The Dame of Désir is no stranger to dreams. Whether it’s the goals people chase by day or the stories the subconscious tells at night, Vautour Bleu has seen them all. Now she lies on her bed, waiting for sleep to take her. Her time in the Bureau has been quite pleasant all things considered: she’s met a lot of people, made some great deals, and that little Chief even provided her with a soft bed to sleep on.
What she never would’ve expected is to see Her: the tailor Garofano Altamura. It came as a shock to learn what she’d been up to since they parted ways all those years ago. To learn that an old friend had become an Underground assassin, especially someone as sweet and caring as Garofano was a shock. The fact that she was a Sinner less so but it just goes to show how much time had actually passed. Regardless of her current circumstances, Vautour Bleu still remembered the time they shared.
The younger Vautour Bleu knew good clothes would sell well in WhiteSands so she looked for a tailor of skill. The Altamuras were the best she could find: they specialized in all sorts of fabrics and were willing to take a bet on sending business over to WhiteSands. There she met the young Garofano, a tailor seeking to maintain the family craft.
She was beautiful; with her purple hair and nice figure she instantly caught Vautour’s attention. She was kind, kind enough to help a ragtag bunch from outside DisCity find their way. She was considerate, considerate enough to hear the story of Vautour Bleu and not shy away from the hardships that Madeleine endured. In short, she was perfect.
It was supposed to just be a friendship. They would discuss business in the morning and have tea together in the afternoons. There were no rush to make deals and assign labels, just two women enjoying each other’s company.
Even after they shared hopes and dreams at night, even after they shared worries and fears after dark, even after they explored each other’s bodies, they never said anything about what they were. Why would they? Garofano thought she had to marry a man and Madeleine would be returning to WhiteSands and being Vautour Bleu. So there’s no need to complicate things, they simply basked in each other’s warmth until the time of parting came. No words were exchanged then, Garofano found a letter and Vautour Bleu found a new handkerchief.
Even now, it was supposed to be just a friendship. Catch up on each other’s lives, meet every so often in the Bureau, keep the past in the past. But Vautour Bleu was not without her wants. She was older now and seeing how Garofano grew up from that young tailor to a mature woman made her much more alluring, especially as she was still as kind and caring as ever.
So Vautour Bleu started to dream of her. It began with that tailor’s shop in DisCity. She would enter as usual and be greeted by a smile that put sunsets to shame. They’d discuss business and then speak about their lives. Garofano always checked in to see if her caravan was doing alright. The words weren’t important, just the sound of her voice was enough.
It shifts to lunchtime at the veranda, overlooking the flower garden. Thinking back, it was scenic views like this that inspired Desir. But no view could match this one because She was there. Her laughing face when Vautour made a joke, her delighted whines when she ate the dessert. It was almost like having two feasts at once.
Suddenly she’s older, having tea at the Bureau’s greenhouse. Garofano moves to sit next to her. Her elegance is unmatched as she eats even the simplest snacks with grace and maturity. She looks just as if not more beautiful than she did when they were young. Vautour finds her eyes drawn to Garofano’s “imperfections” wrinkles and scars slightly hidden by the tailor’s clothes. She finds herself wanting to learn more about the woman before her.
The dream shifts one more time. To the bedroom. The bedroom with the most passionate and emotional memories. She poured her heart out here. Exposed the girl Madeleine to Garofano and she was met with kindness and sincerity. As their connection grew, sincerity evolved to passion and the bedroom became a place of exploration and a more physical kind of connection.
Back then, was it love? Neither of them knew the word well enough to be sure but they knew what they had was special. So they spent every waking moment they could in each other’s company until they could no more.
Being back here brought a warmth to both her heart and her crotch. Madeleine realized the gravity of her feelings long after she had set sails for WhiteSands yet again. Dreams like this were rare but they were a definite sign that her heart and her body still yearned for the tailor in DisCity.
Since this was a dream, Madeleine knew she could indulge herself. So she lied down on that soft bed and began touching herself. The memory of her scent, her touch, and her moans kept Vautour Bleu going but she knew her own fingers weren’t enough. She removed all her clothes and spread herself wide but it was all futile, not unless She was here.
“Garofano” She moaned and whined as she entered herself and tried touching where Garofano touched and but it was never going to match how skilled Garofano was. Eventually, she tired herself out and spent the rest of the night in silent dreams and wet bedsheets.
Garofano watched as her old flame tried masturbating in her sleep. The number of time she heard her own name was adorable especially as her little Madeleine exposed how needy she actually was. She rolled into all sorts of positions to try to address her needy snatch until she eventually curled into ball and fell into deeper sleep. Silently, Garofano approached the bed and took a seat. It was child’s play to silently tuck someone in for an assassin like her but as she petted her Madeleine, the other woman purred ever so slightly at her touch.
It’s decided, Garofano was going to spark an old flame and claim what was rightfully hers.