The Queen || The Arcana x Reader

Valdemar x Fem!Reader || Insatiable Feelings

The woman paused for a moment after that thought. Damn it, she couldn't say she wouldn't enjoy being strapped down before them if she was being honest though... She shook her head, had she been a few years younger she would have tossed the mop aside rather ferociously in a fit of embarrassment. Why did it have to be them? She couldn't help but think about it, it wasn't often she developed crushes and honestly with how close she was with Jules he naturally seemed more like a candidate to her but the second she saw the Quaestor something had seemed to spark so dangerously that it had nearly set her on fire. Her hands carefully threaded through the mop's tendrils as she ran water and soap over it and then her mind started to wander again for what seemed to be the millionth time tonight.

Their eyes were just so beautiful, she had never seen anyone with red eyes like there's except patients but the Quaestor wasn't a patient.. their body was strong, toned and lean and sometimes she stared a little too often because wow they were kinda tall or gosh they looked so fucking good in their work clothes. Oh and their hands, sure they wore those damned gloves most of the time, if not all, but even so she still couldn't help but admire them. How they hadn't caught her rather obvious glances and gazes, no one knew.. She could say honestly that she slightly hated them over it, how could they be so attractive without even trying and how could she fall right into it? Like a fucking moth to a fuckibg light.. "Damn them, let me hurry up and report that I'm done." She began to mumble to herself before humming a little right after. "...Then I could get home and rest, I'm tired.." She sighed before turning off the water and setting the mop aside for a moment to grab the bucket and tilt it, pouring the contents down the drain, watching as crimson water swirled in the sink. Once completely done she moved over to place the mop and bucket back where they needed to be and then turned back around to examine the room.

Slowly, a smile found her lips. Maybe she didn't appreciate her brain trying to make her think of her boss in a not so innocent way and maybe she was a little bitchy right now because she wanted to go home and take one hell of a bubble bath but she did like how much cleaner it looked right now and all anyone could do was thank her for it tomorrow when they all had to work again. Maybe it wasn't so bad, cleaning up so late into the night, maybe, finally, she could get some appreciation in this god forsaken place. After that another hum came out of her. What time was it? Hands curiously checked her pockets as if it was going to help her, which it didn't and then she shrugged. It was definitely maybe midnight by now, she could just check after she found and talked to the Quaestor and with that thought she began to walk. Now trailing down the hall which she believed would lead her to the main office door, passing all the ones that lined the walls.

Once there she couldn't ignore a queer feeling building in her. She had completely forgotten to clean the utensils.. yes that was definitely it. She nearly cursed... well she was at the door already, she might as well tell them she was almost done before going back to finish for real this time.

With that final thought she raised her hand up, prepared to knock on the bulky, wooden door before her but right as knuckle was about to meet wood she paused as a small sound cut through the quiet air. First confusion had enveloped her whole system, the sound had been airy and if she were farther away there would have been no other way she would've heard it. For a moment it was quiet again and now thinking that it was maybe just her, she looked around curiously for a moment. She found nothing here that seemed out of place she could really point the sound to.. Maybe it was because she was tired, she must've been hearing things she told herself with a little chuckle and a shake of her head. She prepared to knock once again and then their was another noise, louder this time and she stopped once more. This time it had sounded like a bitten off curse and now the woman stood there. A part of her told her to leave it be, to not be curious for once in her fucking life but another part... A much louder part, whined at her to at least take a little sneak peak inside. What could it hurt after all? Even if the Quaestor was in there, if she was careful she'd be fine, perhaps. She could take it as a little payback that only she'd know about..and with that her bright and curious eyes looked down at the shiny knob on the door just begging to be twistedby her fingers.