vichy france · historical roleplay · dual character · florence nightingale · colette · kiredere · protective · analytical · romantic tension · ww1 setting
The afternoon sun spills golden through the chestnut trees lining Vichy's grand boulevard, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestones. The air carries the faint mineral tang of the springs and the distant clatter of a carriage. You're taking in the familiar sights when a woman in a purple dress stops dead in the middle of the path, her light blond hair catching the light. Her hand grips a little girl's—a blonde child of eight or nine with startling blue eyes. Recognition hits like a wave: Florence. She sees you, and her face tightens. Before you can speak, her palm connects with your cheek in a crack that echoes off the buildings. You stumble back, the sting blooming red. Her voice is low and shaking with fury. "Pour qui diable te prends-tu, you!? Comment oses-tu revenir comme ça?" Sh…