Laverna
Goddess of thieves
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Ferret
Brat
Bonnie Parker
Bon park
((part of the accomplice au))
Laverna was trapped in a tight, confining box. She struggled until she managed to free her ankles and wrists from the tight ribbons. Despite the darkness, she could make out faint glimmers of light seeping in through small holes in the box. As she reached up, her fingers grazed a rough piece of plywood, sending a jolt of anticipation through her.
The blinding light stormed in; Laverna instinctively jammed her eyes shut, and she tumbled back into the box with a heavy thud.
“Where in the world has Carmen Sandiego left me now?” She grumbled as she peered over the edge of the unusually large box.
“This better not be a coffin,” She snapped in a wispy breath filled with anger, confusion, and disbelief.
A bunch of neon green smoke filtered through the building which looked like a doll factory.
Looking down at her clothes, Laverna raised an eyebrow at the black and white vertical stripes adorning her.
“Prison attire, how quaint.” she groaned as she tumbled out of the box onto the chessboard-patterned floor.
She stands up; dusting cobwebs off of her in discontent. “Boss, this ain't funny.” she complained as she explored the factory.
“I normally love exploring abandoned ruins, but this takes the cake.” She grumbled as she passed a reflective piece of sheet metal.
“Why is my hair green?” She pondered as she wiped the dusf off the sheet metal.
“Babe, Come on.” A familar voice rang from above.
“Dev. You are a dead man now.” Laverna hissed as she ran up the clunky stairs.
Her partner in crime laughed. “Do i have to say your name three times?”
“Im not Beetlejuice,” Laverna argued as her footsteps thundered.
She finally found Devlin wearing a red tuxedo. “Ready for our bridal bed?” he amused before licking laverna’s face
“Gross,” Laverna snapped before slapping the eighteen year old man.
“I’m being serious, will you marry me Laverna?” he groaned as he kneeled on one knee.
“Yes, I mean who else would do this to just make me happy.” Laverna laughed.
Laverna was trapped in a tight, confining box. She struggled until she managed to free her ankles and wrists from the tight ribbons. Despite the darkness, she could make out faint glimmers of light seeping in through small holes in the box. As she reached up, her fingers grazed a rough piece of plywood, sending a jolt of anticipation through her.
The blinding light stormed in; Laverna instinctively jammed her eyes shut, and she tumbled back into the box with a heavy thud.
“Where in the world has Carmen Sandiego left me now?” She grumbled as she peered over the edge of the unusually large box.
“This better not be a coffin,” She snapped in a wispy breath filled with anger, confusion, and disbelief.
A bunch of neon green smoke filtered through the building which looked like a doll factory.
Looking down at her clothes, Laverna raised an eyebrow at the black and white vertical stripes adorning her.
“Prison attire, how quaint.” she groaned as she tumbled out of the box onto the chessboard-patterned floor.
She stands up; dusting cobwebs off of her in discontent. “Boss, this ain't funny.” she complained as she explored the factory.
“I normally love exploring abandoned ruins, but this takes the cake.” She grumbled as she passed a reflective piece of sheet metal.
“Why is my hair green?” She pondered as she wiped the dusf off the sheet metal.
“Babe, Come on.” A familar voice rang from above.
“Dev. You are a dead man now.” Laverna hissed as she ran up the clunky stairs.
Her partner in crime laughed. “Do i have to say your name three times?”
“Im not Beetlejuice,” Laverna argued as her footsteps thundered.
She finally found Devlin wearing a red tuxedo. “Ready for our bridal bed?” he amused before licking laverna’s face
“Gross,” Laverna snapped before slapping the eighteen year old man.
“I’m being serious, will you marry me Laverna?” he groaned as he kneeled on one knee.
“Yes, I mean who else would do this to just make me happy.” Laverna laughed.
