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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (93a/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-07-12 12:30 am (UTC)(link)Tullia detaches from Valeria’s skirts, and runs up to the nearest kennel box, a dog and a half dozen still-nursing puppies in it. She squats in front of the locked gate, and sticks her fingers in through the chainlink.
“Hi, mama,” she whispers. The dog's tail beats on the floor as she whines.
“What are their names?” Lucinda asks. Valeria leans back against the gate, and Lucinda leans next to her, watches Tullia.
“Mama there is Spots, the puppies haven’t been named yet. Next to her, that's Rango. Next to him is Amigo, next to her is Lulu.”
Lucinda laughs.
“Who is naming these dogs?”
“Me and the little girls,” Tatiana’s daughter replies with a grin. “He’s given them all sorts of fancy Latin names, but I don't give a shit and the girls want to have some fun.”
“Do they respond to their names?”
“No, were careful. You know what he'd do if he caught us ruining their training.”
Lucinda nods, watches as Spots butts her head up into Tullia’s hand.
“What do you feed them?” Lucinda asks, sinks to a squat as Valeria pushes off the wall, goes to get the dog feed out of the locked cabinet just inside the gate.
“Brahmin, bighorner, dogs that don't make the cut. Same as when you did it.”
Lucinda hums.
“Which is his favorite?” She studies the line of kennels, the dogs whining as Valeria tosses meat over the tops of the gates. Valeria laughs.
“Aeliana told me about what happened after the first time.” She hums a tune to herself, doesn't look at Lucinda but doesn't ignore her either, keeps one ear turned, keeps Lucinda just inside her peripheral vision. Lucinda watches. The girl is strong--takes after her mother, broad shoulders and wide hips, soft through her middle, round face and ringlets she does up into twists. Doesn't look like blond little Tullia and Valentina, who look so much like their father it's uncomfortable to watch them, doesn’t look like either of the boys with their brown hair, the older tanning only to his father's color, the younger tanning darker, still not to his mother's color though.
Valeria coughs into her shoulder, dry, unproductive. Lucinda watches the side of her face.
Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (93b/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-07-12 12:31 am (UTC)(link)“He still won't share?” Lucinda asks. She settles onto the floor, stretches her legs out, pats her thigh under her dress, where she has a lighter--her last-resort backup--and a pack of cigarettes tucked against her skin. She digs the pack out as Valeria snorts and rolls her eyes.
“The day he shares will be the day someone is holding a knife to his throat and demanding he let one out.” She leans her shoulder against Anatolius’s gate, watches Lucinda as she arranges the pack, the lighter, her skirt, across her lap.
“Can I smoke here?” Lucinda asks. Valeria shaked her head, points to Tullia, and makes a sweep-away motion with her hands. Lucinda immediately tucks everything back under her skirt, loose, and primly folds her hands in her lap.
“Tullia, why don't we let Mama Spots feed her babies. Aunt Lucia is gonna stay out here and watch the dogs for a little bit, alright? She’ll come back inside in just a little while.”
Lucinda leans forward as Tullia turns to look at her.
“I’ll even let you play with my bird, if you want.” Lucinda says, low, smile on her lips, glancing around like she's letting Tullia in on a big secret. Tullia's eyes go wide.
“But you have to go inside right now, alright? It's time for you and Valentina to have a snack.”
“Okay,” Tullia agrees, pulls herself away from Spots’s kennel willingly to grab Valeria’s hand. Valeria gestures to Lucinda, raises two fingers to her lips like she's smoking, nods once, and Lucinda nods back, shuffles her cigarettes and lighter back out once Tullia is gone from the kennel.
She tries not to cry when the nicotine hits her lungs, the tension of the last week and a half not quite unspooling but suddenly more bearable.
Valeria comes back, five minutes later, no child in tow, and Lucinda holds out the pack. Valeria takes one, and the lighter.
“It's almost impossible to get any good ones if you don't have the money to spend or favors to cash in with the right people,” Valeria sighs, settles next to Lucinda and stretches out her own legs.
“Need to get more indispensable,” Lucinda replies. “Deliver a few babies, offer up a coat hanger or two, work somewhere you can be friendly and tell jokes.”
“Don't have a husband, can't get a job.” Valeria shrugs.
“He won't let you?”
Valeria shrugs again, doesn't look at Lucinda.
“I know some people, I can get you in.”
“I don't want to make too much noise,” Valeria says, soft. “I’ve seen what happens to other girls who make too much noise.”
“I have clout,” Lucinda replies. “I know the right women to get you anywhere.”
“A lot of people know what they want to do with you.” Valeria shakes her head. “A lot of the women are afraid to be around us just in case it rubs off on them.”
Lucinda stays silent, watches Spots rearrange her puppies.