fatespoken | [ fourty-seven ]

[ The room is a soft hum of mellow gold, like diamonds in the eyes of the pierglass, bead by bead captured in a tumble and folding of lights. They’re all alight here— light bouncing against the curve of their smiles, starlight trapped in dark and clear irises alike; all patrons of light with gold in their pockets.

She purses her lips extra tight, thinking it’ll lend more to her features, lead more eyes to trail over cheeks pressed with soft petals of rouge. She’s never been in place like this before: finery, lights, spirits, and no livery in sight. All beyond her means, but everything that’s hers tonight. He had met her at the cabaret, presented her with the invitation, and bought her the right clothes. ]

"Cher, you-"

"No, no. You musn’t call me that. I don’t like it. Call me your gal. Call me a doll. Call me as you would an American girl."

"Would you feel more adored if I called you Edie?"

"Would you?"

[ There’s the clinking of glasses, fluted and filled to the brim with spirits tinted a pale green. Amory gazes upon her, a look more bemused than adoring with a smirk drawn on his features. Blond haired spun and coiled with curl paper, dark red against her lips, a button nose--- beautiful his woman was, but as an American would say: A dime a dozen.

He likes the control though. He likes her staring at him, looking to him as if he was some great star in the sky. He likes knowing that she’ll bend and break for him, or more specifically, those jangle of coins in his pocket.

And boy, could she kick. ]

"Edie for Édith, then."

[ A bit of light giggling from the dame. ]

“Your père married a woman from Orient? I suppose that means he wouldn’t mind me.”

“My mother was never one to flash her sous-vêtements to the adoring public.”

“Tu es terrible, Felix.”

“Je sais, Edie.”

[ He only laughs at her insult, and after a sip of the fairy, leans over to scoop up her chin. Bits of costume glitter trapped in her eyelashes transfer to his cheek as he kisses her.

She wasn't very good at it, he tells himself when he pulls back. ]

"We could get married tonight. Wouldn't that be wonderful? We could have a ceremony beneath the stars, those luminaries all staring down at us--

"Marriage burns out sentiments quick. Love and patience vanishing faster than smiles during a bear market. Besides, we've only met today."

[ He thought the girl was a silly thing, especially as a tremble of her hand has her splashing absinthe down her chest. ]

"Look at you, Edie. You're a real mess. Go clean yourself up."

[ His pointed remarks has her blushing red underneath her rouge; it only takes her seconds for the girl to gather her purse before she starts off toward the bathroom. Her entire movement and character has Amory laughing, and that entertainment enough is worth tonight's expenditure. Maybe another night would yield a better catch, or even tonight if he sets off now.

The decision is quick, bills and coins slapped across the table for the check as he draws himself up. If he left now, he'd be gone by the time she returns. ]

[ooc: ... I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO BE SO LONG BUT i just started writing and sob a trainwreck. anyway, either audio or [] is fine with me.

bare bones of the story: Amory is the son of a ~~robber baron~~ American oil tycoon off on a two month trip to City!Paris. Feel free to say you've met him before. :3 ]

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I assumed I had happened on something interesting. But assumptions never measure up to the truth.

There's always a party to attend.

[ooc: My inbox can take it. /has 15000 unread messages lol)

And young men never learn to look beyond what's generously four inches in front of them.

I'll be sure to tell him you said so.

I consider myself a very open-minded person, Faith.

And if he wished for me to come, he should have sent the invitation personally.

Edited 2010-02-06 07:14 (UTC)

With nothing to fill it.

And you're so important Maître should beg for your favor?

Debatable.

My father's got all of America strung on his finger. I think I'm important enough.

Mmmm.

And neither of us are in America anymore, are we?

The world's pieced together closer than ever. Whatever happens there may very well resonate here.

Last I checked, there was an ocean between us still.

Money speaks the same all around.

And yours a little louder than most, then?

It's an accessory to my personality, Mme Salope.

And being unimpressed with both to mine, M. Chiot.

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