carmilla x rosie

stressful meeting

The Vees were insufferable. Each and every one of them.

The past meeting may have been to highlight what could be done after a severe extermination; twelve percent of Pride’s denizens lost to the attack. Alastor gave no rumbling fuss, his ever present radio garbling not even doing enough to disrupt her, even if he did have more than two cents to chip into the conversation against her. No, it was Valentino and Vox, arguing and picking a fight with her, among other things. Their bicking with her caused Zestial to step in, and while Carmilla handled everything with tact and confidence, she was still infuriated. Hardly any work was done. It came down to an argument of who could provide More coverage, more influence, and the Vees treated it like a game.

All in all, Carmilla stayed behind, wanting more time to recover and deflate. Even her daughters which normally stayed by her side knew their mother needed more time, and thus parted ways. It left Carmilla in the meeting room, empty and by herself, currently with no vice to stick her to anything specific. She was alone with her thoughts, even those imposing and violent. She gripped the table at some point, leaving more scratches in her wake. The table had been buffed and filled so many times by then, repairing the marks she herself had left.

She was working towards calming down still, not wishing to face anyone or anything else until she did. The door, however, opened and shut, and she didn't need to lift her head. “Ay cabrón.” She muttered the curse low and under her breath before she perked up to see her visitor. “The meeting is over, Rosie.”

The tall, slender and beautiful overlord had reentered the room after some time, concern laced over her sweet features. Carmilla dreaded seeing her like that. “I know.” She spoke calmly, her voice still sweet but low. “I was worried about you.”

Carmilla raised her hand and shook her head slightly. “There is no need to be. It was simply an infuriating meeting.” At least she was telling herself that was all there was to it. “I’ll be fine.”

Somehow, though she knew very well why, that didn’t repel the woman at the other end of the room. Rosie stepped closer, and Carmilla had to keep a steady breath. She knew why exactly she was continuing to get closer, and she honestly wasn’t sure if that was the best choice at the moment. There was a very specific method Rosie had to ease her down from her troubles, and most usually when she had tried to isolate herself to resolve them. This fit one of those scenarios, and she wasn’t sure how she felt with the setting.

Finally she arrived a few feet away from her, her umbrella carefully placed on the table, and one hand lingered close to one of Carmilla’s own. “A meetin’ that had you sendin’ out Odette and Clara. I know how much you must be strugglin’ when you send them away.” That hand inched closer, until her pinky finger lightly brushed the side of her own hand. “Come on, sweetie. I’ll lend an ear. Or whatever you need.” The last bit was said with a hint of suggestion. Suggestion that Carmilla knew very well what it meant.

She glanced around the room, from the windows lining it, to the door that she wasn’t sure was locked. She could use the relief, there was no doubt. The scratches in the wood beneath her hands spewed that truth for her painfully well. “Rosie. With the state I am in, I don't want to hurt you.” Carmilla said, gentle yet firm. “Perhaps later.”

A suggestion blatantly ignored. Rosie made a step closer and her hand moved to settle properly on top of Carmilla’s for the time being. “A little bitin’ and scratchin’ never hurt anyone.” She responded, smiling a slight. “Especially not lil’ ole me. And, really, You think I didn’t see how you glared once Alastor got here? Pullin’ that chair for me so he could purposefully sit closer?” She tilted her head, her sharp teeth now only hidden briefly by the smuggest of little grins.