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Oranjestad


Oranjestad is the capital and largest city of Aruba, a constituent country of the Kingdom of the Netherlands. It is located on the southern coast near the western end of the island country. In the local language, Papiamento, Oranjestad is often referred to as "Playa".

oranjestad, aruba
capital of aruba

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Vasilina[]

Tsarina of Russia – Consort to Polina
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

Vasya was still going over the list of her family members periodically but she changed nothing, nor did she take any action. Vasya didn't really know where to start in terms of who the leak could have been, or investigating it (she hated true crime). In truth, this was Polina's area of expertise and Vasya had no experience in snooping. Not that she'd brought it up often again after the night before they left that new safe house. Apparently it wasn't that safe. From what? Vasya could only assume. Vasya had taken one look at Polina's face and didn't press. She was still in no mindset to be pushy. She'd grown out of the snarkiness, the short temper, initially. Though–Vasya being short tempered towards her family, particularly Polina, wasn't really anything and it was probably like a bug flying into their face. Tolerable. She'd mellowed out. A lot more quieter than usual, unable to settle, withdrawn. However, the sun and beach seemed to be helping her out. The new location helping her separate herself from what had happened in England. Allowed her to not flinch every time she saw one of her kids. Actually be able to be left alone with them. She even seemed to find it easier to sleep at night. It was just after the kids bedtime and Vasya was in the water, the water coming up just a few inches above her ankles. She was dressed in nothing but a silk robe. It wasn't provocative and it almost looked like she was going to go out further. The sun had just set and Vasya didn't quite know where Polina was. Perhaps with the children. Vasya's cheeks were a little red, a little sunburnt, but she'd put on a magical cream that curbed the affects of the burning sun she had little experience with.

Vasya WB 81

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romanova, polina

koldovstoretz alumna — royal consort of russia
[ AGE ] twenty-seven.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] royal consort.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] married.

The horrible truth is that Polina knows who the mole is, and the only reason she hasn't told Vasya is because she knows her wife can't handle that information right now. It's a headache to deal with later down the line; she doesn't want to set her back in the recovery process that has actually gone on quite well since their arrival. Hiding out in South America certainly turned out to be the best decision she could have made. Nobody would suspect them to be there, and it was so different to where they'd lived so far that it was genuinely refreshing and reinvigorating to be there. The perfect solution. Anywhere else, you wouldn't catch Polina leaving her sleeping babies in a sealed, protected nursery to follow Vasya out to the beach during the late evening. You just wouldn't. But here? Showing up quietly barring a soft hello to announce her arrival without scaring Vasya, wrapping her arms around her wife's midsection and tucking her chin into her neck to place a small kiss to the exposed skin, feels right. Safe. Peaceful. Idyllic. It's the first time she's felt any of this in a long time, even with the reality she'll have to face once again eventually. "Why are you out here alone, moya lyubova?"

Polina royal wb

V

Tsarina of Russia – Consort to Polina
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

Vasya drew in a breathe the moment Polina’s arms wrapped around her. Vasya might have been worried it was a stranger when she heard someone approaching, and she was briefly, but she recognised the scent of her wife. Of course she did, it’s what she woke up to and fell asleep to. What she first noticed before she even opened her eyes. In all honesty, Vasya wasn’t sure if this was creepy or not-but the perfume grounded her. Tied her down to reality. So even though she might have begun to tense, she relaxed completely the moment she realised who it was. Vasya didn’t know, of course, that Polina knew who it was. Whilst Vasya had verbalised that she believed Polina was right, that it was someone in the family, there was a part of her that hoped they were wrong. It was a part that was holding out hope. It’s easy to say you can handle something, that you’re strong, until you’re forced to live through it. Vasya’s hands went down onto her wife’s arms, rubbing circles into the skin. But soon, it turned into Vasya taking a fistful of Polina’s sleeves, as if she was afraid of Polina suddenly disappearing. “It’s a full moon,” she responded. It wasn’t, it was on the verge of being one but a circle was a circle even if it was a little wonky. “And I was waiting for you. Are…are the kids still asleep?”

Vasya WB 86

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romanova, polina

koldovstoretz alumna — royal consort of russia
[ AGE ] twenty-seven.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] royal consort.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] married.

Polina notices the slight shift in demeanor as soon as Vasya starts tightening her grip on her sleeves. It's a little disconcerting, but worst comes to happen, if she's having a panic attack, she's dealt with them before. In any case, she's perhaps naively clinging onto hope that caressing the exposed parts of her midriff and pressing another soft kiss to her neck would lull her into at least something adjacent to a calm, relaxed state of mind. "Hey, hey," she whispers, aiming for a soft, soothing tone. She lifts her head, kissing her temple. "They're asleep, safe. I had to nurse Lidiya with what you'd already pumped out, but she's out, too." Polina presses a third kiss to her temple and an accompanying one to her cheek. She then places her chin back on Vasya's shoulder, resting it there as she glances up at the aforementioned full moon. She realizes fairly quickly that it isn't, in fact, a full moon, but she doesn't have the room in her heart to point it out to her wife. "You should come in, too. Try and sleep a little."

Polina royal wb

V

Tsarina of Russia – Consort to Polina
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

It did–of course it did, Vasya's soft spot had always been Polina. She knew, deep down, that if Polina pressed for something, held her ground, then it was going to be Vasya who caved first. Vasya liked giving Polina what she wanted, she liked knowing she made her wife happy. Of course, there were often times when she couldn't do it which ended up causing Vasya a lot of misery. "Lidiya? Better her than Alexei," she whispered, with as much kindness as possible. It was always him who was the most difficult to put back to sleep. She mustn't forget, she was going to have to turn to the pumps soon. She hadn't really been able to nurse the babies, so they'd turned to the alternatives. "No," she said, a little firmer than she intended or meant to, and she winced, "not yet." Then Vasya hesitated. "Unless you want to sleep, I can come in then." She wasn't going to think Polina was going to be anywhere near their bed if Vasya was still outside. Vasya was willing to lie down if it meant Polina would get some shut eye.

Vasya WB 85

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romanova, polina

koldovstoretz alumna — royal consort of russia
[ AGE ] twenty-seven.    [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] royal consort.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] married.

Polina would never take advantage of Vasya's blatant weakness if it wasn't for her own benefit, like to get her to sleep. So while Vasya thinks she's about to trick Polina into getting some rest, Polina is thinking the same of her. However, there's something more pressing that Polina feels inclined to broach now before they head back in, because if she doesn't... she honestly doesn't know if she'll ever tell Vasya, and as far as she's aware, if there's anyone that should know, it's her. After about a minute of blissful silence in response to Vasya's objection, she finally sucks in a breath and opens her mouth. "We need to talk." Nothing good ever follows those words, and she's sure the other woman knows that, too. She won't lie to her. She never has — not since she was fifteen — and she doesn't plan to start now. So she doesn't. Instead, she tightens her grip on Vasya's hips, gently bidding her to turn around to face her. "I know who the mole is."

Polina royal wb

V

Tsarina of Russia – Consort to Polina
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

For a moment, she thought that maybe tonight would be a peaceful one. Maybe they would both fall asleep and nothing could turn for the worse. Until Polina said they needed to talk and both her heart and stomach shot straight down onto Satan's lap. This is too much, too stressful, I brought you here so I could make it easy for you. Soften the blow. I would like a divorce. I'm taking the kids too. Was that a possibility? Would Polina even be able to take the children? Vasya's lips dipped into a frown, almost a pout, and she forgot to keep on breathing until Polina turned Vasya around and she released the caught breath the moment she saw her wife's face. At least, even if she was being divorced, she would have a nice face to look at at the same time. A nice view as her heart shatters. Trapped in her thoughts, she almost didn't actually register what Polina was saying and she almost wished she didn't. At least she wasn't being divorced. Vasya's eyes blinked a few times after the sentence was there, out in the open, and then Vasya blinked a few times more. "You know who the mole is?" Vasya asked in perfect French, unconsciously before the weight of the sentence really settled down and what Polina said registered and she took in a deep breath. "You know who the mole is," she repeated in English this time, and she almost wished she had her back turned so Polina wasn't watching Vasya go through seven different emotions in thirty seconds. She spoke such a game when she agreed it was someone in the family, but did she really want to know? She could do it. Tell Polina to deal with it–but Vasya would figure it out eventually. If it was someone in the family then she'd know the moment that person disappears it was them. Vasya straightened her back, her face tightening slightly, but not to show wariness, or control, or anger–she looked tired more than anything. The dark circles becoming even more pronounced. "Who?" She asked, a bad feeling in her stomach that made her feel sick churned.

Vasya WB 85

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