familiar as defeat came about him, but this time it was different. He tightly squeezed the coin in his hand before bringing it up to his face to inspect it closer. He seemed perplexed that it truly was just simply a copper coin.“Could this be some kind of joke?”Soon enough he gathered his thoughts together more coherently, still reeling in from the enamor Sophie laced his eyes with. But still he couldn’t shake the lingering thoughts in the back of his mind.
He would have known if she used a discipline on him. There was no scent of malice in her words. Virgil knew what she said was genuine, and most of all, earnest. She wants to meet again.“Well, I do still need to give her that book, too.”He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief, which for a second, brought a real smile to his face.“Dammit. She got into my head. And I liked it.”Another large inhale. This time he held it in his chest for almost a minute, his heightened sense of smell imprinting the floral aura and this fleeting moment to his memories.Exhale.“Chrysanthemum.”

The Performance

Sophie twisted off the final knot of the crimson ribbon she had been braiding into her hair,completing her preparations for tonight’s performance. She lifted her eyes slowly to the mirror,taking in her appearance. A delicately adorned cat skull mask was carefully attached to her tawny curls,framed by bright red flowers. The outfit itself was a velvety red body suit adorned with gold lining,and attached to a frilly lace skirt and white stockings. A large heart brooch embellished the top,covered in amethyst jewels,and stabbed through with a small golden dagger. Tracing her fingers over the jeweled collar,she stood. It had been several days since her run in with the Ventrue at the bookstore. Perhaps he would show up tonight,bringing the first of her visions to fruition. Part of her felt fear,in having given him the coin that would allow him entry to the carnival. Another part of her felt hopeful that he would come-that the letter she saw,her name so elegantly written at the top, had meant something more exciting...and that kiss…It felt silly,that she had chosen the name Valentine for herself,and yet never truly have fallen in love…not to mention she was feeling a bit uncomfortable with the growing want that lapped at the edges of her consciousness. This man was Camarilla, and would likely kill her and her coterie at the first given chance…it really was such a shame he was so handsome. Stepping out of her wagon,she was greeted by her Szlachta Radu. The large lion bumped her with its head,earning a smile. “I suppose we must not delay,no matter what the outcome may be.” Radu crouched down,allowing her to quickly mount,before lumbering his way towards the big top as the gates opened,and throngs of mortals began to enter the carnival.Virgil pulled his car into a parking lot near the carnivals supposed location. He glanced at his passenger seat-the full grimoire set and a small bouquet of roses sat there. Sophie had told him that all he needed was the copper penny she had given him at the bookstore. “That's your ticket!” He frowned, remembering her lips as she spoke the words. This was all just to get into the carnival. They likely weren't truly independent and he needed to get information.He joined the flow of mortals streaming towards the field. For a moment, it still seemed empty…but before his very eyes, a sprawling carnival melted into existence. He could tell that it was heavily layered in illusion and was likely far more horrific than what the humans around him could see, but he had to admit, it was beautiful.Virgil wandered in, following the cries of the performers. Much of the crowd was headed to the big top. Inside,he settled into a seat close to the ring.As the lights dimmed, Zarnovich stepped back. Virgil was startled to see a huge beast begin to circle the arena-he had never seen such a large lion before, nor one of that color. As a melody began to play, a small child gasped and pointed up. Virgils eyes followed up the ceiling of the tent, where Sophie seemed to be blooming from a rippling surface of ribbon like fabric. Large wings extended from her back,the white feathers fading into a deep charcoal hue,gold lines weaving throughout the edges. Her voice echoed as she began to descend, keeping her audience in rapt attention. She seemed to almost dance in the air-as she touched down, the lion circled closer.-certain mortals enraptured-they do not leave when the performance ends,but instead get up and wander into the arena, where they are led away by other carnival members.Sophie waits until they have all left before turning to greet her own guest.Sophie pressed her fingernails into her palm as she turned to the approaching figure. He cut a handsome silhouette under the lights of the big top, wearing a well fitting black suit and long jacket. His sharp green eyes had not left her the entire performance. She curtsied deeply.“Welcome,traveler, to Cirque du Zarnovich. I hope my performance was to your liking.”
He presents her with the grimoires and they flirt. Sophie invites him back next week, promising to show a magical artifact. Virgil is right on time. This time, he invites her back to his residence for tea.
The first visit turns into many more-under the guise of study, of challenge, before they slowly turn into smaller and smaller excuses, and the tension and clear attraction between the two begins to build until it breaks. Rivalry turns to respect,then to friendship,and finally love before either realizes it happened. The two agree to teach the other-Virgil teaching Sophie Blood Sorcery,and Sophie teaching Virgil various occult knowledge. They visit with eachother at least once a week, even if it's just to chat.

Prey Animal Rage

It was supposed to have been just another night-the bimonthly exchange with some of the local thin-bloods for supplies. They had established this contract with the Carnival almost two years previous, and it had served both parties well. They would meet in a local hotel suite to discuss business. The thin-bloods always left first once the money was handed over and paperwork signed. Sophie looked over the papers as she considered inventory-she would have to ask if they could order several more of the wine flasks for the next order...Her attention was split as the attendant that had come with her moved from his place by the door. "Miss, I'll go ahead and bring the car around. You go ahead and enjoy the rest of your tea." she nodded, her thoughts still focused on the papers, sipping absently at the tea. It was a different flavor than usual, with strong cinnamon flavoring. Sophie greatly enjoyed the teas the thin bloods came up with, their flavors strong and heavily doused in a vitae that accentuated the flavors. She paused for a moment as she drained her cup, intent on cleaning up before her return home.
Wait.
Her vision flickered for a moment as she lowered the papers in her other hand. The teacup dropped to the floor, a muffled clang against the rug covering the area underneath the table. Sophie sat motionless as she stared ahead- the empty hotel room seemed to stretch out in front of her, a hollow liminal space. The lights from the city outside dimmed as she staggered to her feet, the papers scattering to the ground. She cursed to herself, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. "Damn it...Damn it..." Her eyes darted around the room. There had been something in the tea. Why now? What reason did they have to set her up? They had never stiffed the thin-bloods before, or harmed them. She had been foolish...complacent in their mutual arrangement, she had been lured in and tricked.
Her mind felt hazy as she stumbled to the bathroom. There was a growing paranoia in the utter silence of the room. She could no longer hear cars outside, or even the buzz of electricity. The walls seemed to be closing in, a thousand eyes watching her as she stumbled to the bathroom, small tendrils of shadow creeping outwards to grab her. Reaching the threshold of the bathroom, her legs gave way, causing her to collapse to the floor. Dragging herself forward, Sophie leaned against the sink, the cold porcelain providing a moment of respite to her clouded mind as she fumbled for her phone. She needed to call the carnival, or get her attendant to hurry back...
She paused. No...she had come here with the attendant from the carnival. Someone newer...he had only been with them a few months, but had seemed eager to prove himself. In all likeliness...he was in on this plot. Sophie bit her lip again, this time to try and maintain focus. Strength was leaving her body- it was likely this drug was meant to incapacitate her, but not kill her. She needed to make a decision now, but she couldn't trust calling home. Fear was tightening around her throat, the shadows closing in. Hands shaking, she looked down to the list of contacts, immediately moving to the newest entry. She had only recently gotten his number, but was able to picture the grimace on the handsome man's face as her fingers slowly clicked to his name. She was in danger here...it would be better to owe someone in the Camarilla a favor than die here, or worse. Foolishly, she thought it would be nice if he came to save her. She could feel hands sliding around her ankles, around her throat. Her skin prickled, the flesh along her back and legs aching, despite the fact that she had carefully smoothed out the scars that had marred them centuries before. She clicked the tiny phone icon and prayed.Virgil sat in his office, reading through a pile of books that had been decorating his desk for a good while now. He had been so busy that they had remained untouched, but he had finally finished his work and decided on a moment of personal respite. He had barely finished the third chapter when his phone rang, the screen lighting up on his desk. He glanced up, an eyebrow raising as he read the name. He had to admit he had chuckled when he had seen how she typed it in- "Princess Sophie"- but felt a bit exasperated in this moment. She had already destroyed him in a debate not even three nights prior, and they had no lessons planned for this week. Was she calling to gloat about the other night? He could certainly see her doing that. Still...
Rolling his eyes, he snapped the book closed and picked up the call. "Hello Princess. Whatever has caused you to grace me with your verbal presence tonight?" The line was silent for a moment. Virgil looked down, wondering for a moment if the connection had been cut. Perhaps his tone had been a bit to harsh...he wasn't exactly upset she had called him out of the blue...
Sophie's voice was weak, and hesitant as it finally came through. "...Virgil?" He was immediately out of his chair. She never called him by his first name, and there was no sign of the normally proud performer from the Carnival. The vulnerability and desperation conveyed in the single utterance of his name sent a ripple of fear down his back. "What's wrong?" Another long silence stretched as he stared at the small screen. Before he could speak again, her voice came through, smaller than before, choked up. "Please help me..." Virgil was out the door of his office and down the stairs before his mind could catch up. "Where are you?" Her voice was strained as she answered- The Grand Charlotte Hotel. It was only a few blocks from here- he could likely get there faster on foot than by taking a car. "What room? Miss Valentine, what room are you in??" There was no answer, but he could hear the phone clatter to the floor as the connection dropped. Virgil almost crashed into Elias as he headed for the front door. "Elias! Bring the car to Grand Charlotte Hotel right now. I'm going first, but hurry!" "Wha-?" Elias was clearly confused and irritated as his squad leader pushed past him, but it was clear from Virgil's tone and panicked expression that something important was happening.
Keeping to the shadows, Virgil covered the distance quickly with his celerity. The hotel seemed to be bustling with plenty of activity. This place was well known as a thin-blood base of operations. He approached the staff entrance, slipping in as a group was pulling out the kitchen trash. He needed to figure out what room and floor she was on, and quickly...it had taken him about 10 minutes to get here, and Sophie was not answering her phone. He could probably find a staff member and dominate them into telling him...but if they didn't know...
As Virgil plotted the best plan of attack, his attention was captured by a flash of gold- there, with several others in an alcove near the service elevators- a man wearing the uniform he had seen other workers at the carnival wear. His eyes narrowed- the group was almost certainly kindred...two thin-bloods and at least one full kindred. If this was the Lady Valentine's attendant, then he could likely lead Virgil right to her.Sophie had watched the screen with blurred vision as it rang. His voice had come through clearly- snarky, and making it clear she had likely disturbed him. Her throat had tightened. Bowing her head for help- even admitting that she wanted it, needed it, was a tough pill to swallow. Speaking his name had almost been a question to herself- ...Virgil? Really, this guy? But the concern in his voice- she couldn't help but allow a moment of vulnerability. "Please help me..." He had asked where she was-but all she could give was the hotel name. Her vision was swimming with shadows as her strength completely left her. Suddenly, there were hands around her throat. Blinking away her bloody tears, Sophie looked directly into the face of her father. Her real father. The man who had beaten her. Who had sold her. The man she had killed. No. No. No no no. Not like this. Not again.
The fear and agony of her existence before was supposed to be gone. She had been so stupid to call Virgil. Someone from the Carnival had clearly set her up. No one was coming to help. She was small and powerless again as she stared into the bloodshot eyes of the bastard who had whipped her so many times in a drunken rage. His breath was rancid as he grinned, his voice grating as he berated her, hands curling tight around her throat. Sophie could feel the blood dripping down her back and thighs as she choked for air that she didn't need anymore. The terror was overwhelming. But so was the rage, as she forced her own hand up to grab the arms choking her. No one was coming. No one ever came. This was it-he was going to kill her-unless she killed him first.
Downstairs, Virgil had made his way towards the elevators, pausing as the group in the corner began to argue with each other. The man in the Carnival uniform was clearly frustrated at the others, but the entire group seemed tense. "Listen, this is going to go just fine. She's going to be completely incapacitated. We'll take the blood we need from her and then transport her for sale." A woman spoke up. "I have to say, I'm more worried about her sire. Didn't you say he's super protective of her...? Not to mention...I don't think the boss is going to be very happy about the loss of this contract..." The man threw up his hands. "You all had months to decide you didn't want to be involved. Let's just get going. We need to move fast anyways. The brew we gave her is that new drug- the one that shows you your greatest fears. Everyone we tested it on were blubbering messes within 20 minutes-minus a little screaming, they either knocked themselves out or were totally unaware of what was happening for hours. It's certainly worth experimenting with it on a kindred with her blood potency and age, and I don't think we have anything to worry about." He shepherded the others into the elevator as Virgil moved closer. They had drugged her? He watched the elevator number as it moved up.
Floor 15...Virgil quickly went into the next elevator to follow, his hand flipping the old coin in his pocket in nervous agitation. They could all die once they led him to Sophie. As the floors flicked by, he dialed Elias to fill him in- this was a delicate situation. Perhaps they should contact the carnival...or he could follow the group and pose as a buyer...Virgil's hand clenched around the phone. No...she had called him and asked for help. He wouldn't leave her here. He might need to fight his way through...but he would get to her somehow. The doors opened onto the 15th floor as Virgil considered his options. He could hear the group down the hall, quickly following their hushed voices. As he turned the corner, the leader of the group had opened the door and stepped inside. Virgil rushed forward, intent on tackling the one holding the door open, but his attack was stopped as one of the woman in the group stumbled back, a look of terror on her face. "No way...how is she even moving?!" A string of curses came from inside as Virgil moved into a place where he could see inside- the others barely seemed to register him. His own eyes widened at the scene. Sophie was on her feet, clinging to the side of the couch as her 'attendant' approached. Her expression...could only be described as feral, bloody tears streaked down her face. As the man moved forward, he raised his hand to strike her.

Time felt like it was frozen in place. Sophie had fought back the specter of her father and crawled from the bathroom, pure adrenaline forcing her on. As she pulled herself up onto the couch, the door swung open. Her vision was still warped. She saw both her attendant from the carnival, and then, her Father, his anger apparent as he strode towards her. Her mind was clear, except for a single thing. "Survive. Survive at any cost. If you can't, then don't let them survive either." His hand was raised, coming in to strike her down. She lunged, all of the fear propelling her forward as she reached for his throat. Her fleshcrafting responded to her panic- her nails hardening into the sharp blades that normally adorned her Horrid Form. They plunged into the man's neck as he let out a gurgle of shock. Her hand wrapped around his spine as blood sprayed onto her, fueling the beast inside. Kill them before they kill you. She pulled upwards, pulling his head and spine directly out of his body in a terrifying display of strength.
The woman who had initially pulled back covered her mouth with her hands, trembling with fear as her companion's body thudded onto the floor. Virgil was reminded of an animal in a trap lashing out as death approached, a spooked horse bashing in the head of its attacker, as Sophie’s gaze shakily looked up, the hands wrapped around her bloody prize trembling as she focused on the rest of her assailants. The other two rushed forward towards Sophie as the woman opened her mouth to scream. Her voice was cut off though, as Virgil swiftly covered her mouth and pushed her into the room, slamming the door behind them. This was a massive breach of the masquerade. They needed to finish this quickly. The sudden noise of the door caused the other two to turn, horrified to see a new assailant on the scene, just as Virgil released the obfuscation on his sword and ran the woman through.
Their diverted attention cost them dearly. Virgil couldn’t help but flinch as Sophie directly used the head and spine of the man she had just killed to clobber the other woman in a spray of gore and fury. The final man standing had begun to back away, realizing this plan had wildly miscalculated the effect such a drug would have on someone like Sophie. She was clearly in bad shape though, and while she turned towards the retreating man, her steps faltered. Virgil dashed forward, slamming him into the wall, the tip of his sword stabbing into his throat as he held the kindred prone. “Does the drug you gave her need an antidote? Or will it wear off? I suggest you answer quickly.” “I-It wears off! I swear! Please don’t hur-” Virgil shoved his blade up through the man’s neck and into the base of his skull, a clean kill.
He turned quickly, removing his sword and flicking the blood off of it. Sophie was still standing, her stature unsteady as she faced him down. Her body language was hesitant, trying to gauge whether Virgil was friend or foe. Virgil frowned as he looked her over. She had been wearing a lovely dress, but it was now completely soaked in blood and viscera. Her hair was a mess, matted from the violence and likely her fingers as she fought against the visions assaulting her. Her porcelain skin was streaked with blood from her tears, and he could tell she had bitten her lip several times. He felt…furious, seeing her like this. Whatever things she was afraid of however, she had clearly fought back. He doubted she had much strength left, but was doing her best to stay upright. He moved slowly, putting his hands up as she tensed. “Miss Valentine. It’s me.” She let out what sounded like a confused grumble as her eyes tried to focus on him. Her pupils had become feline in nature, a thin slit within the ocean of amethyst.
He would likely need to dominate her before she would stand down. Reaching out, he gently tipped her head up towards him with one hand, the other slipping down to her arm to loosen her grip on the makeshift weapon. “...Sophie.” She had called out his name when she was scared and needed help. It only felt right to return the favor. “It’s okay. Close your eyes and rest.” He felt her mind try to resist, but only for a moment before she dropped the spine and collapsed forward into his chest. Leaning down, he swept his other arm under her legs to pick her up before moving to lay her on the couch. The room was a disaster. He rubbed his eyes as he surveyed the damage. He hadn’t even thought twice about killing these anarchs. It was unlike him to not consider the political implications before acting, but he had been completely focused on getting to Sophie. He could spin this in his favor however- it would not hurt them at all to have the Elder Zarnovich owe them a boon for saving his childe.Twenty minutes later, Elias arrived, knocking on the door and slipping inside as Virgil ushered him in. He stared across the destruction before taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples.” Let me guess. We need to cover up this wildly bloody masquerade breach, and by we, you mean me.” Virgil clapped his friend on the back. “You always know just what to say Elias.”
The Tremere glanced towards the couch where Sophie was resting. She had been whimpering as she slept-the drug clearly still in effect. “I’ll tell Caleb to go to the Carnival and inform Zarnovich directly of this attack. We don’t know how many more of their people could have been involved.” Virgil nodded his thanks. “I am going to take her back to the safehouse with us. It’s best that she stays somewhere safe until Zarnovich can vet his people.” Elias raised an eyebrow as he watched Virgil pace back to Sophie’s side. “Right. Well, it certainly wouldn’t be harmful to keep her under watch for now. I’ll get ahold of the camera footage that you may have appeared on in the meantime and clean up..” he gestured at the corpses and blood that covered the small room “All of this.”
Virgil pulled one of the towels from the bathroom as Elias worked, using it to clean off Sophie’s face and hands. Elias was silent as he cast his sorcery, but his gaze kept wandering back to his commander and friend as Virgil sat on the floor next to Sophie, carefully cleaning the blood from underneath her fingernails. His expression tensed up whenever she let out a whimper or cry, only relaxing when she fell back to a more peaceful slumber. Elias rolled his eyes as he turned away to dispose of the bodies. What a dunce that man was. Still…it was a bit nice to see him do something for himself once in a while.
The group left the hotel quietly- the carnage filled room now strangely clean, the security cameras looping back over several sections before continuing on as normal, and several staff who went home thinking they had the most uneventful night at work. Elias held the papers Sophie had been working on, as well as her purse and phone. Sophie herself was curled up in Virgil’s arms, his jacket covering the bloody dress as he carried her out.Upon their return, Virgil awoke the housekeeper and requested she help bathe Sophie and change her into some fresh clothes. He returned to his office for a bit, before the older woman knocked and told him that Sophie was cleaned up and resting in the guest room. Virgil waited until she had left before grabbing the novel he had been reading earlier and heading to the room. Sophie was cleaner, her hair no longer matted, and seemed to be wearing one of the housekeeper’s nightgowns. He settled down and began to read, dozing off as dawn came.
Daysleep came and went, with one of Zarnovich’s ghouls arriving during the day. They returned with a message that the emissary group would personally escort Sophie home that night, and that she was unharmed. The same could not be said for several other kindred inside the boundaries of the carnival, and the thin bloods who were scrambling to placate the anger of an elder.
Sophie’s sleep had been fitful-her mind filled with shadows and anxiety. There was nothing but red for a while, before a calming voice that had gently spoken her name and told her to rest. As she slowly opened her eyes, the ceiling above was unfamiliar. A clatter to the side of the bed caused her to turn her head. “Miss Valentine?!” Virgil stood there, his book on the floor now as he leaned over her. “How are you feeling?” She stared up at him in disbelief as her mind began to piece together the previous night. “Wait...you…came?” He frowned, glancing away- a flicker of embarrassment? “Well, you called.”The Carnival owes Virgil for saving Sophie, but he doesn't ask for anything right away, simply continuing to see Sophie

You Owe Me a Kiss

Sophie stood on the balcony,looking out onto the river,where the lights of the city reflected like an endless jewel box. Virgil was inside, speaking with his men, who were cleaning up the bloody remains of the Sabbat infiltrators who had been making this place their home.Virgil had been quite irritated during the last several weeks. He knew there were spies amongst the Camarilla who were partaking in the Montreal mission,but they had not been able to dig out proof of their identities.He had been flipping through several files while Sophie had sipped her tea when she was hit with a premonition. Standing, she quickly walked over to his desk. He had slammed the files closed,eyes narrowing in suspicion. They had an unspoken rule-don't interfere with his work. He still did not know her full alignment amongst the politics of Montreal,despite their ever growing friendship. But Sophie was getting tired of the distance between herself and the handsome emissary. Nothing else in her previous vision had come true,and she was bored. He had even dashed to her rescue after a single call, so where was her kiss already?She quickly scanned the names on the edge of the files. There it was. “That one. “ her long finger tapped the paper lightly. “That's your spy. “ Virgil frowned. “Oh really? Based on what Intel, exactly?” Sophie rolled her eyes and pointed at herself. “Come now, you would expect a carnival performer to give away their secrets so easily?” She moved back to her teacup. “Believe me or not-it's up to you on whether you'd like to save yourself time and headache.”He glanced back down at the file she had pointed out. “Very well. I will look into your…recommendation. Should it be correct,I shall owe you a small boon.” Sophie turned in surprise. “Oh? Well, I certainly can't refuse that.” Her smile was playful as she thanked him for the tea and wished him goodbye.Several nights later, he had sent her an invitation to a performance. When she had stepped into the car, Virgil informed her they were going to drop by the home of the kindred she had pointed out.Upon arriving, Elias had stopped everyone from immediately approaching. There were multiple sigils and wards around the home-easily broken however,and they were soon knocking on the door. Sophie stood back as the squad of Camarilla soldiers had knocked in the door. Clearly they had more evidence than her suspicions at this point. The kindred was easy to find, and stupid. He gave himself up the moment he tried to stab Virgil,who cut him down where he stood. Sophie had watched from the doorway as the flash of the sword cleared in her vision,building an excitement in her chest. “Scum.” Virgil had spat on the body as he flicked the vitae off his sword in a clean motion.He turned and held out a hand for her. “Here…the balcony seems to have a nice view. We'll need to quickly clean this up.” Sophie smiled as she took his arm, dainty in her steps over the growing pool of blood on the floor.As Caleb and Elias moved to search the home, Virgil glanced towards the Tzimisce as she stood outside, watching the river. He suspected she had some kind of Auspex, allowing her to name the Sabbat bastard. He had not been able to find any connection between them, nor did he think she would be stupid enough to give up her own ally if she truly was part of the Sabbat forces here. If anything,she would have redirected his suspicions elsewhere. Which meant however….that he did currently owe her. Hopefully her ask wouldn't be excessive. She turned slightly as waves of laughter came from the restaurants near the rivers edge, and he found himself admiring her profile as she tucked a small piece of hair behind her ear.He made his way back to the doors and stepped onto the balcony with her. She turned as he did,smiling at the Ventrue in victory. He raised an eyebrow, and Sophie copied his expression. He let out a little sigh, but couldn't help himself from chuckling. “You told me so. “ Her smile grew wider. “Yes, I did.” He joined her at the edge of the balcony,admiring the scenery. “Well. You now have a small boon from me,Miss Valentine. Don't spend it all in one place.” His comment was meant to be snarky, but he paused as she stared up at him. There was something in her expression….“I already know what I want though.” Virgil was caught off guard by the nervous edge in her voice. “You do?” She dropped her gaze, and he noticed her fingers digging into the lace of her skirt. “Yes. You owe me…” Seemingly regaining her confidence, she met his gaze again, a terribly flirtatious smile crossing her lips. “You owe me a kiss.”Virgil's mind went blank for the first time in at least several decades. Was this why she had helped him? But why? He wasn't upset,certainly. He'd been enraptured by her looks and wit the moment they had met. There was a strange feeling in his chest everytime he thought of her. He had also never had anyone ask him for a kiss however, much less waste a boon on it. Internally, he was torn. Everytime he talked to Sophie, it was like he had lost yet another battle in a long running war, and was quickly moving towards total defeat.Sophie watched as Virgil froze for a moment. She could practically see him running through information and questions at high speed in his head. Brilliant strategist that he was, he hadn't seen this one coming. It was almost becoming a hobby of hers, trying to throw him off. Most likely,he would settle for the most boring, but cost effective solution here-a small peck on her cheek and a thank you for the information so he could dust his hands of the whole incident.She was confused herself for a moment when the lost look in his eyes suddenly steeled and he turned towards her, looming over her as he closed the small distance between them. “That's it? Just a kiss?” She smiled,a bit thrown by this reaction. “Yes. A kiss.” A moment of silence passed as he observed her.“Very well. Your wish is my command.” Virgil leaned down-but much to Sophie's surprise, he did not kiss her cheek. One arm wrapped around her waist,while his other hand gently tipped her face up. Virgil smiled as Sophie's eyes widened,before softly fluttering half closed as he pressed his lips to hers.Sophie couldn't believe she was getting two parts of the same premonition in one night-or that it was happening at all. His touch was gentle but strong,and she couldn't believe how much she had wanted it. She leaned into him,reaching her arms up wrap around his neck. He broke the kiss for a brief moment-was it over already?- before he simply readjusted his stance,using her hold around his neck to help lift her onto the railing. His hands on her waist held her in a tight grip as he kissed her again.The two finally broke apart when Elias's voice calling to Caleb from inside the home broke the still night air. Sophie slowly ran her hands down the sleeves of Virgil's jacket as they stared at each other. This particular battle was both a victory and stalemate for the both of them.Sophie could feel a strange embarrassment rising in her chest though, made all the worse when Virgil suddenly smirked and licked his lips. “We should owe each other more often. I don't think I'd mind doing this again.” He lifted her off the railing, taking off his jacket and draping it around her shoulders. “Let me finish this cleanup.” Sophie shivered as she watched Virgil head back inside, pulling his jacket close around her. He glanced back at her, wearing a slight smile. She could feel her face flush.Oh dear. Perhaps she had bit off more than she could chew this time.

Jealousy

“Miss Sophie.” Sophie turned to the voice behind her as she exited the tent. “Oh! James.” She met the younger Tzimisce with a smile. James had been Sylvie’s ghoul until rather recently-after a brutal attack from Sabbat,she had made the decision to turn him. He bore several large scars across his face now,but Sophie thought it had made his handsome face look a bit more rugged. He had been spending much more of his time around the carnival recently,learning from Pepere.James brightened at Sophie’s smile and he approached. He still felt quite formal with her,but had been trying to engage her in conversation more often now that he was also fully kindred. The first night they had met,Sophie had spotted Sylvie and her entourage of ghouls sitting in the crowd and dipped down to meet them,bestowing a rose to both her and James before twirling back to the center of the ring. James had held onto a slight crush towards Sophie since then.“Your performance tonight was lovely. I enjoyed the new song.” Sophie thanked him and they began to chat as the carnival bustled around them.Near the entrance of the carnival,Virgil glanced at his watch. He was running late for their study session and knew he had missed Sophie’s performance in the big top,much to his irritation. The amount of paperwork that Elias had slammed onto his desk was alarming,and he had not been able to escape earlier. He had at least been able to snag a bouquet of roses for her as an apology,some of the blooms dyed a shifting iridescent purple.He weaved through the crowds-was she perhaps back at her wagon already? A snippet of conversation caught his attention as he scanned the area. “Oh,did you see her! That was the living doll!” A young woman was pulling on her friend's sleeve. “Gosh,she’s sooo pretty. Who is that with her? Maybe another performer?” He turned towards the area they were watching,just in time to see the tall young man standing next to Sophie adjust the flower tucked behind her ear. He had never seen this boy before,but he was clearly kindred. He was tall,his curly black hair slightly swept back. His grey eyes looked at Sophie with a repressed adoration,and Sophie was clearly comfortable speaking with him.Virgil did not realize he was clenching his fist until Sophie’s eyes met his and her face lit up. “Virgil!” She waved and beckoned him over. He waved back but faltered for a moment as he stepped forward,processing the roiling irritation growing in his stomach as the unknown man turned to look at him,a slight frown crossing his expression. How rude. He hit his stride again and approached.“Good evening,my Lady.” Virgil bowed and kissed her hand,admiring her performance outfit for that night,a dark and sharply cut bodysuit adorned with long lace sleeves and matching stockings. Her hair was braided with black flowers and her jewelry sparkled with deep purple and blue hues. “You look lovely,as always…I apologize for my lateness.” He presented the roses. “I thought you might enjoy the color on these ones.” Sophie accepted the kiss gracefully,taking the bouquet with a shy smile. “It’s fine..I am glad you could come tonight.” She inspected the roses closer. “Oh! What a pretty color.Look James,it almost looks like they’re glowing!” Virgil glanced towards the other man. So his name was James? The irritation in his core grew larger as James bent down to look at the rose,getting far closer to Sophie than he needed.Sophie turned back to Virgil. “Thank you so much…Oh!” she paused,looking between the two of them. “I’m sorry,I forgot for a moment that you two haven’t met. James,this is Virgil. He’s an emissary from Rome. He’s been teaching me blood sorcery in exchange for lessons in demonology and other subjects…Virgil,this is James. He’s the childe of Sylviana and a friend of mine-he’s been learning to control his vissitude from Pepere,so we get to enjoy his company quite often.” James looked quite pleased with himself when Sophie referred to him as her friend. Virgil met his gaze,his expression cold as he extended a hand. “I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” James shook his hand,and Virgil had to give him props for keeping a straight face as he applied pressure to his hand. He was aware that this was incredibly immature of him,but something about the fact that Sophie had not called him a friend bothered him. They had not spoken about the kiss since it had happened. Now, this “friend” provided a newfound sense of anxiety to Virgil. Not to mention,their time together had already been cut short,and every moment they spent here was time that he and Sophie could be focused on their studies. Alone. He released Jame’s hand,the younger man stretching his fingers to relieve the pain.Sophie watched the two of them with great interest as the men stared each other down. Their handshake was overly tense and felt like it stretched for far too long. What in the world were they doing? Her focus was broken as she was suddenly pushed,losing her balance and falling forward. Virgil reacted quickly,reaching out to steady her. “Are you alright?! What in the world-” Sophie regained her posture as Radu snuffed behind her,fully pushing his way out of the tent. The large lion observed the group as Sophie glared at him,before lazily walking forward and headbutting Virgil’s arm. The force of the beast was something else,and Virgil had to steady himself so he didn’t stumble back. Radu simply walked away,his tail swinging as he wandered off between the other tents. Sophie burst out laughing as they watched him go,the tension of the previous moment broken. “Well,I think that was Radu’s cue that he would like dinner…and we should certainly use what study time we have left tonight-I want to learn that ritual you mentioned.” She smiled up at Virgil before turning to James. “I will see you later James. Please do tell Sylvie I said hello.” Virgil gave his first real smile to James,keeping his hand firmly on Sophie's waist as she began to turn away. “It was a pleasure meeting you. Do take care.” James hesitated,clearly reading the icy tone in Virgil’s statement. “Yeah..you too. Take care, Miss Sophie.”Sophie did not break away from Virgil, glancing up at him as he escorted her back towards her wagon.She quickly looked back down and smelled her flowers when he turned towards her. He was acting quite protective… His arm stayed around her waist until they arrived,and he stepped forward to offer a hand as she ascended the small set of stairs.Virgil glanced back over his shoulder as Sophie entered the wagon. James stood at a distance,watching him with a frown. Virgil smirked at him. This young welp was no threat…but he felt the possessiveness rising within him. The need to have Sophie all to himself was growing, much faster than he ever expected it too.As they settled into her space, Sophie excused herself for a moment to get changed. Pulling the curtain to her bedroom area closed, she returned a few moments later wearing a soft puffy dress. The flowers were still intertwined in her hair,and Virgil couldn't help but appreciate how they helped frame her face. She smiled at him, motioning to make himself comfortable as she grabbed the books they had been studying from.He settled onto the small loveseat by the desk,taking the grimoire she handed him and flipping to the correct page. He had been looking forward to this…a relaxing interlude,with stimulating conversation and pleasant company. He had just relaxed back into the cushions when Sophie had surprised him.She flounced onto the small seat next to him, pausing a moment to gauge his reaction. He hadn't moved, staring at her with a carefully controlled expression of apathy. She could see the curiosity, and a small burst of panic building in his eyes however, his jaw tensing just a bit. It was time to push the envelope.“I'm excited to finally learn this one!” Her tone was warm as she had leaned in, snuggling up against his side and leaning over him to look at the page. Virgil stiffened as she curled against him, pushing him into the cushions,her long curls cascading around her and brushing against his chin as she leaned down to look at the spell.There was no way to misconstrue what she was doing. He had wanted to hold her closer as he had held her waist on the walk back to the wagon. And now, she was giving him that exact opportunity. His enjoyment of the situation immediately won out over the tactician in his mind,that she was manipulating him for her own gain. As she glanced back at him,he lifted and reached his arm around her.Wrapping it around her waist, he adjusted himself and pulled her in. Sophie let out a small squeak as she pulled her legs up, fully curling herself against his chest, his arm around her as her legs rested on top of his-she had initiated this but was always astonished with how bold Virgil was. He let out a small hum of amusement before lifting the grimoire in front of them. Sophie softly rested her head against his collarbone, enjoying the closeness of his voice as he explained the blood sorcery ritual.Neither of them were focused on the lesson however. As Virgil finished his explanation, he thumbed over the page absentmindedly. “We'll have to draw a ritual circle to actually practice that one. “ Sophie gave a small nod. “I see. We'll have to do that. “ Neither of the pair moved,a stubborn refusal to break their current position.Instead, Virgil flipped to the next page and began another verbal explanation. His hand moved slowly away from her waist,where he had tightly been holding her against him. Sophie peeked up at his face as he did- he was completely calm. His fingers began to gently brush through her hair,curling the soft ringlets around his fingers as he spoke. Sophie smiled,snuggling a bit closer and draping her own arm across his waist.
Their time was up far too quickly, as Virgil’s phone gave a slight buzz from his pocket, signaling the end of the night would be upon them soon. The atmosphere was relaxed, but shy, as the pair slowly untangled themselves from their positions on the couch. Virgil left Sophie with a kiss on her hand, the touch lingering as they retreated to daysleep, their thoughts consumed with the idea of something more.

Reunion

(Written as an AU/canon ending to Sophie’s Montreal campaign that was never finished-where Sophie was a double agent, and had betrayed the entire city/the coterie to her lover and the Camarilla)

Sophie watched the anarchs crowding the room with a growing boredom, anticipation gnawing at her chest. Their plan had been almost a year in the making,carefully entrenching Sophie into the ranks of the Anarch leadership among Montreal. Her deception had worked almost too well,allowing her to form a small coterie with the LaSombra Silas, intent on rebuilding the Sabbat, and the Anarch ruler of Chicago,Genevieve,under the guise of escape from her ‘possessed’ Pépère.It had been hard work slowly erasing memories from certain kindred around the city, to simply forget their interactions with her and Virgil, and in some cases, to forget her entirely. They had been careful with their relationship from the start, and now, one would be hard pressed to find information about Sophie outside the carnival,much less her connection to a certain Camarilla knight. Cherie and Pépère played their roles perfectly. They were no strangers to trickery and they had plenty to gain in this deal. Sylviana had withdrawn to her home after the battle in the temple of whispers,and James had not been frequenting the carnival as often,which would spare them the knowledge of the carnival’s betrayal.She had grown fond of Ginny and her partner Duncan however. They clearly looked at her as a daughter figure, despite her being almost double their age. That had also allowed her to deceive them easier. Her soft features and apparent naivety had easily allowed her to stick close to them-a closested girl who had never left the confines of the carnival, someone to be pitied, someone who needed to be helped. Ginny’s heart was far too soft for the role that she carried,but perhaps that was what made her so good at it. Still, their kindness had earned them a reprieve from the bloodshed that was about to happen. A forged letter had sent them hurrying back to Chicago. By the time they learned of Sophie's actions, there would be nothing they could do.Tonight, the anarch leaders milled around the art gallery that had been used as the meeting space for their activities. It was heavily warded and stood in the middle of everyone’s territories. A strike at the heart of the camarilla was the rallying cry, based on carefully dropped rumors and some purposefully confirmed information. They could do it. They would take them by surprise. Her eyes wandered the crowd, glancing over Silas, who was deep in conversation with someone she knew to be another Sabbat. He was so engaged in double crossing everyone he knew, he had been blind in realizing it was happening to him too. They had shared some moments in their time together,but Sophie knew he was extremely dangerous.The night they had gone to meet his Camarilla contact in disguise had been an amusing one. Elias had regarded “Seth” with a curious expression. Although they had discussed her plan and what she would look like, taking the younger form of her old friend, it was hard to not call her Sophie and break their assumed unfamiliarity.That had been a hard night though. Seeing Elias had only made her miss Virgil more. Although she always had her locket tucked carefully beneath her collar, and his sigil was literally branded onto her skin…being away from him for so long had been torture. She twirled her hair absentmindedly. Just a bit longer…She glanced down at her dress,a soft and form fitting satin. Would he like it? It was not as intricate as some of her other outfits,but it was still beautiful.The cut was quite low,allowing for her chest to be exposed,the locket glimmering lightly against her skin. She wanted to look as pretty as she could for their reunion.The crowd shifted as Baron Matthieu took to the center of the room. She watched closely as the most important kindred shoved their way to the middle, eager to claim that status. The Setite Solomon stayed at the back of the room near the exit, his companions staying close by his side. Sophie smiled. He was a sly one. She had a feeling they would not be engaging with him during this battle. Sophie nervously wove her fingers together. Someone bumped her shoulder as they walked past her.It was Suzanne, the head of the Ravnos gathered in the city. She had been quite irritable towards Sophie, based on her previous connections to Mattuie through Sylvie.She did not feel the carnival deserved to hold such a large territory,much less be here at allShe threw Sophie a dark glare as she walked towards the center. Sophie squeezed her fingers tighter. The innocent doll act was truly reaching its end. She wanted to tear these people limb from limb from their continued disrespect. As the Baron began to speak,Sophie caught the glimmer of the wards outside dissolving. Elias was truly a master at his craft. Sophie raised her clasped hands,almost in prayer,her purple eyes gazing upwards. She stepped forward,her voice raising in song. The kindred at the edges of the crowd began to turn in confusion as she began to sing,projecting her voice loudly over the murmurs around her.The glass roof above the crowd shattered-a shockwave of noise and light as the huge shards came crashing down,impaling some where they stood. There-the brilliant flash of an obsidian blade cut through everything as her knight entered the fray. Virgil’s eyes were focused as he cleanly decapitated the kindred in front of him. Caleb landed directly behind him,drawing his own sword with practiced speed. Around her,people began to try and flee from the sudden attack,but there was no escape outside the doors. The Camarilla had the area surrounded,and Elias stood in wait with a firing squad outside the main doors. The panic was thick in the air as the violence began.Silas immediately jumped back as the attack began-he recognized the blonde man as someone who had been around his contacts. How did the Camarilla get in here?! With Genivieve out of town,this had clearly been planned. He should get Sophie at least ,she was a useful pawn. Silas spotted Sophie and began to move towards her before he stopped. Her eyes were fixed on the tall man who had just come crashing through the ceiling,a flush covering her cheeks as she sang, an almost obsessive glint in her gaze. As he watched,she continued to walk forward,her chest opening up like a flower as she removed something...the final note of her music held in the air as time seemed to slow. Several anarchs attempted to push past her and were suddenly cut in half,the blood spraying upwards as their shocked faces stared ahead. Two large fleshcrafted wings unfurled from behind the Tzimisce he had been roommates with for the past several months,their multiple eyes dancing every which way. A loud crack resounded in the air as Silas’s eyes focused and saw what had caused the damage. Sophie delicately held a whip in her hand,the length swirling around her like a snake made of sharpened bone and gemstones.Some had attempted to start fighting back against the ambush- but this was clearly a losing game. Suzanne suddenly grabbed Silas’s hand,pulling him backwards as the blade of the blonde man cut through the person standing next to him. “I knew we couldn’t trust that little bitch! We need to get out of here.” she hissed,her eyes scanning the room for an exit. Silas glanced down at her before his eyes snapped up to the suddenly rapidly approaching Sophie. “You’re right.” He pulled Suzanne around before pushing her back towards Sophie-somehow,she did not look as young as she had before,the innocent softness in her face gone,her gaze dangerous and focused as she leapt into the air. Her whip coiled around her for a moment as their eyes met,her wings framing her in the moonlight as a vengeful angel of death before the sharp blade at the end lashed out,cutting into,and then through Suzanne. She screamed in agony as it severed her limbs,the edge of the blade grazing Silas before he melted into the shadows. Sophie frowned, irritated at the Lasombra’s quick thinking. It was to no avail however, they knew where his ghoul was. He would be caught before long and annihilated. She landed, meeting Suzanne’s furious gaze as the dying woman thrashed on the ground. Sophie allowed herself a small smirk as she directed her whip towards the Ravnos. She had been right about Sophie,of course,but that did not excuse her rudeness. A lesson learned the hard way.The carnage around the room began to fall silent as the anarchs were either killed or taken captive. Baron Mattieu stood bound with blood sorcery as the Camarilla leaders from the surrounding cities surveyed the damage. Solomon and his crew were nowhere to be seen,and Sophie had no doubt they had escaped immediately. There were plenty of casualties on the Camarilla’s end as well,but it appeared that Virgil’s squad had suffered no damage. Montreal would be under new leadership after tonight. It was finally over. Sophie reabsorbed her weapon,fluttering her wings to shake some of the blood off of them before turning,her eyes searching the room desperately. Where was he?Virgil was on the opposite side of the gallery,wiping the blood of his blade as he also turned. He had seen her as they descended from the ceiling,her hands clasped in front of her as she sang his favorite aria, her gaze fixed upwards and filled with affection as he came into view. A complete picture of beauty. Although the plan had worked as they wanted,it had been months without her. He strode to the center of the room before finally spotting her,the large wings delicately folding themselves behind her as her eyes darted around the room.“Sophie.”She heard his voice and immediately turned to him,her expression tender as she ran to him,droplets of bloody tears beginning to run down her face. “Virgil!!” He easily caught her as she slammed into him,laughing as he wrapped his arms around her waist,spinning them for a moment as the room seemed to fade away. Virgil tilted her face towards his,admiring the way the light sparkled in her purple eyes. “Hello Princess.” he murmured softly before leaning in for a kiss. Sophie’s hands tightly grasped his uniform as she returned the kiss,ecstatic to be in her beloved’s arms once more. They were reunited at last.

Fang of Fortuna

The sun began to set just after 6 as dusk stained the clear sky in a vibrant red. Virgil was seated at the grand piano in the center of a large room, the halls of the manor ringing out with heavy overtones as he passionately struck the chords. Normally he’d devote the early hours of the evening on a day like this to his studies, but today was a special occasion.
It wasn’t long before he heard the front gates outside the property begin to open, with the droning sound of a vehicle driving towards the front entrance. He jumped up from his seat not out of panic, but excitement, for this was an expected visitor. He made his way into the foyer just as a familiar knock echoed across the tile. Virgil composed himself and slowly opened the heavy door.
He was greeted by a tall, older gentleman holding a long wooden box.
“Anton, it’s been far too long. I’m so glad you made it.”
The man smiled and approached Virgil for a large embrace.
“It’s always good to see you, Master Fortuna.”
The two of them sat at a long dining table and exchanged conversation for some time before Anton slid the box over to Virgil. Without wasting a moment, he pulled out a black metal scabbard with a rapier nestled inside.
“Everything should be as you requested.
I repurposed your mother’s old sword just as you asked, and used only the highest quality of materials. The steel is hard, sharp, and nigh indestructible. The hilt decorated with gold. Obsidian flakes along the face of the blade. Even the emerald was cut with delicate precision. It is the most elegant weapon I’ve had the pleasure of forging in a long time.”
Virgil unsheathed the sword to admire its beauty. It was perfect. The weight was balanced better than any other sword he’s held. The metal was polished to a mirror finish. There was nothing else like it.
“And the inscription?” Virgil asked.
“Oh but of course, might be difficult to make out in this room but I assure you it’s there, written in your mother tongue. Right along the center.”
Virgil moved over to a nearby window that looked out into the gardens. He carefully moved open the blind to let a small amount of the remaining sunshine into the room as he held the sword into the light. He angled it to finally reveal the insignia of the Fortuna family at the base of the rapier and the inscription he requested.
Ia-ți lama și mori
“Take up thy blade and die.”
He stared at the words etched into the weapon, the warm reflection of the sun softly burning the corner of his eye.
Anton approached Virgil with a soft grin.
“Quite a powerful message, young master. I sure hope you don’t go dying on me soon.”
The two both share a laugh.
“But I will say this fine sword will make an excellent betrothal gift for your lovely carnival lady.”
Virgil let out a playful chuckle and quickly looked out the window, hiding his blushing face.
“No, no. This one is mine, and as much I hate to say it, I’m sure I’ll be needing it soon. I’ll need it to protect her.”
Anton placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder.
“Then keep it sharp and keep it clean.”
The last of the sun disappears over the horizon. The garden lights flicker on as the moon’s glow slowly creeps into the sky.
“So what will you call this one? Every work of art needs a title.”
Virgil sighed, “I’m so bad with names. What do you suggest?”
The old man pondered a bit.
“Well… the best works leave their mark on history. And those marks come in many different forms. How do you intend to leave yours?”
Moving between thoughts, Virgil ran his tongue across the front of his teeth and bit into it out of frustration. The small taste of blood gave him an idea.
“The Fang of Fortuna.”
Anton smiled. “Perfect.”

Creative Writing Piece from Montreal by Night Session regarding Sophie’s background

The first time I saw the carnival was out of the corner of my eye, as our carriage headed back to the estate. Turning my head quickly, I thought I met the eyes of the ringmaster , strikingly tall. There was a feral feeling left in the pit of my stomach. They were set up in the crook of the forest bend and we blew past far too quickly. How lucky they must be,I thought, to travel and choose their own path.In Fathers office several days later,I was the recipient of devastating news. Earl Laurent was to take my hand in marriage. This damn old lecher had been pursuing me. He had slid his hand down my neck, tiny eyes gazing at me with ill intent. He had squeezed my arm, his fingers adding another layer of filth to the carefully hidden bruises inflicted by father's cane. I resisted. Why did I have to do this?Spittle flew from Father's mouth-"Know your place!!" He turned his back-"Don't be useless like your mother." The fire poker was in my hands-" It is your job to secure support for Claude and bear a son for the Earl." As he turned back around, I embraced the savage feeling in my chest and plunged my weapon upwards into his eye. I kept stabbing, every lash I'd endured every harsh word,every time he taught Claude to hate me. Everything was Crimson. "Sophie?" Claude's voice. I stood, gripping the fire poker, now slick with gore. I may as well finish the job.I stumbled down the dirt road from our estate, headed towards the lights between the trees. I was covered in blood, one of my shoes was gone...I clutched our family seal tight to my chest.There was no regret in my heart. Passing through the entrance, I was greeted by a crowd of performers. Something was different about them. The ringmaster stepped forward, taking my hand and giving it a gentle kiss. Welcome, he said. "Welcome home."We put on show after show. I created the most beautiful dolls. I laughed and hunted with my sister Cherie and the others. I danced and sang and learned many things by pépère's side. We traveled and I watched the nights pass by from my wagon, which slowly became filled with jewels, dolls, occult books and fanciful dresses over the years.I remember most vividly, a human carnival we came across, their animals malnourished and mistreated. The lion locked eyes with me, close to death. A wild beast, starved and lashed, denied its right to be King. Like recognized Like. Pépère's long hand patted my shoulder and he nodded. I killed everyone in that carnival and used them to reform my lion, my Radu. My first Szlachta and my first real friend.

Sophie is studying abroad and gets stood up for a date at a local art museum. She's standing there deciding what to do when Virgil, who works part time at the museum,spots her and approaches.

This is an AU Pairing, for a Sabbat Montreal timeline. Silas belongs to a friend and is not my character.

Silas Castillo is LaSombra, Sabbat, and as evil as they come in most regards. When it comes to Sophie,he has a hard time coming to terms with his feelings for her initially.
Can be overly protective at times.
Film Noir/ Mafia,Fantasy, and College AUs
Big bad wolf who is soft for his lady type vibes OR the most toxic relationship you’ve ever set eyes on. They’re trying to strangle eachother with the red string of fate.

VTM

College/Musician AU

Fantasy AU

Other Art

Laniakea AU

The Laniakea AU is a Macross/Interstellar 5555/Symphogear/Space Dandy/Eureka 7 inspired AU where Sophie is an intergalactic pop idol. In this world, music is a weapon, and while idols are popular to the masses, they're also used alongside the military to support battles against aliens/other humans etc etc. Their voices help boost the mecha piloted by the military and sometimes occasionally directly impact the opponent. Many battle class fleets and ships have individual idols assigned to them, and even occasionally entire groups for larger fleets.At this point of galactic expansion, there are lots of alien races intertwined with the human race.
Sophie is an alien race known as the Laniakea. They are born from "falling stars" -The Laniakea have an almost hivemind like home planet and purposefully send out individuals to explore and interact with the greater galaxy before eventually coming home to be reabsorbed along with all of the information they gathered. Many laniakeans never return, as they take on the form of the species they land amongst, so they are quite rare and can be hard to identify.Sophie has been raised by a doctor and grows up as a human. Pursuing her dreams, she becomes an idol on one of the largest battle fleets and falls in love with an ace pilot named Virgil. In the midst of her rise to fame, the fleet comes face to face with an unknown force deep within the stars, and intense battle ensues. Sophie seems to be special- her voice is more impactful than many tenured idols. As she becomes embroiled in political schemes and entertainment world drama, Sophie learns a startling revelation. The force they are fighting has almost completely destroyed her home planet, and she has a unique ability to become the new queen and core of her species.

Childhood Friends AU

A delightfully self indulgent Bridgerton/Fantasy type AU.
Be warned, there is some NSFW content in the writing.

Timeline cleanup
💜 Meet eachother 3 and 6 (2 ½- 3 year age gap)
💜Grow up together-close bond throughout childhood.
💜Virgil reads Sophie the fairytale, and Sophie proudly proclaims she and Virgil will also get married
💜Receiving etiquette and dance lessons together. Sophie really starts to take singing seriously.
💜Virgil is headed off to military school
💜Virgil comes back for the winter holidays- the two share a very chaste first kiss under some mistletoe during a late moment alone.
💜Virgil heads back to school for the next several years. The two have exchanged letters weekly. Virgil consistently sends Sophie small gifts.
💜Visits in between-Sophie coming to the school with his family
Virgil comes home to celebrate his graduation-after a downpour and a missed carriage, the two spend a much wanted night together (the scandal)
💜Virgil has been traveling on assignment after graduating and unable to return home. Sophie informs him her mother has fallen ill,and her letters begin to drop off before stopping completely. He does not hear back despite sending gifts and letters for her birthday or holidays.
💜Virgil has finally returned home. Sophie is making her debut quite late and the two reunite.
💜He learns of her mothers death and how Sophie's father has pulled her away from society and his family, and also arranged for her to be wed to a far older man.
💜Virgil makes a plan to bring Sophie back home and arrives at her estate only to find her injured. Beats the ever loving shit out of Sophie's father.
💜Takes Sophie back home to the Fortuna household-she'll be staying there-he tells her that he wants to get married but this is not how he will propose. She will stay in their home as a guest learning of high society from his mother.
💜Insists that Sophie enjoy her time- going to parties etc. He insists on officially courting her. She has to be sure she still wants to marry him (she's never been unsure but go off king)
💜Virgil officially proposes
💜Virgil and Sophie marry (cue wedding night spice) and Sophie soon gives birth to the twins💜Virgil’s family-Duke Erwin /Duchess Rhea Fortuna
💜Sophie’s Family-Baron Joseph/BaronessMarianne De Valois

Sophie and Virgil meet very young. Sophie is around 3-4, Virgil is around 5-6. Sophie's mother,Baroness Marianne serves Duchess Rhea, Virgil's mother, as a lady in waiting. They are of a lower noble family, but Virgil's mother is quite fond of them and has a young son who does not have many other noble children around. Rhea and Marianne have also been close friends for a long time,and Rhea insists that Marianne bring her daughter to be a companion for Virgil. They introduce the two children and watch nervously as little Sophie immediately takes the young Virgil’s hand,giving him a huge smile and simply standing there,staring up at him. Virgil is a quiet child and often won’t show interest in people. He stares back down at the young girl,down at his hand which she is holding with both of hers,and back up at their mothers who are holding their breath. After a moment of silence,he nods towards the garden. “Come on.” Sophie’s face lights up and the two troop off together to look at the flowers. The children soon become attached at the hip.Virgil reads Sophie a lot of books. After reading her a fairytale, Sophie excitedly exclaims that she and Virgil will get married just like the prince and princess in the story. She sticks with that narrative until she's about 7 and begins to understand how noble marriages actually work, but Virgil never corrects her in the time leading up to that.

The two share many experiences together,learning manners,etiquette,dance and other skills. Sophie turns out to be a very skilled singer. Virgil learns to play the piano and they duet together for lessons and soon for fun. The pair could often be found in the gardens together, Virgil resting his head in Sophie's lap while she sang to him, a book resting on his chest as he dozed off.Virgil once got in a fight with another young nobleman after he insulted Sophie for being of lesser noble status and “dirtying” the estate by being there. He’s very protective of her. Staff at the Fortuna estate began to joke about Sophie being Virgil's shadow because she's always with him. Talking amongst themselves-would there be a chance they could actually end up together? The two are clearly sweet to each other,and the staff are all terribly fond of Sophie.When Virgil is around 11,he is introduced to another young lady who holds a similar rank. Her name is Catarina Laurent-her family has brought up potential marriage for the two. Virgil ends up blowing her off as she visits around the same time Sophie is supposed to show up that day. This is the beginning of a slight rivalry between the two girls,although there’s no competition in Virgil’s mind.Puberty is a hard thing,and boys are stupid. Sophie arrives at the Fortuna manor one day looking a bit uncomfortable. Virgil surprises her with a hug from behind and is surprised himself when he feels what appears to be wire in the top of Sophie's dress. He asks what in the world she's wearing. Blushing, Sophie tries to maintain an air of elegance- “I-its a bralette. It's quite common for young ladies to begin wearing them as we grow older. “ Virgil frowns-”What? But you haven't even begun to grow there-” his hand gently patting her chest. His error-and almost his final moments, as he realizes that Sophie has indeed begun to develop. She's very jealous of the other girls who are starting to show more in their busts. She turns multiple different shades of red as she smacks Virgil and stomps on his foot. “You jerk!!” He has to carefully approach later with compliments and Sophie's favorite pastry (after begging the cook to make it) to earn forgiveness.The pair continued to spend much of their time together, but Virgil had to leave for military school around 15. He was a genius strategist and was excited to pursue his skills at the academy.

When Virgil first arrived at the school, he was placed in the same room as Elias and Caleb. Of slightly lower noble families,they would become his close friends and right hand men in the future.
The two of them note that Virgil is a very quiet person,who tends to observe before acting, and doesn't seem to react too much. Several months in, they are allowed to start receiving mail from home. Virgil is his normal stoic self until several letters are placed on his desk. The top letter is clearly from the Fortuna estate. The second letter is smaller and has a small violet wax seal. Virgil moves with a speed they've never seen before and opens it,quickly reading it and breaking out into a smile. They're shocked. They had only seen knowing smirks and looks of disdain from Virgil so far. Who in the world sent that letter? They watch him pen a response to that letter before his own parents, and reread the page several times over the next several days.
After pestering him incessantly, Virgil finally tells them the letter is from his friend and childhood companion. He looks away-he has nothing more to say. They stare at him in disbelief before tackling him. After a small tussle he finally gives in and says it's from Sophie. Their grins are wide as they realize it's from a girl.Over the next year, the boys continue to grow closer. They both learn a lot more about Sophie. Every few weeks, Virgil takes off the moment the mail comes in, walking out several moments later with his letter, the purple wax giving it away that it's from “his Sophie” (He accidentally let that slip one time and they never drop it.)

Virgil is able to come home during the holidays for that first year away at school. The Fortuna family always holds a large holiday party with many nobles in attendance.
Sophie and Marianne arrive late due to the weather. Virgil is stopped in the hall by Catarina-there are talks of them becoming engaged. She tries to kiss him,but he sees Sophie standing down the hall watching,holding a small box and looking quite horrified. He inadvertently dodges the kiss because she takes off running and he chases after her. Virgil manages to follow her all the way to the stables. He finds the stablemaster who raises an eyebrow at him. Virgil begs him,asking if he saw Sophie.The man shrugs and shakes his head. "Sorry Young Master....little miss shadow made me promise not to tell." Motioning with his head towards the back stall where Sophie's favorite horse was. Virgil finds her there in the corner, mumbling to the horse who is snuffling her hair. She's startled to see him when he steps inside, but he pulls her up and back inside to a parlor.
Sophie is clearly upset and doesn't want to look at him. She didn't mean to disturb him and Catarina sharing such a special holiday kiss.He forces her to look up at him,but is met with teary eyes and a furrowed expression. Since he's been gone Sophie has really come to terms with her feelings for him, and was so excited to see him-only to see another girl leaning up for a kiss.She pulls away and notes she should return to her mothers side but he stops her and pulls her into a hug. "I missed you Sophie. Please don't leave." She immediately gives in. She’s never been able to resist this guy. She leans in and they just hold each other for a while. He wipes away her tears and leads her over to the couch. He asks what the box is- it's his gift. He smiles,as he has one for her too. They move over to the fireplace to open them. Sophie has embroidered him a handkerchief with his family crest and several peach peonies around it with his initials. Virgil presents Sophie with a golden heart locket,adorned in beautiful floral designs.Sophie is enchanted by her gift. Virgil had saved up for it,and feels happy that she loves it so much. Sly boy that he is, Virgil notices that there is some mistletoe over the fireplace mantle. He scoots in closer to Sophie. "You know I didn't kiss her right?" Sophie immediately blushes. "I-you don't have to explain-" He cuts her off. "There is only one person I want to kiss. That I've ever wanted to kiss. " She's staring at him wide-eyed as he leans in and gently kisses her. They hold it for a moment-an awkward first kiss of youth. Virgil wants to ask her to wait for him but can't bring himself to say it. What if she doesn’t want too..? Sophie snuggles up to him. “I'll wait for you.” She knew what he wanted to hear,and meant it with all her heart. They sit in silence for a while,just enjoying the other’s company. Their parents find them later, asleep on the couch and their hands intertwined.

Virgil returns to school and works hard. Over the next several years, the boys earn more privileges,including a two week period where students' families can come and visit. Showcases are put on, events held, and for the school, it acts as a period to secure funding from the elites.Virgil is out on the field for sword practice when families start trickling in. He's extremely focused-and so doesn't notice that his mother and father have several other people in their party as people begin to file out onto the ramparts. Rhea smiles down at Sophie. It's been a good while since Virgil had seen her, and she's growing into a stunning young woman. Sophie is wearing a shorter riding gown, purple adorned with gold, and her hair is carefully tied in braids intertwined with ribbons in the same color. She's wearing the locket Virgil had given her-Rhea and Marianne have noticed she barely takes it off. Giving her a nudge “Why don't you call out to him?” Sophie looking up in surprise. “May I?!” Smiling wide before stepping forward to the edge of the wall overlooking the field. Once she has spotted him,she cups her hands to her mouth. “VIRGIL!!!” He immediately startles and whips around to see Sophie waving to him from above. The sunlight seems to be framing her as she waves. She had not mentioned she would be coming. Elias trips and Caleb looks shocked as the boys begin to look towards their visitors. Virgil can’t help the smile touching his lips as he shouts back. ”Sophie!” This earns him a flushed smile as his mother and Marianne step forward to also wave. Virgil's friends are incredulous-hitting him in the arm. “That's Sophie?! You forgot to mention how pretty she was…” Virgil giving them a dirty look. “You don't need to know or worry about how beautiful she is.” As he focuses on his sword lesson,a mix of feelings swirls around in his chest. Elation that she was there, and perhaps a bit of protectiveness now that others had seen her.During this visit,Sophie gets to meet Elias and Caleb. They teasingly flirt with her but quickly stop due to the murderous intent rolling off of their roommate.

As Virgil nears graduation, their letters have become more and more flirtatious. Sophie writes to Virgil that she had recently read a certain novel, and couldn't help but imagine Virgil as the male lead…he smiles at this-she was such a lover of romance, it must be something almost sickly sweet. During their outing in the town that weekend,Virgil splits from his friends after noticing the book in the store window. The shopkeeper is fidgeting as the handsome young man buys the book-letting out a startled laugh when he says the girl he's sweet on had mentioned it. He heads back to the dorm to read it-Elias and Caleb come back to find Virgil sitting at his desk, one hand tapping nervously on the book and the other covering his mouth. He appears quite flushed. The novel is an erotic one.Virgil graduates from the academy, and Sophie and Marianne are able to attend with Rhea. The school holds a large celebration after the graduation and award ceremony. There is a dance in the evening hours where the graduates are allowed to bring a date. Virgil asked Sophie months prior in their letters if she would attend with him. Virgil graduates with honors. He is pleased to see Sophie in the crowd with his mother as he accepts his sword from the headmaster.The boys are quite hyper that night as they get ready. Virgil heads out to go have a drink with his Father before they head back together to escort the ladies to the celebration. The adults all insist on going first together in one carriage-Virgil can take the second with Sophie-they’d like to speak with the other parents after all. Virgil is waiting outside for Sophie to come down. When she does,she greets him with a soft smile. She had watched him from the window for a moment before descending,admiring how handsome he looked in his uniform,standing at attention with the new sword at his hip. Her dress is different than usual-a pale ivory blended with different shades of pink,with off the shoulder sleeves and simple pearl jewelry. Her hair is fully down but has soft pink roses intertwined in it. She approaches and curtsies. “Congratulations on your graduation,my Lord.” He bows back. “You honor me,my lady.” They look up at each other before laughing together. He steps forward and picks her up in a hug,swinging her around as she laughs and hangs on.They enjoy a night of dancing together. Virgil shows Sophie the school’s gardens as the night winds down. They share a kiss by the fountain. Virgil escorts her back to their quarters that night,but they make plans for the next several days while Sophie is there. Their parting is hesitant,but he finally kisses her hand and wishes her goodnight. Sophie and Marianne share a tender mother and daughter moment that night as she helps Sophie undress. Marianne kisses her daughter’s forehead. “He is a good one. You should always be careful my darling…the heart can be a fickle thing…but I want you to pursue true love in a way I never got too.”The next several days are spent out on the town around the academy,enjoying shopping and time together and with their friends and family. Virgil wants some time alone however,and wants to show Sophie a little cottage he used during the summers.

They miss the carriage headed towards the shoreline, and so end up taking one of the horses from the school’s stable. Virgil swallows as he lifts her into the saddle and swings up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he takes the reins. Sophie feels hyper aware of the warmth of Virgil's chest against her back,but relaxes into him as they chat and enjoy the scenery.On the way there however, it suddenly begins to rain.They end up totally soaked by the time they get to the little cottage. Virgil quickly gets Sophie inside and lets her know he had left some clothes inside. She should go get cleaned up and get out of her soaked dress so she did not get sick. He goes to stable the horse and gets a fire started inside as Sophie cleans up in the bathroom. He's stripped down to his undershirt and pants and is drying off,frustrated that the weather had taken such a turn. He had really wanted to show her the scenery nearby.Meanwhile, Sophie has found the extra clothes he had mentioned. She holds the shirt up to her face. It smells like him and she lays her cheek against the fabric while she thinks. They'd been very flirtatious as of late,and he had written back that her taste in novels has certainly matured after she wrote to him about imagining him. It had been quite the scandalous thing to do, but he hadn't shut her down and had clearly gone and read the book ... .plus, they had shared at least one kiss everytime she had seen him over the last several years, including at the graduation ball several nights previous…Sophie pulled on the white button up shirt over her underwear-feeling grateful she had opted for the cute lacey ones despite the fact they were going for a horse ride. She put back on her necklace,softly touching the locket and biting her lip as she looked herself over in the mirror. She knew it wasn't proper…but she wanted it to be Virgil for her first time. She always had. This opportunity couldnt be taken lightly. Would he reject her though?Virgil was stoking the fire when he heard her come in behind him. He turned to ask if she was alright-and stopped in his tracks as he took in the sight. Sophie nervously fidgeted with her braid. The shirt was quite oversized on her petite frame- silently cursing the genes that didn't allow her bigger breasts like Catarina. She nervously looked up at Virgil-he was blushing as he stared at her. “Uhm…thank you for starting the fire.” He jumped as she spoke. “I…of course. Sophie,you…” He paused and Sophie braced herself for rejection. Instead,he let out a choked little cough. “You look beautiful. I mean. You always do but. “ He paused and rubbed his temple. Sophie cracked a little smile. It was rare to see Virgil flustered in any way. He sighed,covering his face with his hands for a moment before meeting her eyes. “I have never been more grateful for the rain.”

He reached out a hand, a come hither. Sophie flew to him,and he pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in the top of her hair. He quickly picked her up,walking them to the couch near the fireplace, perching her on top of his lap. He admired her for a moment, running his hands through her hair, gently tracing her cheek, nose and lips with his finger. His hand slowly trailed down her neck before taking the locket in his hand. He smiled and reached into his pocket before procuring the handkerchief-clearly well loved but still in excellent shape. Sophie cupped his face in her hands,placing a gentle kiss on his nose “You know I could have made you another.” Virgil smiled. “I know. But this one is special. The woman I'm in love with gave it to me as a gift the night she promised she'd wait for me.”Sophie froze as she comprehended his words,her cheeks turning bright red, and her eyes welling with tears. Her mother had warned her-it doesn't always turn out like the fairytales and she should be careful. But he said It first,and had always shown it. She threw her arms around his neck. “Well, she's happy to make you a new one anyways. Because she loves you.” Virgil's arms wrapped tightly around her,pulling her closer. “Sophie…Are you sure…? “ his hand was already beginning to slide down her back, and Sophie shivered as his lips gently brushed against her neck. “Yes. I'm sure.” She pulled back a bit and gently kissed Virgil,who returned the kiss with vigor.Virgil unbuttoned the shirt,and Sophie shivered- both from her breasts being exposed to the colder air and the hungry look in Virgil's eyes as he looked at her. He ran his hands down her sides,smirking approvingly at the white lace panties he had revealed. She leaned in for another kiss as he began to fondle her,earning a whimper as he pinched her nipple. Virgil was elated that Sophie purposefully approached him. Her letters had him hopeful,but this was beyond his wildest dreams. He slowly kissed and nipped down her neck before turning that attention to her breasts. He knew she had always been a bit self conscious of them,but she was truly beautiful…she whimpered again as he playfully bit down. Surely one little mark wouldn’t be too bad? The noises she was making however,did nothing to curb his enthusiasm as he began to leave hickeys on her soft breasts. He moved her off his lap and onto the couch as his fingers began to rub over the lace of her underwear. Sophie tried to stifle the moan that rose to her throat as he slowly slid a finger in,relishing in her wetness. He paused,looking up into her eyes. “Sophie. Please let me hear you…” She nodded her understanding after a moment. He smiled,slipping the lace down her legs and leaning down,softly kissing her stomach and thighs as he inserted another finger. Once it seemed like she was taking his fingers okay, he kissed his way down and lapped at her with his tongue. Sophie writhed under him as he teased her. “V-Virgil!” He wanted to do this forever. Maybe he could just lock her up here?Sophie was out of breath but insisted on returning the favor. Virgil laughed,but she was sitting up before he could stop her,and pushing him down on the couch. She could see he was clearly straining under the fabric of his pants,and quickly unbuckled his belt,popping open the clasp on his pants. She gulped as he sprung loose-this was perhaps a bit nerve wracking, but she wanted it, and she wanted him. Sophie looked up at Virgil as she began to kiss softly along his length, working her tongue around him before beginning to take it in her mouth. Virgil could barely keep it together-just the visual of Sophie on her knees, staring up at him lustfully as she sucked was almost enough to send him over the edge.He pulled her up and laid her back down. Softly brushing the hair out of her face,he whispered instructions. “Spread your legs Sophie…that’s it…relax. Breathe for me Princess.” He was nervous- it was his first time doing this in practice and he didn't want to hurt her. There was also a part of him that wanted to live up to whatever version of himself she had concocted in her daydreams. He slowly eased himself in. “It'll hurt for just a moment…” Sophie was staring into his eyes,and he couldn’t help but stare back,completely enraptured in her beautiful amethyst eyes. She reached up to touch his cheek. “It’s okay Virgil..I’m okay.”
It does indeed hurt for a moment as he fully sinks into her and they stay still for a moment,gasping as the sensations flow in. Virgil slowly leaned up and kissed her as he began to move again. It was slow at first, before picking up speed, matching their breathing and rhythm. Sophie dug her nails into his back as the waves of pleasure began to roll through her with every thrust. Whispering soft I love yous into the others mouths, they come together-Virgil pulling out at the last moment to release on her breasts. Virgil pushed his hair back and stared down at her, the firelight illuminating the soft curves of her body, her hair spread out around her like wings,the locket around her neck sparkling-a soft smile- she truly was his angel. He had known since the moment they laid eyes on each other as children that she was special.They snuggled there in front of the fireplace together for a long time,a warm and peaceful silence as they caught their breath. Virgil never wanted to forget the feeling of Sophie’s skin against his,as she curled against his chest and listened to his heartbeat.The storm clouds are finally clearing as evening approaches and they tidy up to return home.
They have a serious talk-Virgil is set to receive his orders at the end of the week and would be traveling for the next several years. Sophie wants to wait still-Virgil promises he will come back as soon as he can.

They write to each other frequently, but Sophie's letters begin to dwindle when she shares that Marianne has become sick with an illness sweeping the capital. Her Father is returning from his business overseas to manage the household again. Her letters soon stop completely. Virgil is stuck on assignment. Sophie's mother passes away and Sophie is now stuck at home with her father,and is caring for him and the household. However, her father is extremely abusive. Sophie had known her parents had a tumultuous relationship-Marianne had been forced into the marriage. But he had spent a majority of his time away on business ventures, and Marianne had taken great joy in working and raising Sophie mainly on her own.He forces her to stop writing to Virgil. He's furious that Marianne allowed Sophie to pursue such a love struck fantasy instead of focusing on securing a marriage to someone of her station, and no one will want a whore who is contacting another man much less someone so clearly above her rank. It would bring great shame on them if anyone found out she was still pining after the Fortuna heir. Sophie has to bite back her retorts-he would probably kill her if he found out she and Virgil had slept together.

Virgil's POV:
Virgil scanned the bustling room. His squad had just made it home and been released from the ship earlier that afternoon. Jonathan,one of their squad, had excitedly shared an invitation to that night's debutante ball-"After all,we're all of age to begin looking for partners,so we may as well go see the marriage pool ourselves.” Virgil had been half distracted during the conversation-he already had someone in mind after all. Elias and Caleb had side eyed him as he stared out the window. They knew he was itching to get out and find out what had happened to Sophie. It would be a blessing to them-his irritation levels had only risen the last two years as her communication had dwindled and then stopped entirely.“Lord Fortuna.” A high pitched voice brought his attention back to the crowd around him. His eyes landed on the speaker. “Miss Laurent.” He bowed. “It is a pleasure to see you again.” The woman waved her fan,a smile spreading across her face. “The pleasure is certainly mine,although you know you can call me Catarina.” He smiled placidly. She never really had given up on swaying his affections, which was irritating. “My, I could never be so impolite to such a lovely woman….say…would you happen to know if Miss De Valois is in attendance?” Catarina's face scrunched in disdain before a slightly cruel smirk spread overtook her expression. “Oh my. You know, she actually is. Tonight is her…” she let out a small snort of laughter. “Her debut, if you can call it that. Quite late in the game and-” Virgil grabbed Jonathan's shoulder. “Jonathan! Let me please introduce you to the lovely Miss Laurent! Please, you should get to know each other. I need to make the rounds.” He was walking away before either of them could register what had occurred,leaving the two stammering in surprise.His eyes scanned the room. She was here. He was desperate to find her. Why had she stopped writing? Had she perhaps fallen in love with another and become engaged? Was she making a late debut due to that? His mind was racing as he glanced around,but everything stopped as his eyes landed on a figure standing against the far wall.Sophie. She had grown just a bit taller, but was still quite petite in her height. She wore a lilac gown, adorned in small strings of pearls. Some of her hair had been braided into two small hair buns, and she still wore her usual braid on the right side,but the rest of her tawny curls cascaded down her back. She wore long white gloves,but her attire was far too simple for someone making their debut. Still, she was grander than anyone else around her.Her expression was downcast though, and she fidgeted nervously with her hands. She seemed thinner and downright exhausted. Virgil bit the inside of his mouth. This wasn't right. The last time he had seen her, she had been all smiles as she snuck a quick kiss onto his cheek as they said goodbye. But at least she was here. Adjusting his collar, he quickly made his way towards her.

Sophie's POV:
Sophie was painfully aware of how awkward she must look. She was dressed in one of her mothers old dresses that she tailored to fit better and be a bit more in fashion, but she is embarrassed to be here. At the start of the party; her father introduced her to an older gentleman named Count Trembley. He had eyed her like merchandise before giving a crude smile and inviting her father to a back parlor to discuss “the finer details”. She hugged close to the wall as the other debutantes danced and celebrated around her. How foolish this must all look to her peers. She missed her mother so much. She hadn't been able to contact Virgil's mother either-her father had completely cut off contact with the Fortuna household and practically kept her on house arrest. She had taken great care to cover the bruises and scars covering her lower back,but they felt quite sore under her corset.Sophie did not notice the small contingent of uniformed soldiers-fresh off the ship and excited to be home- near the back of the hall, or that one of them in particular had noticed her.As she stared down at her dress, a crisp uniformed glove suddenly entered her line of sight, startling her. “May I ask if your dance card is already full?” The voice was deep and warm,enveloping her-she had wanted to hear it so badly… when she looked up, it was into the green eyes of her childhood love, Virgil Fortuna. He was in full dress uniform,and had become even more handsome than she remembered somehow-although she had always been quite smitten with him-from the young child who first led her into the gardens, to the lanky teenage boy who had departed all those years ago to school… to the young man who had cradled her against him in that seaside cottage several years ago.Her first reaction was a mixture of excitement and grief, causing her to choke out his name in a half squeak-”Virgil!!-” Before blushing and covering her mouth. They were no longer children,or even in a place where she could harbor hope of being with him. Her father would beat her if he learned of this mistake. She immediately corrected, standing and giving a perfect curtsy. “Lord Fortuna. It is a blessing to see you returned home safe and well…you honor me by requesting my dance card, but I must decline…”Virgil moved a bit closer and took her hand, kissing it. “Such a quick rejection? I'm hurt- is that why you stopped writing to me as well? “ His gaze moved up her arm to her burning face,and he gave a slight smirk. “You became too beautiful and decided to stop indulging pitiful old me?” Sophie gasped in confusion, flustered. ”What?! No! No…I…” Virgil stood and moved in closer,shielding her from the crowd. Sophie stared up at him, feeling the tears begin to well in her eyes, unbidden. “No…I missed you so much…” His gaze softened. “I missed you too Sophie.” He wiped away a tear that began to slip down her face. “Now now…you look so lovely tonight. No need to ruin your makeup with tears.” His tone was gentle, as he took her dance card from her wrist and marked it. “Shall we? We can dance our way to the balcony area.” Sophie silently agreed, although she was worried what everyone would think about him dancing with her.As Virgil pulled her away from the wall, she shook that concern away. Her life had been hell since her mothers passing and wasn't about to get any better. One dance with Virgil couldn't make her less desirable to suitors than she already was, and her fate had already been decided anyways.The music began and the pair took their place in the dance. They spun perfectly together, complete grace. Virgil smiled, eliciting a smile from Sophie as well. “Remember when we first started learning?” Sophie giggled. “I remember when I first started learning. There was a certain young man who kept disappearing everytime the governess brought up dance lessons.” “Well, I showed up eventually,didn't I? “ Sophie twirled elegantly to the music as Virgil spun her out and back into his arms. “And it seems we're just as in sync as we were before.”As the music ended, they separated,their hands hesitating as they parted to bow to each other. Virgil took in the sight of Sophie under the crystal light of the chandelier,her long hair cascading over her shoulders as she curtsied, the lilac dress hugging her figure. It was like she became more beautiful every time he saw her.The two made their way to the balcony,taking a seat so they could chat. Virgil had just returned from his assignment. He had to know what had happened. “Sophie…where is the Baroness…?” Sophie gaze told him all he needed to know as she visibly fought back tears. He immediately reached out and took her hand “I'm so sorry. She was a wonderful person…” Sophie fidgeted. It was nearing the time when her father said they would depart. “She was.” She bit her lip as she looked down at Virgil’s hand enveloping her own. “It is inappropriate for me to say this, but I am both grateful and furious with fate that it would grant me a reunion with the person I have missed most, and yet do so in the cruelest way possible.”Virgil paused- he could hear the grief and desperation in her voice as she gazed out into the darkened garden. “What do you mean by that,Sophie?” What had happened since their contact had cut off? The clock tolled from inside and Sophie let out a tired sigh. “I am quite positive I met my soon to be husband at the start of this party. This is both my technical debut-late as it was-and the final party I can ever attend as Miss Sophie De Valois.” Slipping her hand away from Virgil,she stood and faced him, taking in his appearance as what would likely be her final interaction with him.They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. His gaze was so different from that lecher she was to be given too. A small smile sprung to Sophie’s lips as she remembered their tryst at the cottage. At least,she had been able to choose her first time. Those bastards wouldn’t take that from her. Pitiful Count Trembley,he was going to pay so much for spoiled goods-and she had no regrets in what she had already done. “Thank you for the dance, Lord Fortuna. I wish you and your family great health and fortune.” Her voice caught, the pause is a bit too long before she quickly turned and headed inside. Virgil's eyes widened as she turned-her hair swaying away from her back for a moment. He was positive he could see what appeared to be a bruise hidden just under the fabric of her corset.Sophie’s father was waiting by the entrance,pacing. He snapped as she approached-what had taken her so long? Apologizing,Sophie steeled herself and did not look back at the bright windows of the venue as their carriage departed.Virgil immediately left after Sophie did, heading straight home. His father was still awake in his office when he returned. They shared a warm greeting before Virgil became serious in his tone. He had been quite successful in his time away from home,and he had something that he wanted. The Duke raised an eyebrow, but summoned the butler to bring them a drink while they spoke.The next week at Sophie's home was as dreary as ever. Only herself,her father and the servants were in the home these days,which felt empty and dull in Marianne’s absence. Her father had seemed quite pleased with the amount the old lecher had agreed to pay for her. He had found out she danced with Virgil at the party however,and was furious. Was she ever going to stop trying to embarrass him? Sophie had snapped back-it was supposed to be her debut,so why couldn’t she enjoy a single dance? She had received the worst beating he had given her so far. A black eye…this was the first time he had marked her face. He had locked her in her room since-under order to stay there and heal. She couldn't look so ugly and bruised for her future husband. Sophie didn't mind staying in the room. The less she interacted with the household, the better. The staff had all been replaced, including the head maid, with people who served her father while abroad,and she couldn’t remember the last time she had a friendly conversation within these walls.Sophie sat on the floor by her bed, the numerous letters Virgil had sent her over the years spread around her. Her father had gotten his hands on some of them and burned them, but she had hidden the others. She carefully read through them, smiling at the jokes and careful descriptions of items and cities Virgil had penned for her. The small trinkets he had sent her every year for her birthday were carefully stored in the music box Marianne had given her for her 10th birthday. The crystal locket from the holiday she had shared her first kiss with Virgil lay in the center,glittering despite the dim light.Her face hurt, but she couldn't stop the tears from spilling out as she cradled the last letter she had received. He had almost certainly sent more, but she had never gotten to see them. Did he hate her? His actions at the party had been kind,but they had not been able to speak long,nor had she been able to explain herself. She had stopped replying so suddenly. Perhaps he had even found a new lover in that time…She had once imagined traveling with him. Of spending their nights intertwined and continuing life together. What a foolish dream that seemed like now.it had all come crashing down so fast.As Sophie curled up against her bed, the door suddenly slammed open. She scrambled up in fear- it was not her father however, but the head maid. She looked panicked. “You need to get dressed. Right now. We have important guests who wish to see you.” Sophie was taken aback. “My face is not healed-” “Your father said to just use powder!! We need to get you dressed now!”
Sophie quickly picked up her letters and music box, shoving them into the top drawer of her bedside dresser before the maid pushed her to the bathroom. Had the old man already come to collect her? It seemed too soon and improper. But her questions were wasted as the servants scurried in and out, the head Maid trying desperately to cover the deep bruise over her eye.Sophie was pushed out of the room and towards the parlor. Her feet dragged and she looked down. This was ridiculous. “THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!” She and the maid escorting her jumped and stopped in their tracks as her father's voice boomed out of the room,echoing her thoughts.
Her hand was already on the door handle,pressing it open,when she heard a reply.The voice that answered him was calm. “It most certainly is not. Sir Trembley has quite earnestly taken back his offer of marriage for your daughter and been insistent that you accept this one instead.”
If Sophie could have wound back time,she would have-or perhaps remembered to look down and hide her injured face. Instead, she opened the door -only to meet Virgil's gaze full on. His eyes met hers before looking over her face,and his brow contorted in fury. Behind him stood Gloria, the head maid from the Fortuna estate, who covered her mouth with a shocked gasp. There were two other soldiers standing in the back of the room, but she barely registered them. Her father's eyes darted to her, his face already red with anger,the vein in his neck seeming ready to pop. He was absolutely ready to kill her this time. Their head maid must have done a horrible job with the powder.

Virgil POV:
Virgil glanced around the dusty parlor of the De Valois mansion. Although he had only visited the home a few times as a child,Marianne had always taken great care in her home's appearance. The place had clearly fallen into disrepair in her absence.
It was no surprise however, as his gaze returned to the red faced man before him. He had heard Sophie's father had a temper,but this seemed excessive. His mother Rhea had been encouraging when he told her his plan. She had shaken her head in sorrow- she had been unable to reach Sophie since Marianne's death and she knew Count De Valois was a difficult man.He had certainly been upset when Virgil had turned up earlier, with Caleb and Elias in tow. Gloria had insisted on coming with him once she learned of the plan. She had watched them both grow up and was very fond of Sophie. Baron De Valois had tried to turn them away, but a boot in the door and mention of his agreement with Count Trembley had made him pause.Virgil had demanded to see Sophie-this discussion was about her future after all. The Baron seemed very uncomfortable with that and insisted she was resting and did not need to come down. Virgil had finally had to threaten-was this Baron really refusing the future Duke Fortuna?-before the man had finally summoned his head maid over and whispered in her ear. She glanced back at them in a panic before scurrying away. The staff all seemed nervous, and the Baron seemed close to losing his temper..Adjusting his shirt collar,he demanded to know why they were here. Virgil smirked. “Well, I'm here to accept the marriage proposal. “ He was met with a blank stare. How was this man related to his Sophie…? There was not even a hint of intelligence there. “Whatever are you talking about?” Virgil sat back. “Ah? So you were unaware. Your daughter-she proposed to me quite a long time ago. She had to wait for an answer-but I am here to officially accept. I realized there was a misunderstanding on Count Trembleys part. He had no idea she was essentially already engaged…He has kindly withdrawn his offer of marriage without argument.” Caleb held back a snort of laughter. A sword being held to the man’s neck had indeed curbed any kind of argument. Count Trembley had been left collapsed on his office floor,after stammering his understanding of Virgil’s violent promises of what would happen to him if he so much as came within a mile of Sophie ever again.The Baron spluttered. “How dare you try to make a fool of me! That little wench…Count Trembley has already agreed to their union!” Virgil cut him off. “Ah-again,he has withdrawn. This proposal between our families has been long standing,and I’m afraid I will not let her back out of it. How embarrassing that would be for me…” The Baron stood,his fury evident as sweat poured down his red face. “THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!” As he screamed,the door opened. Virgil immediately turned,relief filling him as Sophie appeared in the doorway.His mind went blank for a moment as their gaze met. It was poorly covered in a powder several shades to light for her,but her face was clearly marred. He would have expected to see such a brutal mark on one of his friends perhaps,after a night out on the town where they had flirted with the wrong waitress a bit too long. Surely,Sophie,his beloved Sophie,was not standing in front of him with a black eye marking her beautiful face? Gloria’s horrified gasp from his side confirmed that he was not imagining it. The Baron was turning towards Sophie as well. Sophie’s expression was one of despair as she broke their eye contact-turning and running back down the hallway away from the parlor. Time seemed to pause as Virgil stood,his gaze locked onto the Baron,his jaw tense with fury.“You absolute piece of dogshit.” Virgil could barely hear the world around him as blood roared in his ears. Gloria broke the frozen moment as she dashed down the hall after Sophie,and Virgil’s fist met the older man’s face with a force that sent him flying back against the wall a second later. One of the servants screamed as he advanced. Elias and Caleb stepped forward to block anyone from interfering as Virgil bore down on the pathetic excuse of a man in front of him.

Sophie’s POV:
This was ridiculous. Of all the people that Sophie would not have wanted to see her in such a state…she turned and fled, pushing past the maid and running for her room. Certainly this would be another beating later, but she could only take so much humiliation. Why was Virgil even here? What other marriage offer was he speaking of?She barely registered Gloria's voice calling behind her, or the shouting that came from the parlor. “Miss! Miss Sophie!” Gloria had caught her arm before she could make it to her door. Sophie squirmed. She didn't know what was happening but she was tired and scared. “Miss! It's okay. We are taking you out of this place. Right now. What would you like me to have taken from your room? Quickly,show me.” Sophie paused. “What?”Gloria's eyes were filled with compassion as she gently touched Sophie's confused face. “We're leaving sweetheart. Come on, show me what you need from here.” Gloria had always called her that growing up,sneaking Sophie cookies when she stopped by the kitchen. She nodded slowly,letting Gloria take her hand.Thirty minutes later, Sophie sat in a carriage outside her home. What she had left of her mothers jewelry,her jewelry box and sewing kit,and Virgil's letters all sat tucked into a small bag on the seat next to her. As she had shown Gloria her mothers clothes, she could hear loud crashing and shouting coming from the front parlor. She had looked at the older woman in fear-but Gloria had merely shaken her head, her lips a thin line as she observed Sophie's living quarters. Sophie had then been bundled down the hallway and out the front door. Gloria was speaking to another servant in a hushed tone at the front of the carriage.Sophie shrank into the corner of the seat. What in the world was happening? Her head shot up as several figures emerged from the front doorway. She recognized them-Virgil’s best friends Caleb and Elias from the military school. Between them they dragged a bloodied man-on second look,Sophie realized it was her father. He appeared to have been beaten within an inch of his life, and they dragged him out of view. Sophie pushed to the other side of the carriage, peering out the window to try and see where they went.Her attention was sharply brought back around as the carriage door suddenly opened. Before she could react, Virgil's arms wrapped around her,pressing her close to his chest in a tight hug. No words were spoken-Sophie reached up slowly as she began to sob,her fingers digging into his jacket as he held her, his hand slowly stroking her hair.She didn't remember Virgil telling the driver to start moving, or when she had stopped crying,but when she finally regained her wits, she was curled into Virgil's arms as the carriage moved quickly down a darkening road. “Are you alright,Sophie?” Virgil's voice was low,careful,as his eyes searched her face.”I…” her sense of decorum was quickly returning. She tried to push back quickly,but Virgil kept a tight grip. “I'm so sorry…I…what is going on? Why are you here?”“Slow down Sophie. It's been a very intense day…I came to confirm the marriage proposal.” Virgil gently reached up to her face. She could see fury in his bright green eyes.”And circumstances dictated that you leave right away.” Sophie peered up at him in confusion. “What…marriage proposal?”A slight grin appeared on Virgil’s face. He reached inside his coat, and pulled out a tattered paper,handing it to her. Opening it,Sophie was surprised to see a crude drawing of a couple holding hands. Childish handwriting adorned the art-Princess Sophie and Prince Virgil get married and live happily ever after. “This is…I drew this when we were children…” Virgil chuckled and twirled a curl of her hair around his finger. Sophie could feel her face turning red as Virgil's smile grew. His tone was playful but she could tell this was all carefully planned out.“Yes…I know you promised to wait for me..but considering you proposed first,I do hope you don't plan on backing out now…Princess”

The in-between
Maid bathing Sophie, reports the scars on her back.
Virgil having Sophie's father imprisoned-Coming in the morning when she is waking, gently tracing the scars and helping her dress as the dawn light begins to creep in, softly kissing up her back on each one.
Bonding sessions, Sophie showing songs she wrote for him while they were separated.
Insisting she go to parties, sing, and enjoy herself.Virgil tries his hardest to stay out of the way and allow her to interact with others-. She dances a few times at the first party with other interested suitors but is looking for Virgil the whole time.Confession scene in the garden where they first met as children-she wants no one but him, and always has. She doesn't want to dance with others or talk with them. Virgil tells her he won't let her go if that's her choice. A teary eyed Sophie calls him a fool-she never wants to be away from him again.

College AU

Sophie sighed as she leaned against the statue in the center of the museum foyer. Was this really happening? She checked her phone again. It had been an hour waiting at the museum, and her messages remained on read. She had indeed been stood up. So much for an exciting first date during her trip abroad.She bit her lip in embarrassment,holding back the tears that threatened to spill over. Slouching onto the bench, she pulled up her best friend's contact and pressed the call button.Per usual, Melinda was swift to answer,despite the time difference. “Sophie? How's it going? Did something happen?” Sophie paused, before finally answering. “He didn't show up.” She held the phone slightly away from her ear as Melinda released a string of curses. “That bastard!!” “I know. I want to go home but I already bought my ticket…and I've wanted to see the exhibits here for months…” Melinda snorted. “Well, fuck him then. You should still go and enjoy yourself. Take some cute selfies. Treat yourself to something from the gift shop. And please, I am begging you, block that idiot already.” Sophie let out a laugh. Melinda's pure fury on her behalf had cheered her up a bit. She was right. “You always know best Melinda. I'll enjoy the rest of my day.” As they ended the call, Sophie felt a pang of homesickness. If only Melinda was here in Europe with her…shaking her head as if to throw the sadness out of her mind, she rummaged through her bag to find her makeup kit.—--Virgil stretched as he walked out for the back hallway of the museum. He enjoyed his part-time work here,but it had been a long morning filing paperwork. Although he was off for the rest of the day,he certainly could use some coffee. As he strode into the main foyer,a dot of white caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He turned,curious,before stopping dead in his tracks. The white blob haunting the sides of his vision was a large ribbon, secured into the soft brown curls of a beautiful woman who stood by the statue in the middle of the room. She was petite,certainly no more than 5 feet without her small heels. She wore a creamy white dress with slightly puffed sleeves and skirt, attached to a corset top. Delicate pearl jewelry adorned her ears and throat, and she nervously chewed on her lips, smearing away some of the pink tint on them. Long lashes fluttered over soft violet eyes, a small amount of glitter highlighting the inner corners.Recovering from his initial surprise,Virgil noted the disappointment in her face as she pulled out her phone and made a call. She hadn't noticed him yet, and he slowly took a step back to admire the plants along the side of the wall. What was he doing? He really did need some coffee-“He didn't show up.”Virgil mentally threw his morning plans in the trash. Someone had stood up the literal Goddess standing in front of him? He glanced back at her, enamored by the small smile and laugh she gave to the person on the other line. He continued to listen awkwardly,but was delighted at the woman's confirmation that she was going to stay and see the museum exhibits. She sat down on the bench, rummaging into her bag, and taking a moment to fix her makeup. She took a deep breath before standing up, murmuring to herself. “I should take some selfies. No need to waste such a cute outfit on that jerk.” She pulled her camera up, finding just the right angle.Virgil had straightened his vest and shirt,smoothing out his hair. He hoped he didn't have any dust on him from the office, but he didn't want to miss this chance. He came up behind her, clearing his throat.—---“Excuse me Miss, I'm afraid you can't be taking such close photos of the artwork.”Sophie jumped, her finger hitting the shutter button in a panic as she whipped around. “Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize…” The panic came in a rush-stood up on a date and reprimanded for breaking museum rules?! Could this day get any worse!?...She paused as she realized that there hadn't been any artwork in the photo-the statement was referring to her. Her cheeks flushed as the man standing behind her cracked a smile, before letting out a laugh,his hand coming up to his mouth to cover the grin. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.”He was tall,with warm ivory skin,bright green eyes, and chestnut brown hair. He had clear muscle tone underneath the white button up and forest green vest he wore over well fitting slacks and dress shoes. Sophie glanced down,noting the employee badge clipped at his waist. Was this handsome man flirting with her?“N-no,it's okay! I…” she could feel her face burning up. “Thank you…for the compliment.” His smile grew, and he quickly closed the gap between them. “You're welcome. It's a compliment most well deserved. “ He cleared his throat again, looking away slightly as Sophie blinked up at him. “If you can excuse my poor pickup line…” letting out another easy laugh,he turned back to her, extending his hand. “My name is Virgil.”
Sophie hesitated a moment before shaking his hand. “Sophie…my name is Sophie.”“Sophie.” His voice was warm as he spoke,enveloping her like a ray of sun. “It's so nice to meet you.”“Y-you as well!” She stammered. Virgil smiled before snapping the badge at his waist. “I…couldn't help but overhear….that you would be browsing the museum on your own today.” Tilting his head towards the entranceway,he gave a slight nod before extending his arm to her. “I happen to be a bit of an expert… if you'd like some company?” Sophie could see a slight flush crossing his ears and cheeks as his eyes nervously searched her face. This was quite a twist to her day, but honestly, why not? Giggling, she took his arm. “I'd enjoy that very much.”—
Virgil breathed a sigh of relief-and victory-as Sophie took his arm,curling her fingers around his sleeve and looking up at him shyly. He led her through to the first exhibit, making a small pitstop to pick up some 3D glasses and information pamphlets before they began their tour.The conversation flowed easily. He pointed out special pieces,and Sophie listened attentively. The museum was quiet,allowing them time to stroll and chat. He shared about himself, that he was studying for a masters in military strategy and worked parttime at the museum. He lived with his two best friends and enjoyed playing the piano. Sophie perked up when he mentioned that he played. “Do you enjoy music?” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, admiring the painting in front of them as she spoke. “Well,you could certainly say that.”Sophie shared that she was visiting from abroad, here to visit the local performing arts academy. He couldn't hide his surprise when she told him her speciality-Opera. Pulling out her phone and headphones, she beckoned him closer to watch a video of her performing an aria. Virgil leaned down, their hair brushing against eachother. He watched closely,enraptured by her voice. As the music faded, he glanced back up to find Sophie's gaze on his face. She jumped as their eyes met, causing the headphones holding them close together to jerk slightly. She quickly pulled hers out. “Uhm. What do you think?” Virgil removed his own headphone,carefully laying it into her hand. “Your singing is immaculate.” He was surprised that such a small frame could carry such a strong voice. She smiled up at him,her expression soft and happy-what a lucky man he had been to be cursed with the monthly paperwork that day.As they browsed through the other exhibits,Sophie hesitated by a large oil painting,fidgeting with the braid in her hair. “Virgil…uhmm…was what you said earlier true? Or can we take some photos with the art pieces? “ He stopped,chuckling. “It was merely me being cheesy because I wanted to talk to the beautiful woman standing in the foyer. Would you like me to take some photos of you?” Sophie's expression brightened as she took her phone and handed it to him. “Yes, please!” Setting her bag down, she moved towards the painting, twirling slightly, her long curls swaying as she did so. Smiling flirtatiously, she smoothed out her skirt as Virgil knelt to take the shot. “I'm so glad I didn't get dolled up for nothing today…the museum staff here are extremely helpful…” Her hand made it's way up to her mouth, her fingers delicately touching her lips as Virgil watched her within the camera. “And handsome, to boot.”
—--Sophie felt a pang of excitement as she watched Virgil's expression, his eyes widening at her comment before a tiny smirk crossed his mouth. His eyes came up from the phone screen to meet hers directly. “I do hope you'll leave a 5 star review of your service.” He winked,sending a tumble of nerves into her stomach.He guided her through the rest of the museum, making jokes and telling stories as they wandered. Sophie couldn't believe how comfortable she felt with this man. She barely felt the frustration of her morning,and her laughter at Virgil's silly comments on the tour had been genuine. As they rounded out the final hall,Sophie spotted the gift shop and felt her stomach drop. Was it over already? The last few hours had been wonderful. She didn't feel ready to go back to her hotel room…or to finish out the next three weeks on her own.
—-
Virgil glanced down as Sophie's steps suddenly hesitated. They were finally done with the tour, but he didn't want to leave her so soon. “How about we browse the giftshop together?” Sophie smiled, happy he had extended their time together. “Yes, let's do that!” She grabbed his hand without thinking,pulling him with her. He wrapped his fingers around hers instinctively and let her lead him into the shop. She seemed to realize her action as they approached the wall of art prints, and he felt disappointment when she let go, stammering a quick apology.They looked over the various books,games and art pieces together before Sophie settled on a small plush swan and miniature art book of her favorite exhibition. Virgil scooped them out of her hands despite her protests. “My treat.” He was stern in his tone, but gave her another wink as he turned towards the register. “My employee discount comes in handy in this situation.”Sophie gently accepted the small bag as he escorted her back to the foyer. “Thank you so much…my day turned out wonderful thanks to you…” Virgil brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Thank you for accepting the invitation. I've never enjoyed giving a tour so much.” The air was heavy as they stared at eachother for a moment, before they both began to speak at the same time. “Soph-” “uhm, I was wond-!”They stopped, laughing at the awkward cutoffs. “You first. “ Virgil prompted. Sophie smiled. “I know this might be a bit forward, but could I have your phone number? Or…a way to contact you. “ she shuffled her feet nervously, squeezing the bag from the giftshop. “I'd like to repay you…” Virgil was immediate in his answer. “Of course. I'd also like to ask, if you're free tonight?” Sophie looked up in surprise. “I need to make a quick stop back at my apartment to change, but if you don't have dinner plans…”
Sophie's eyes went wide at the invitation. “Oh! I'm free. I'd love too join you.” Virgil smiled and took her hand, placing a soft kiss on it.
“Great…I look forward to seeing you tonight,Princess.”—--
Sophie had to keep herself calm as she waved goodbye. She glanced down at her phones new contact-Virgil Fortuna-before quickly scrolling to Melinda's profile and hitting call.“Melinda!! You're not going to believe how my day has gone.”