wonder if you'll see through my disguise

[indiscreet]

Who: Anna and Mina
What: a heart-to-heart, bonding despite themselves, so much estrogen
Where: their room in the basement of the Valhalla Inn
When: Givdi, before dawn
Warnings: none

They saw each other so rarely, it seemed, which should have been difficult to manage, sharing the same room. But with all her work at Hellsing, Anna found herself spending the vast majority of her time around Sobek Croix.

And, she was willing to admit, she thought she liked it that way. Mina and Anna had never gotten along; it had taken the mutual confusion of Baedal to bring them to something like an alliance. But she hadn't forgotten their first conversation here, either, when Mina let her out of that terrible small room. Now, when she thinks of Doctor Barrett as a heretic, or mocks her for dressing like a man, it's more old habit than anything -- something she clings to, because it feels normal.

Well, it has been long enough, and maybe it's time to drop the act. This city is proving to be as potentially deadly as Chicago, with none of the Kindred order, and no Masquerade to protect them. Strange to think, but perhaps they need one another. It's why Anna waits in their room, as the night comes to an end. Mina will arrive sooner or later -- she has to.

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[primogen_vampirate]

These days, Mina rarely left the Inn, unless she was working a shift at the hospital. She wasn't even going shopping any more, although there were still dozens of shopping bags all around the room, most of them untouched. Everywhere she went, Mina just felt overwhelmed with depression, so she no longer wanted to go anywhere. Ventrue were, of course, prone to derangement, far more than the other clans, but that wasn't what she was feeling. Mina hadn't uttered the word aloud, but she knew it: Loneliness.

Tonight was one of those rare exceptions when she bothered to go someplace other than the hospital. The docks. For many hours, she just stood there, watching the water, listening to it splash against the wooden wharf. She let the smell absorb into her clothing, a simple, white shift (oh yes, Mina had taken to wearing dresses much in the style of those from her married life). And somehow, she lost track of the time.

It was near sunrise when she finally returned to the room, taking her hat off and hanging it on a peg in the wall. She nodded vaguely to Anna, crossing over to her couch where her CiD sat on the arm, untouched for weeks. There, she lay down, folding her hands on her chest, closing her eyes.