One of the nights, after the door was closed and blocking the prying outpost eyes out, Ms Venable turned and strode to sit at the desk. You’d tell fragments of memories, broken shards that she seemed to be able to piece together easier than yourself. Wilhemina was curious, she’d watch you from the chair with eyes narrowed without malice, fingers toying with the head of her cane. She wanted to know more about you, information that you didn’t seem to be able to filter from your brain. It was where she seemed to be softer, albeit you still got caught by the sharp edge of her tongue when you’d do wrong, cut unwaveringly by the blade without apology. She’d often have you in her room before lights out, reading or talking. The rubbing of her earring between thumb and forefinger, the twitch of her eye. Her mysterious nature had simply heightened the more you grew to understand her, her ticks and tells that she’d never admit to having. You learnt the tocks of her cane, specific numbers linked, a wordless expectation from the woman. She never liked witnesses to her weakness. Needed you to stay away so that she could be alone with it. Or when her back pain would spike, and she needed her independence. You’d learned the subtle tells of when she was annoyed, needing your obedience more than your company. I think it is left on a nice place for a temporary ending anyway :))Īs the months passed, you found yourself growing more attached to Ms Venable, Wilhemina as she sometimes requested you call her when alone. I’m pausing the series here for a little bit while I work on other fics and pairings, but there will be a 4th part. Warnings: Canon character death and violence, character death.Ī/n: Sorry about the wait, this was longer than expected. Pairing: Outpost!Wilhemina Venable x Fem!Reader
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