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The fourth floor is where patients go if they have injuries related to spells, which ranges from jinxes to unforgivable curses. This is one of the busiest floors in St. Mungo's, and so it is the biggest but also will take a patient longer to get through. The Janus Thickey Ward is also located on this floor, a long-term residence ward which is usually kept locked.

St. Mungo's Hospital
fourth floor
St. Mungo's Hospital for Maladies and Injuries

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Spencer and Ana[]

AnaPwb

Anastasia PetrovaGryffindor Alum • Deputy Head Healer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Dep. Head Healer
「 Relationship 」
In Love

At first, all Ana registered was him. His scent. So she first assumed, without opening her eyes, that she was back in his house that maybe the rest was just a bad–and then it hit her. It was not a bad dream. Her eyes sprung open and automatically began to try and sit up, just to feel sharp pain jolt through her body and she fell back onto the bed. If someone looked at her clipboard, they'd see a sentence do not let her get off the bed under any circumstance that was underlined in red. Whoever wrote it knew her very well. She wasn't even sure if she was able to get off the bed anyway, judging by that. When she opened her eyes again as the pain began to ebb, she was connected to wires and a beeping machine. She might have stared at it until she got a guess at what her body was like, but then she noticed Spencer and her breath caught in her throat. So he wasn't dead. She didn't ask the captors so she couldn't be sure that they left him alive after they took her. Couldn't be sure that they didn't go back for him. "Asshole, you got me worried," she mumbled, not having the energy to glare at him. "Can you find me another pillow, I want to sit up. Please," she said. If she were the healer, she wouldn't want the patient to be sitting up without being checked over but she can check herself over. "How-empress. Vasilia. Vasya. Is she...what happened?"

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Spencer WB 3

Spencer Darlinghogwarts alum • the lost prince

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
int'l. asset
「 Relationship 」
not single

Spencer is asleep until his charming best friend is hurling insults his way. He's always been a light sleeper, and even more when he's bent at awkward angles in a chair that's harder than a rock and more uncomfortable than anything that he's ever sat or slept in. It even beats out that little pod in Japan back when he was nineteen and with a thirst for thrill. Kind of crazy reflecting on how far he's come since then. How far they've come, yet they've still managed to stick together. All the odds indicated it couldn't and wouldn't happen, but there he is, staring back at Ana and three duplicates fabricated by his sleep deprived brain. It takes him a few good seconds to realize where he is and register what's happened, but the second it does, he's launching onto his feet, eyes comically wide. "You're awake," he blurts, looking equal parts relieved, perplexed and pissed off. Filled with anxiety again, he runs a hand through his hair, looking more haggard and disheveled than Ana might have ever seen him. "Yeah, yeah, sure." He turns on his heel, only gone for a few seconds to steal a pillow from the room to his left. When he returns, he approaches the bed, looking to put it begind her back. "She's, uh - she's fine. Alive, at least. Missing some teeth and looking like a dementor, but she'll survive. How are you feeling?"

Message Me • 03:31, 14 June 2021 (UTC)

AnaPwb

Anastasia PetrovaGryffindor Alum • Deputy Head Healer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Dep. Head Healer
「 Relationship 」
In Love

Ana grunted in thanks as Spencer began to put the pillow there, slowly pushing herself up so that she wasn't lying down and looking up at anyone. She wasn't quite sure how presentable she looked so she decided to not start teasing him for his appearance. "The teeth can be grown back," she said, but there wasn't any of the bite that there was before. In fact, her eyes even averted Spencer's when he mentioned the teeth situation. She hated feeling guilty–actually, she hated feeling anything but there's only so much you can do for emotions (life would be so much easier if she were a sociopath) but guilt was particularly one of her least favourite. It's really why she never revealed herself to her own family, guilt. "Like I got hit by a truck," she confessed, not even bothering to say she felt fine. "But I can feel my toes, and fingers, and it only moderately hurts to breath so maybe I'll pull through without losing a limb...did they, um, do a full body scan, do you know?" She hadn't told him. Which, sure, she probably should have before she slept with him. And she was going to. But then they came. So she hadn't really bothered. She could look at her clipboard but she didn't want to. There was so many things she wanted to know–how they found them, how they got back. Why she doesn't remember anything past falling asleep. The idea of nearly dying didn't really cross Ana's mind. She wasn't going to die until she chose to, thanks. "I wouldn't have held it against you if you went back to your own bed to sleep," she whispered, properly looking at him again. He looked exhausted and, as a healer, it was her natural attitude to mother him.

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Spencer WB 4

Spencer Darlinghogwarts alum • the lost prince

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
int'l. asset
「 Relationship 」
not single

"What happened to calling me an asshole?" he queries, a teasing drawl coloring his tone as he pushes the pillow into Ana's favored position. "Yeah, they can. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt," he points out, not unkindly. He doesn't want Ana to feel reprimanded or guilty for something he appreciates. Does he feel for Vasya? He does. But he knows why she did it, and he can't fault her for it. He'd have done the same thing in her position if he were presented with the same options. He doesn't think he has to say as much for Ana to know it. Spencer is terrified about hurting her, so instead of sitting on the bed, he drags the bedside chair closer to where she's laying and sits. "You didn't get hit by a truck, but I will say, that would have been a much better alternative than to let yourself get stabbed and abducted for me." Once again, he'd do it in a heartbeat for her, too, but he wasn't the one to go through all this — he couldn't give any less shits about himself if he tried. But Ana? "Why did you do it? I could have helped, could have fought with you, for you. Why didn't you let me?" Her question makes him pause. He understands the weight of the question without even having to look for it. He knows what she wants to know, and the realization that he has to be the one to ruin this - this great thing she had going for her, for Céleste. It hurts to know she couldn't bring herself to trust him with the information, but Spencer supposes he might know why. He would have called it quits on whatever they had. This is all they'd wanted, and Spencer would never deprive his best friend of it. Excluding now. And he hates it. He hates having to do this. "...they did," he confirms, nodding slowly. He doesn't look at her with pity. She wouldn't like that. But he does extend a hand towards her for her to take if she wants it. "I'm... I'm really sorry, Ana."

Message Me • 00:42, 15 June 2021 (UTC)

AnaPwb

Anastasia PetrovaGryffindor Alum • Deputy Head Healer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Dep. Head Healer
「 Relationship 」
In Love

"I'll get back to that in due time, don't worry," she said, before tacking on 'asshole' just for good measure. "She took me by surprise, actually. In a...good way. I know it wasn't the best situation but I expected her to have cracked on the first day. She's stronger than she looks." Ana didn't say this with any type of tone. Neutral. She stared at him as he began to speak again, her nose crinkling together as if what he was saying was completely outlandish. "You couldn't have helped me if you'd been stabbed to death," Ana pointed out, "I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Don't know what that says about me but I refuse to apologise for it, Darling." Ana was well aware if the tables had been turned, she'd have been saying the same thing as Spencer, and she was pretty sure he'd be saying the same thing she was saying. So fairs fair. At the answer, Ana closed her eyes and exhaled through her mouth, accepting the reality which she'd long suspected. When she opened her eyes, she stared down at Spencer's open hand before slapping it harshly. "What the hell do you think I am? I'm not going to break down over a bunch of cells," she snapped at him. "There's more to life than a baby. Plus, not like we'd have gotten back together if I did have the kid." Ana didn't really want to, if she was quite honest. "Wouldn't fix our issues. It's probably for the best anyway." Ana stopped there before she looked at him again. "I'll take the hand back," she said, before snatching it with her own. "I only found out the day before...you know, the next morning. I didn't exactly have a long time to start...you know, getting attached."

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Spencer WB 4

Spencer Darlinghogwarts alum • the lost prince

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
int'l. asset
「 Relationship 」
not single

Spencer has to admit it to at least himself: he didn't think Vasya had it in her to survive another stressful situation, never mind an abduction and days of torture. But here they all are, and she's alive. A little fucked in the head now, which Spencer imagines he'll have to help mitigate once he's inevitably hired by Polina to watch her like a hawk, but alive nonetheless. "She's got the patience to deal with her bitch wife every day. If you can deal with Polina at seven in the morning, torture must be a breeze." Is that kind of a dick comment? Sure, but his opinion on the royal consort has declined dramatically since the abduction. He isn't going to conceal it, least of all now when he's with someone who knows him like the palm of her hand. "Come on, you really think an itty bitty stab would have killed me? Give me more credit than that, love." The sudden change in demeanor startles him, and he quickly raises his hand in a placating manner. "Okay, red, don't get your knickers in a twist. I was just of —" Well what's the damn point of letting it go just to pick it right back up? Spencer doesn't get it. He bites his tongue even though the scalding remark is at the tip of his tongue. He's not usually one for cordiality, but discussing a miscarriage tends to drain you of your will to make your best friend miserable via teasing and bullying. "How're you holding up? Clump of cells or actual fetus, it was still..." He gestures weirdly at her with his free hand. "Yours."

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AnaPwb

Anastasia PetrovaGryffindor Alum • Deputy Head Healer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Dep. Head Healer
「 Relationship 」
In Love

"Careful, we're in adjacent rooms, she might hear you," Ana pointed out but she didn't hear a wailing Vasilia so she thinks they might be safe. Ana hesitated before she took in a breath. Time to rip off the next bandaid. "Has she...I'm assuming she knows now. Has she visited?" Time to know whether or not she's going to start going on the offensive or the defensive. Or just move country. Honestly, why'd they have to come to England? Couldn't they have moved to, she didn't know, Antartica after it all went down? There were hundreds of countries and they chose the small little island that Ana had found herself in before they came. "Why are you so upset with her?" The potential situation that Ana and Vasya bonded whilst Spencer and Polina did not was actually kind of funny, even with Ana's slightly delirious, foggy, mind. "Vasilia made her seem like a perfect angel." And the point was that she has a reputation to uphold. "I don't....I don't know, Spence," she confessed as she shrugged. "I don't...I don't think it's really hit me yet. I...um–" she trailed off again as she tried to get her thoughts on straight. Damn it all to hell, she hated being sick, let alone like this. "The investigation. Have we found out anything new?"

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Spencer WB 4

Spencer Darlinghogwarts alum • the lost prince

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
wizard
「 Occupation 」
int'l. asset
「 Relationship 」
not single

"Let her," he replies, shrugging. When questioned about who he presumes to be Polina, Spencer hesitates. He doesn't know what Ana wants to hear, or what she expects to hear. He can't imagine she'll show she cares too much, but she's only human and he's pretty sure it'll impact her in some kind of way. "No," he says, finally. "But to be fair, I heard Vasya already came around, so she's had her hands pretty full." Maybe it doesn't excuse not visiting your estranged sister, but hey — he'd probably ignore it if it were him, too. So whatever. He isn't going to be a hypocrite. "She's a bitch, that's why." Hearing what Vasya said, he scoffs. "'Course she did. I reckon Polina could level an entire country and she'd still call her an angel on Earth." There's a moment of silence on behalf of Spencer, letting her try to string together the sentence she's looking to verbalize. He tries not to frown when she changes the subject, but fails. She's going to internalize it. He knows she is. He doesn't know how to get her to open up and it's killing him. Ex or not, Celeste would know how to deal with this. He won't call her, obviously, but it shows how better suited she was emotionally as her partner than he could ever dream to be. "More or less, but now isn't the time for any of that."

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AnaPwb

Anastasia PetrovaGryffindor Alum • Deputy Head Healer

「 Age 」
28 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Dep. Head Healer
「 Relationship 」
In Love

Ana was already beginning to form the headache she was sure to get the moment Spencer and Polina were put into the same breathing space, especially mixed into the fact that she wasn't sure how Polina and her would go being in the same breathing space either. No, the person she was praying for was Vasilia. That one was going to be suffering the most. "That's true. I did get that impression...you know, I'm beginning to think they might not be the best duo to be monarchs. They could become dictators." Ana pondered this before narrowing her eyes. Glad she wasn't technically a Russian citizen. "I got all of them," she whispered, "nearly. There was one missing. Who wasn't there. A guy. Six foot or so, brown-blackish hair, caucasian. I don't know if that's his real face. He gave us the keys, to escape, but...he wasn't there when we broke out. The rest I recognised. We should find him." Ana didn't go as far as to think he was an ally, but he could be something. And Ana wasn't interested in not tracking down the final person who bore witness to the previous week.

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Vasya and Polina ft Theo[]

Vasilia WB

Vasilia RomanovaTsarina of Russia • Soft but Hunted

「 Age 」
twenty-eight
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
empress
「 Relationship 」
married

It had been a day since she was found in the cave and she looked a little bit more alive. Her hair looked less of a rats nest and was pulled back into a bun after somehow being cleaned by one of the nurses. They were one step away from cutting it off but Vasya gave them a firm no, even when she was half dead. She's put too much effort into the potion-dye to start all over again (she did, of course, have the recipe down for the custom potion but that was irrelevant). The cuts had been healed, save for a thin white line on the side of her forehead that they couldn't get rid of. Vasya supposed there was worse afflictions than a scar she could cover with make up. Most of the bruises on her body were fading, now light colours that looked worse than they were simply because of how pale she was. Anything stood out on her face. Her hands were still quivering, like she was cold, and she'd barely been able to hold a glass of water that morning. She'd been quiet, even without the swollen mouth, and she'd been told that the aurors wouldn't interview her until she was ready. Which...Vasya didn't know when that would be. Maybe when she had her teeth back. The guy from R&D was up now with her. They told her it was him that could fix it. Ana said they could regrow them but Vasya wondered if she had said that only to comfort her after it happened. Vasya didn't want to think about it, not just yet. Her mouth was wide open and a ball of cotton was stuffed into her mouth on the other side so he had a clear view of her mouth.

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TSwb4

Theodore SpencerResearch • Proud Father • Forgetful

「 Age 」
28
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Healer
「 Relationship 」
Single

Theo had dealt with worse injuries in terms of lost body parts. He didn't say this, but she was lucky it was just the teeth. They were easily replaceable. He hadn't really been run down with what happened, he was just one of the healers, so please–forgive him for what he's about to say. "These are pretty clean," he hummed out, really just speaking aloud, "like someones yanked them out. I can easily put new ones in, don't have to clear out the old teeth or anything." He withdrew the metal rod from her mouth and glanced at her expression, the twitching eyebrow and the almost frozen mouth, and realised his mistake and his cheeks turned a dark shade of red. "Right, sorry," he said as he scratched the back of his ear. "But I'll be able to come back in and put some new ones in. I'll come back later and get the prints of your teeth. Any questions?" Vasya shook her head as she pulled out the cotton bud and tossed it in the nearby bin. Theo looked like he was about to say something else, maybe another apology, but he looked between the two woman and decided to pack his stuff up and leave. Give them space. He shot a smile at the two aurors that were stationed outside of the door.

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Polina WB

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
26 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

Polina has been very wary of letting anyone come into Vasya's room; only the Head Healer has the authorization to come in at will, and any staff of hers she trusts implicitly. In part its out of protectiveness towards her wife, not wanting anyone to jeopordize her recovery, but Polina would be lying to herself if she didn't acknowledge that another big part of it was just her mental health. Polina is pretty sure she might crack here and there at random intervals, and while she's done an excellent job at concealing how bad of a place she's in mentally from her wife, she would much prefer she doesn't have a judgmental auror such as Hamilton in the room while she's at one of her lower points in the day. Take for instance now. Theo is walking out the door, and the second the door shuts behind him, she's turning back to Vasya, unshed tears blurring her vision again. "Hello," she mumbles, "Do you... need anything? Pain medications, extra pillows... anything?" She's shoving it all in. Yep. She has to and she will.

Message Me • 03:20, 14 June 2021 (UTC)

Vasilia WB2

Vasilia RomanovaTsarina of Russia • Soft but Hunted

「 Age 」
twenty-eight
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
empress
「 Relationship 」
married

Vasya didn't interrupt Polina, watching her, her heart aching at the sight. Which hurt worse–her body or seeing Polina on the verge of crying? A debate Vasya will one day have with herself. Maybe she'll even make a comparative list! "You," she answered, truthfully. She had enough pillows provided and any more pain medication will probably make her high. She didn't want to be high. She hated being drunk, let alone high off meds. She imagined she'll have to be given something tomorrow but that's a problem for tomorrow her. "Did they find the kids?" She asked after a moment. She imagined, since no one had brought them up, that they were fine. No news is good news, right? But she had to ask. "I put them in the hiding place like you told me too," she breathed out, "I tried getting to the other side of the house so they wouldn't find them. I don't...I don't know if that worked." Vasya didn't blame Polina, the thought didn't even cross her mind, and she hadn't even realised that was the conclusion her wife had gone too. Hell–she blamed herself but she hadn't opened that can of worms yet.

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Polina WB

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
26 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

Polina sighs. Her response is heartwarming and assuages some of her fears that Vasya might be done with her simply beause of her failures as her partner and the mother of their children. Some insecurities persist, though, and they probably will for a very long time. It doesn't mean Polina won't accept at least temporary relief from it, though. Cautious to avoid jostling her wife or otherwise aggravating her injuries, Polina sits on the empty side of the hospital bed, keeping as many inches of space between them as she can provide. She just wants to rest her back for a little bit. Whether or not she drifts off as well is 50/50. "They didn't," she replies, shaking her head slightly. "You kept them safe, my darling. They were perfectly fine when I found them. A little hungry, but nothing a bottle couldn't fix." So many thoughts are swirling in her head right now, so even when Polina's eyes flutter closed for a moment — partly to rest them, partly to conceal the tears accumulating there — she knows the 50/50 has become a 95/5 in favor of not falling asleep. Lovely. For the best, she knows; she needs to check on the wards she placed on the room entrance and reinforce them in the next 20 minutes.

Message Me • 00:13, 15 June 2021 (UTC)

Vasilia WB2

Vasilia RomanovaTsarina of Russia • Soft but Hunted

「 Age 」
twenty-eight
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
empress
「 Relationship 」
married

Vasya knew Polya was about to go to sleep. She also knew she probably needed to sleep. Sure, she slept a good few hours but her body wasn't going for it, like her body didn't trust the safety of the hospital, like a part of her was still back there in a place where being able to wake wasn't a certainty. She wanted to ask if Polya had brought her knitting supplies but...she didn't want to do it. Face that she probably wouldn't be able to do more than a few stitches without having to undo them and redo them. She knew her shaking hands wouldn't let her keep the needles steady. It would be a sad sight that she was pretty sure neither of them had the stomach to watch. "Sleep, moya vechnaya lyubov," she said as she shifted herself slowly to the side so her wife could have more space. "I'll still be here when you wake." At least one of them could get those much needed hours. Knowing that the kids were safe was enough to calm a little bit of Vasya's nerves. Not all of them, but enough.

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we lost polina's post rip

Vasilia WB2

Vasilia RomanovaTsarina of Russia • Soft but Hunted

「 Age 」
twenty-eight
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
empress
「 Relationship 」
married

"Don't leave," she whispered. Was it selfish? Yes, absolutely. Should one of them check on the children? Yes, absolutely. Vasya still found herself asking this question despite know this. She knows Polina can't be at her side all the time. There's things she needs to do and Vasya can't follow her. For example, the sister in the other room. But not yet, that can be pushed back for now. Vasya wasn't even sure if she'd see the next week two days before, she had all the time in the world now. Vasya slips her hand into Polina's without even thinking about it, some things never change, and squeezed tight (for Vasya). "I won't sleep if you won't," she tacked on because there can at least be a compromise between them: they both sleep. Vasya feared her dreams, she hadn't been able to sleep the first night. The hours she did sleep were restless. She was sure she did dream but she couldn't be sure. Couldn't remember them.

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Polina WB

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
26 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

"I am not leaving," she promises quietly. She wouldn't dream of it. The children can wait. She's sure they're fine with Ivanna. Does she make a note to check in on them later on? Yes, of course. But it's nothing a quick video call can't temporarily fix. Polina feels pity when what she thinks should be a good grip for comfort is no stronger than the kids'. Pity and anger. She hates that Vasya's in this state. She hates that she couldn't do more, be more. Reminded of her failures (again), she sighs and leans back on the uncomfortable bed fully. "I was not kidnapped for four days. I do not need the sleep. My body has nothing to heal from. You, on the other hand, do need to rest." She'll force herself to at least pretend if she has to, but she'd much rather her wife concedes on her own terms before she has to resort to faking it. "I can get you potions if need be."

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Vasilia WB

Vasilia RomanovaTsarina of Russia • Soft but Hunted

「 Age 」
twenty-eight
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
empress
「 Relationship 」
married

Vasya turned her head to eye Polina for a moment, frowning slightly. She wasn't a fool, not really, she had no doubt the state Polina was in over the four days had been nothing short of...well, a state that Vasya never wanted her wife to find herself in. Sometimes having your love be returned is great. It is, most of the time, but for the first time in her life, she kind of wished Polina didn't fall in love with her. Just because, then, she might not have been too affected by the past week. She also knew, as much as people said Polina would bend over backwards for Vasya's needs, Polina was more stubborn than she was. "I'll take something later," she said. "Aleks is on her way and I don't want to be asleep when she arrives." Vasya paused, not sure if she really should bring it up or not. "You know, if you want to go visit Ana-stasia while I sleep...I'll be fine." Vasya can't cry about attachment issues when she's potion-induced asleep. She won't even noticed.

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Polina WB

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
26 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

The mention of her pregnant sister in law does an effective job at squandering what little sense of peace has washed over Polina since Vasya was found. The royal consort groans, and the soft sound of complain melts into a disgruntled, admittedly somewhat childish whine. "What if she goes into labor here?" she complains, pointedly aware that the younger blonde is on the cusp of her forty weeks of pregnancy. "I am not leaving you alone. Text Aleks and tell her Healer Yaxley is not allowing any visitors. You should be resting, and if anything, having Aleks here will simply stress you out or make you feel guilty like she always does. Please." Polina pauses. Her face contorts into a displeased expression. "If you do, I promise I will try to sleep with you." It's a promise to try; it doesn't mean it'll work. But with any hope, it'll be enough to convince Vasya to talk her sister out of visiting and putting Polina in a further sour mood. "Please."

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Vasilia WB

Vasilia RomanovaTsarina of Russia • Soft but Hunted

「 Age 」
twenty-eight
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
empress
「 Relationship 」
married

"But...that'd be lying," Vasya said, pouting slightly, "Kaia said I could have family in. I'd be lying to Aleks. And this is the best place to go into labour, she'd be in a hospital. She doesn't always make me feel guilty. Just a few times here and there but I don't see why we'd have an argument today of all days. You can always sleep through her visit," she suggested before pausing as Polina suggests the compromise and considered it before sighing. "Fine, I'll cancel the meeting. She can come tomorrow, or the next day. Depending on how much sleep you ge–" she cut herself off as a yawn appeared, stretching across her face for a brief moment. "You get."

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Polina WB

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
26 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

Polina is prepared to retort that sleep is more important to Vasilia than it is her, considering all her injuries, but Polina recognizes a lost cause when she sees one. So she simply smiles, leaning over to press a tender kiss to the side of her head. She shifts downwards afterwards, looking to give Vasya much more space to move around even if it means having her leg on the outside of the gurney and hitched on her old seat. It's fine; it's for Vasya's sake. She doesn't close her eyes just yet, paying close attention to make sure Vasya holds up her end of the bargain before she joins her in her definitely very genuine effort to fall asleep. "Thank you," she mumbles, visibly grateful that she's taken the bait and is willing to rest whilst also pushing back Aleks' arrival. Polina wouldn't like to be in the same room as the hormonal woman, but she also doesn't want to leave Vasya alone, so she knows it's just a matter of time. The more time in between, the better for her, though.

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Vasilia WB

Vasilia RomanovaTsarina of Russia • Soft but Hunted

「 Age 」
twenty-eight
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
empress
「 Relationship 」
married

Vasya grew tense, just for a brief moment, when Polina leaned over to kiss her but there was considerable space between the spot on her forehead and her still stinging cheek that Vasya relaxed the moment Polina's lips pressed against her skin. When Polina settles down, Vasya grabs one of her many pillows to place ontop of Polina's head. "Don't move it," she said before grabbing Polina's phone. "I'm texting Aleks. Don't want you to get distracted by the light," she said with the underlying message of humour me. However, unlike someone, Vasya was very willing to see her end of the bargain through and after she had texted Aleks, who was really being quite rude (Vasya had forgotten to say it was her texting and not Polina), Vasya settled down, taking the pillow off Polina's head to toss onto the floor, her eyes landing on her wife to see if she was still awake.

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