Emotions: A Vespera x Gisela Fanfiction

Being Written by @GoldenBrownWaffles
Chapter One
Vespera
Splash.
Another drop of water landed in the puddle with a ripple.
The whole place had something wrong with it. The wooden floorboards creaked—in the few places the ground wasn’t stone instead, that is—and the lights flickered. The other Neverseen hideouts hadn’t been great, but compared to this, they were luxurious. This, on the other hand, was a damp and musty cave.
Strong emotions wafted through the air, bombarding Vespera from all sides, giving her a headache. Ruy and Gethen were having another argument over who had eaten the last bunch of Latherberries, a golden-colored fruit not unlike a grape. They were unusually sour, though, as most foods down here were.
Vespera knocked on the door. An instant later it swung inward, and she was greeted by Gisela. Her blonde hair was up in a messy bun, as it most commonly was, however more unusually disheveled. Her features wore a dazed expression, as if she had been daydreaming a few moments before.
“Vespera,” she said, stepping back to let her in the room. It was Gisela’s office, or, at least, as much of an office as she could muster. An old, run-down desk was in the center of the room. It was missing a few drawer handles, and in a few places the wood had been scratched. There was a bookcase along the back wall, holding scrolls Gisela didn’t trust to be in the storehouse. Vespera thought she was being paranoid.
Vespera took a seat in front of the desk, on a human-made office chair. Gisela sat across from her, resting her elbows on the desk as she leaned forward, hands clasped together. “So? What is it?”
“You okay?” Vespera cleared her throat, wishing she could will away Gisela’s emotions. Currently, they were a conflict of raw, pure hatred and utter disappointment.
Gisela’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by the question. She cleared her throat disarmingly. “I’m fine. It is none of your concern.”
Vespera could now make out tear stains left on Gisela’s cheeks.
That explained the anger.
And what Vespera could now distinguish as sadness.
“What were you going to say?” Gisela pressed.
Vespera paused, before standing up. “Never mind.” She walked out of Gisela’s office and shut the door, trying to orient herself—Ruy and Alvar’s argument had turned into a shouting match, and the emotions were just as strong, if not even stronger.
She strode into the part of the cave they were in, looking between Ruy and Gethen. They both stopped to look at her, eyes bulging, like two little kids being caught in the act of doing something they knew was wrong. They both seemed frozen, mid sentence, Ruy’s hand’s balled into fists.
“Shut. Up,” she said. “I can’t bear all of this arguing.”
“But, Vessie--” Gethen began, unfreezing.
“No. You’re both acting childish. And don’t call me that.”
Ruy shot Gethen a smirk.
Gethen’s eyes seemed to bore holes into Ruy. “You little-”
“ENOUGH!”
Gethen hufted. “Ruy’s just been moody ever since Alvar left.”
Ruy paled, looking about ready to punch Gethen, before catching himself and storming off.
A loud snort came from Gethen. “See what I mean? They were totally in love.”
The door to Ruy’s room loudly slammed.
Vespera rolled her eyes. “You’re both a bunch of children,” she muttered, walking off to her room.
She always took extra time to make her room tidy every morning—it seemed like the only thing she could really control. Everywhere else in the hideout was an eyesore, and made Vespera want to tear it to pieces. Not from anger, not from hate. There wasn’t really a word for it.
The bed sheets—Vespera frowned—they weren’t straight. She must’ve been too tired this morning to properly do it. Silently, she tucked them in, before sitting at her desk.
This was how she liked to spend her time—thinking.
Really, there wasn’t much else to do down here, mostly because Gisela was so incompetent she didn’t know how to defeat a bunch of self-absorbed teenagers.
Speaking of Gisela…
“Vespera?” Gisela coughed, standing in the doorway.
Vespera spun around to face her. “Yes?”
“They burned down the storehouse.”
She arched an eyebrow.
“That’s… that’s what’s wrong,” Gisela blew out a breath.
This was unlike her—to tell Vespera things. Most of the time she wasn’t even a part of any plans. Vespera stood up. “Your Archetype—they stole it?”
“We think so,” she nodded. “We can’t make it out in the ash, but then again, we can’t make out much of anything.” A strong wave of anger washed over as Gisela not-so-gently kicked the door frame.
“…and?” Vespera asked.
“And I was just letting you know.”
“Alright. Bye.”
Vespera closed the door in Gisela’s face.