Greetings, dear readers! Yet another vignette, but with a bit of a change. Poor Freespiritedone is busy with summer courses (smart girl), so we have someone else joining in. Ladies and gents, please give a big round of applause to PEACHI! and the crowd goes wild!

Chapter 4:

A Woman's Thing by Peachi

Should I move it? Dare I touch it?

V is loathed to ask.

He hates drawing attention to such things.

But feels he must.

It cannot stay there, it's terrifying.

All those hooks and things.

Should I fight it? Jab it with a knife maybe?

No, no. You might provoke it.

It's been there for days.

Staring at him. Just lying there.

Relishing in his obvious anguish.

If he has to pass it, he skirts right around it.

Goodness knows what it's capable of.

He eyes it up suspiciously, then calls out…

"Evey…can you please move your bra?"

Time together by Belmont-Bellamy

Flick.

Flick, flick.

Flick, flick, flick, flick.

When a man comes home from a hard day of toppling governments and killing people, he wants to rest.

Flick, flick, flick.

Evey understood that. He needed a few moments to just sit back, unwind, and relax.

Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick.

She would not begrudge him this time he needed.

Flick, flick……flick.

She only wanted him to do one thing.

Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, flick, flick.

Pick one channel and stay on it!

Flick, flick, flick.

Murderous mood by Boducky

She has spent little time here, but seen many of his moods. Never has she seen him like this.

Gone is the charming banter, intelligent conversations, attentive listening. There are no movies playing, no jaunty sword-fights with suits of armor.

V is edgy, morose, silent. Preoccupied.

But why?

He leaves that night, elusive as usual but uncharacteristically terse.

She does not understand. Was it something she had done?

He returns later, still moody but seemingly satisfied.

Sitting on the couch, she sees the news. Prothero. Dead. A glance at V tells all.

She has seen his murderous mood.