Dear mind, don't rush
my understanding is slow
than fast speech you give.
Speak slow, clearly pronounce
each words you say
as you see
(more) I am a little kid
with a ball-pen
which has lost its tip. (less)
"You're Siroma?" John inaugurated the deluge of curiosity that was to be expected whenever a new member was inducted into their small and secretive group.
"I," Niko gasped, ready to start fumbling with words, "I don't- I don't know that."
"He's an orphan," Ben was quick to(more) volunteer. Niko was his friend. And in this setting his responsibility. He'd taught him before. He could teach him this. "So, maybe, maybe not."
There was that glint in John's green eyes. That look. Ben didn't like it. "Let him speak for himself," John urged.
"Maybe he's shy," Ari offered, being a bit shy by the standards of these people himself. Ten years ago he had been the new man in. He remembered those feelings. He wasn't sure he fit with this company even now (but he had said yes and there was no going back).
"Yes," Niko and Ben agreed together. Four of the assembled seven shared a laugh.
"Less invasive then," John kept his sharp gaze focused on Niko's face. The new conspirator's dark eyes laid his emotions out for all to see. He was gentler than suggested by his large and muscular physique. "We haven't heard it yet- your name. Not your given name," he was quick to specify, "It's up to you whether you want to give that out or not, but the name that will serve you in the Great Game."
"It's-" Ben started.
"Let him say it," John was firm.
In a sense, he wasn't "Niko" anymore then, was he? Niko looked around and knew them all for who they weren't (or maybe who they really were...): Adagio, Little Cat, Belle Starr, Almaviva, the Ace of Hearts. Ben or Cat, he knew there was no difference. "Br-br-Bruno," he struggled, "Bruno, Ever Prudent."
like wrangling ornery cattle
she herded him
nipping at his heels in search of the golden ring
because that's what was in the cards
at least that's what the good book said
(more) unknowingly the deck was stacked against her
shuffled and re-shuffled in no cohesive order
and him, with all the aces up his sleeve
thinking her the joker as she parroted the words
before an audience of three
she thought she heard him clearly
when he pronounced them man and wife
but perhaps her hearing was faulty
for she found out much too late,
this was a sentence for life