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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Veronica Sterling</span><br/><b>Time:</b>July 20th, Early afternoon<br/><b>Location: </b>Darke Manor, Casoria, Italy<br/><b>Mood Song:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DbOcXB_Kj0BE%26list%3DRDBevws2UDtpw%26index%3D9&amp;hash=11f42e412a370a511e7234302ec29c9c" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOcXB_Kj0BE&amp;list=RDBevws2UDtpw&amp;index=9" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">115 - Elena Siegman</a><br/><b>Wearing: </b>As picture, plus Tristan's jacket<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Auriella (<a class="username" data-user-id="10864" data-username="Anaris" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10864/">Anaris</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning:</b>Idris, Vincent<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Veronica smiled softly at Auriella, and even allowed her eyes to water a little. Her mother really was as kind of a woman as she had imagined. Perhaps she would have understood if Vincent had simply raised Veronica alongside their own daughter. Maybe Father was the real problem after all...<br/><br/>She shook the thought from her head and quickly wiped away the tears. "No, I found what I was looking for just now. Something better actually." She wanted so much to approach the older woman, to hug her and receive the motherly love she had been denied for over a decade. But Veronica was more worried about how Auriella would react to sudden movement. After all, she was the intruder in her mother's home, and surely the raven-haired woman had seen the carnage Veronica had left in her wake just getting to Idris' room. What if Auriella knew of Veronica's true power, the part only her and Vincent understood? Would her mother recognize that she was no simple psychokinetisist? Was Auriella already afraid of her strength and simply hiding her fear out of self-preservation?<br/><br/>"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have destroyed Idris' room." Veronica said, her voice losing it's usual sharpness and barely reaching Auriella's ears. It was the first time in a while that Veronica had felt anything other than anger, loneliness, and her sadistic urges. It felt... weird. Remorse and regret were never emotions she had been very in tune with anyways, but for the hardened shell around her heart, the one she had spent years crafting, honing, weaponizing... For it to be shattered so quickly but just the smallest amount of tenderness and care...<br/><br/>Gods, she was such a gullible girl. This was a defense tactic, nothing more. Auriella would draw her gun the moment Veronica let her guard down; she could see the outline of a holster at her mother's waist. And if Veronica wanted to make it out alive, she would have to keep enough of her wits to calculate anything that happened... Or she could escape now, before Auriella did anything to hurt her. Veronica could destroy an exterior with ease, so why wasn't her brain choosing that option yet? Was there something she was missing? Hell, there wasn't even a need to calculate for the wall; anything beyond a certain force would punch a hole through it, and at the far end of the scale it would disintegrate on contact with her power...<br/><br/>And yet she was staying still, waiting for Auriella to decide whether something would happen. It was so unlike her to let others decide what she did... Not even Vincent could tell her what to do any more; she wouldn't allow him to until he apologized for locking her back up in that god forsaken prison of a mansion.