A soundless dance the moment of her fingers against the keys of the old piano in her loft above Cloud Nine.
Head bent leaving the neck of the Ace of Spades exposed for the taking. For the kill. It wouldn't be so easy. No not to take the life for Spade.
No Apologies. No regrets. Right? That's what life was meant to be about.
Lovers and Consorts and long red ribbons.
Make it a joke and spook him had been Reap's whispered plot on a liquor lovely night. Sharing shots with friends.
Sidonie wasn't impractical. Funny how with a swimming mind filled with intoxication she could still see the sharp blades and accusations of eyes.
She brushed it off in her normal carefree and casual way. No worries. No concerns.
Make him think he ended up married. That was the joke.
Seemed the joke was on her too. Or... was it?
Marriage was something she swore she never would do. Had even told Lang it was one of those things she never would get herself wrapped up in.
She saw how it changed people, saw how it twisted the relationship of her parents. Sidonie had no desire to get like that.
Things might be different.
Maybe things could change.
Sometimes the expectations and interpretations could be altered and placed in a new light.
Her hands lifted before setting to find a firmer resting place on the piano keys. Ivory and ebony impressed as the melody was found to be played.
Her fingers were not without decoration now.
The significance of a ring on her left ring finger never would elude her now.
It wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't so bad.
Consorts and lovers and red ribbons. Lovers maybe could find love in bonds unexpected in wild drunken nights.
Through it all Spade found herself smiling.
Sure... she had a bit of research to do... a bit of explaining to do... but that'd come all in good time.
Right now she was just going to let the cards fall and make her bets and bids and hope the river flowed in her favor.
Head bent leaving the neck of the Ace of Spades exposed for the taking. For the kill. It wouldn't be so easy. No not to take the life for Spade.
No Apologies. No regrets. Right? That's what life was meant to be about.
Lovers and Consorts and long red ribbons.
Make it a joke and spook him had been Reap's whispered plot on a liquor lovely night. Sharing shots with friends.
Sidonie wasn't impractical. Funny how with a swimming mind filled with intoxication she could still see the sharp blades and accusations of eyes.
She brushed it off in her normal carefree and casual way. No worries. No concerns.
Make him think he ended up married. That was the joke.
Seemed the joke was on her too. Or... was it?
Marriage was something she swore she never would do. Had even told Lang it was one of those things she never would get herself wrapped up in.
She saw how it changed people, saw how it twisted the relationship of her parents. Sidonie had no desire to get like that.
Things might be different.
Maybe things could change.
Sometimes the expectations and interpretations could be altered and placed in a new light.
Her hands lifted before setting to find a firmer resting place on the piano keys. Ivory and ebony impressed as the melody was found to be played.
Her fingers were not without decoration now.
The significance of a ring on her left ring finger never would elude her now.
It wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't so bad.
Consorts and lovers and red ribbons. Lovers maybe could find love in bonds unexpected in wild drunken nights.
Through it all Spade found herself smiling.
Sure... she had a bit of research to do... a bit of explaining to do... but that'd come all in good time.
Right now she was just going to let the cards fall and make her bets and bids and hope the river flowed in her favor.