Oxana Astankova AKA Villanelle (_villanelle_) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2019-07-04 22:41:00 |
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I Should Have Aimed for Your Heart
Who: Villanelle
Where: XMH
When: Not long after these two posts
What: Villanelle paying Eve a visit while she's in the hospital
Rating: Eh. I guess it depends what you think murderous intent should rate
Status: Closed; Complete
While she hadn't told anyone (as only a few minutes had passed since her disappearance and return to Galador), Villanelle had gone back home for a spell. She'd feigned her original injury and took advantage of her situation until she was 'back on her feet'. Life passed as it normally would have (whatever you'd consider normal for a psychopathic assassin); so much so that she almost considered her brief time on Galador a dream. If it wasn't for the healed scar on her abdomen, she might have.
Her last encounter with Eve hadn't been favorable. She thought that they'd run off and create a new life together. Eve back-peddled and said that she was going home. In a fit of rage and genuine upset - Villanelle shot her. Shortly thereafter she was transported back to Galador.
After reading on the network that a woman arrived with a gunshot wound, Villanelle couldn't help it but wonder--could it be? Did Eve finally find a way back to her after all? Did she care? Or did she want to end her and be done with her? Only one way to find out. After staking out the hospital for roughly a day she noticed that she looked passably like one of the nurses, she bought herself a wig, then secreted herself into the staff changing room, stole the woman's uniform ("ew") and ID badge from her locker after the woman had finished a shift. She picked up enough of the nurse's speaking voice that she hoped that no one would look at her twice.
No one did.
Villanelle was usually the type to put on a show. She hated things that she considered 'boring'. But this time she chose to be subtle. She wasn't entirely sure that it was Eve who had arrived. It could very well have been another victim of random violence. She doubted it, but better to be safe than sorry. She'd carefully cultivated a sweet persona here and she wouldn't want to see it ruined so quickly for a stranger. She picked up the patient clipboard outside of Eve's room and looked it over. Gunshot wound. Female. Roughly Eve's age and physical appearance. "I just want to double-check something before I head home," she told the security guard posted at Eve's door, affecting the nurse's voice. She didn't look at him, nor did he appear to look at her. Instead, he waved her inside. Pleased with her subterfuge, Villanelle entered the room and looked over toward the bed.
She exhaled. It was Eve. Her Eve. She knew it.
She set the clipboard down on the nearest surface and looked around the room, slipping a hand into her shirt pocket. There were cameras. Of course there were cameras. They weren't fixed with audio equipment, however, so she chose to speak while she pretended to look at Eve's vitals on the monitors. "I should have aimed for your heart, you know," she murmured, making sure to turn away from the cameras each time she spoke so the potential for any kind of lipreading was virtually impossible. Overly cautious for her, yes; but she liked the life that she'd created here. Her moods could turn on a dime, however. She could just as easily smother Eve if the mood took her. "You broke my heart. I didn't think that was possible, but" she rolled her eyes "here we are."
"I wonder if anyone would care if I choked the life out of you right here," she murmured, speaking in her natural Russian accent this time. She tucked Eve into the bed and leaned in closer as she did so, so that they were face to face. She closed her eyes and breathed in Eve's scent. She still loved her. Or whatever passed for love for someone like Villanelle. Would she or wouldn't she? Could she forgive Eve's rejection? Could she swing her back around to her way of thinking? Villanelle decided that she wanted to try. No matter what world she lived in, she doubted that it'd be so interesting if Eve wasn't in it. She stood back up and rather than producing the small surgical knife that she'd been holding, she pulled out a rich red apple that she'd taken from the staff locker room. She placed it on Eve's bedside table.
"I've decided to forgive you. I forgive you, Eve." She took one last lingering look. "Don't make me regret it." And with that, she exited the hospital room, leaving Eve Polastri very much alive.