"Oh, yes, I do absolutely love gardening!", Miss Kallanthe Douglas chirps. Liar. Her hands are as white and smooth as a lily. "...flower garden back on the estate... daffodils and crocuses... and hydrangeas planted, and..."
(more) My first season. Even more boring than I expected. I'm terribly hungry.
"Excuse me, I'm afraid I must go talk to my cousin."
That escape was unwieldy, but...
I find my way to a corner where I would be harder to notice, and let out a long breath. There's a convenient chair nearby, so I pull it over and sit.
There's a flash of silver, a flash of snow. That's... hair. Oh. An old la- a young lady? She wears a leaf-green silk dress, embroidered in an oriental style with things I can't classify. She looks about... my age. And she's headed this way. Oh no. I don't want company. I don't want to talk. I don't -
She almost plunks herself down onto a chair. Near me, but... she definitely doesn't want to talk. Her face is masked with a blank expression, but from the way she sits, she's tired and bored. Shining white hair falls in strands from the bun it's gathered in. The girl doesn't notice me glance at her - or at least it doesn't seem so. She lowers her eyelids for a moment's peace, but her stomach grumbles and her eyes fly open. Her shoulders straighten as she quickly surveys the scene, probably hoping nobody heard her. I smile a little. I guess no one's infallible; I'm not the only one who hates all this.
Her gaze lights on my corner. I warm at the cheeks, for she caught me smiling at her, but I just turn it into a sincere grin. She tentatively returns a smile.(less)
Take a chance.
Roll the dice.
What have you got to lose?
(more) It's not important.
This thrill is what makes you live.
I live for the sound of my friends laughter,
For the smile on my family's face.
I live for the love of another,
And the hope of a brighter future.
So take back your parlor tricks.
I don't want them.
Take back your dice and your cards.
There is nothing that I have
Nothing that I could live
She smiles, nice and calm,
her lips tainted in red, red
lipstick that she preferred.
I sit, but I do not find the
comfort in being seated
(more) with such a girl as her.
She's a pure maiden, they
have told me, her heart is
supposedly full of gold and
she forgives for all that you
have done wrong in your life.
Yet, she sits in front of me, her
pale skin looking ghostly and her
light hair glows under the sunlight.
She dresses for the occasion, and
is here to make a deal with me.
Her lips are forever a smile, her
eyes full of false hope and lies
stares straight into me as I do not
say a single word. She simply smiles.
Such an unnerving smile it is too,
I start questioning myself; was this
really the most logical thing I have
thought ever since I landed here?
The answers varied, unfortunately.
"Hey, Ali," her voice is whispery
and sickeningly sweet, tinged
with malicious intent. I gulp.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" I don't
dare to refer her anything
that could remotely seem
like we were ever familiar.
She brings a dainty hand
to her bloody lips, lightly
chuckling as if what I just
said was really that funny.
"You're so straightlaced, Ali. Loosen up."
More like, she wanted me to drop
my guard and accept that she is
a divine being worth worshipping
mindlessly like half of these people
here under her captive rule. She
wanted me to be off guard; to lose.
She holds up a pair of dice, colored
red like those lips of hers that was
so much contrasting to her looks.
Right now, a single word repeats in your mind, "why"
Why did you think you could do this
You will your knees to stop shaking, but simply willing it doesn't change anything
You're sure that, across the table, she can hear the sound of your chair's uneven legs clattering(more) against the floor. You can't stop shaking.
She leans back comfortably, chin still resting on her hands, a deceivingly bored look on her face.
"Don't worry, I won't rush you," she smiles.
But the longer it takes, the worse it is. The sound of the clock ticking seems to get louder, and the temperature of the room drops, colder, colder.
The fire crackles merrily off to the side.
You swallow hard, you're dead.
You grip your hand into a fist, grip, ungrip.
"There's no need to be nervous," she laughs, the sound seems to trickle down her lips, your eyes seem to play a trick on you, and for a second her skin resembles that of a corpse. A vampire, you think, she's going to suck the life out of me.
It's an absurd thought. You shake it aside.
There is no avoiding the inevitable, no holding it off any longer.
You roll the dice.
Her face lights up in false surprise.
"How unexpected! It seems I've won..!" her smile broadens, "If you're ever reborn, please remember never to bet your life on anything again."(less)
I wish I had hands that could write stories. But I don't.
I wish I had a mind that could show truth. But I don't.
I wish I had a heart that could be beautiful. But I don't.
I wasn't lucky enough.
Roll and roll and roll and when will it end.
This dice of a life. Unpredictable patterns and 1-6 scales of soon to be weight scales, of confusion and believers. When the urge grips, and chimes in with reverberating pangs of burning, burning, burning desire. You give in.
Yo(more)u roll those damn blind dice and hope. That faint hope. And, you, become. (less)
He was in a casino. Yes. A casino. Even if he had difficulty to spend a dollar without regreting afterwards, he was here, playing dices. Maybe it was the alcohol in his veins, maybe it was the beatiful lady who was with him who convinced him, we'll never know.(more) The only things that were obvious were the fact that the woman put drugs in his glass, and that she wasn't interested in him at all. Maybe she needs to do it for someone else. Someone else who can't do that. Probably someone in a wheelchair, if I trust the wheel marks on one of her high heels, that are exactly like wheelchair marks. Where can the person be? There's an entrance for handicaped people, so he/she can be anywhere. Anywhere where you can't see her/him. The toilets. The man toilets, because a girl couldn't sexually abuse of somebody who is unconcious.
What if he still can get a boner? Crap.
What drugs is she putting in his martini? GHB and...and...OH GOD. I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT WAY BEFORE. IT WAS SO OBVIOUS! VIAGRA!
I run fast to the lady's bathroom, open the door violently, and start hitting the doors.
-BANG- the first stall is empty.
-BANG- oops, wrong person.
-BANG- empty stall.
Then, under the last stall, I see wheels. She's there. I run, slam the door open.
"MADAME, YOU ARE UNDER ARRE-"
She's lying, covered in blood, a knife crossing her abdomen.
Finally, it's her hands shoving his chest, her hair whipping around her as his stomach lurches like he's about to throw up ("Stop just lying there and - and taking it all! Take a fucking risk for once in your life!") that pulls the dice from his hand, an(more) alternate force of gravity; but it's only when he's won everything that he realizes what he paid - what he lost.(less)
Anora had never been protected, her earliest memories involved her other shoving her out the front door as soon as she could walk more or less on her own. She ran with the street children in the lower city, learning the lessons of the street.
But here she was,(more) seeking the protection of the crown and it was time to gamble on whether or not the offer had been genuine, She took a deep breath and walked into her Grandmother's office. The Queen of Gaul was leaning back in her chair, her clear blue-green eyes taking on a friendly aspect as she walked through the door and dropped into the curtsy she had spent so much time perfecting, head bowed, eyes up through her lashes watching until Sophia gave her permission to rise.
"Hello Granddaughter," was all Sophia said, steepling her fingers on the desk.
"Grandmother, I've decided."
That tiny smile flashed across her grandmother's face, "and so?"
Anora took a deep breath, "if you are certain it is a good idea, I would be honored."
Sophia laughed, the first real laugh Anora had ever heard out of her Grandmother. "It's no honor, simply what is right. I will see the arrangements made, you leave for the country tomorrow correct?" Anora nodded, "excellent, the council has mostly accepted that I will have this done. Go, little Honor, we will welcome you to the family proper when you return."
Anora curtsied again and left the office. The dice had been rolled and now all there was, was waiting.(less)
The only casino game I'll play is poker. I can't stand roulette or slots. There's no skill at all in those. Nothing to keep the odds even.
Luck isn't my specialty.
I'd never bet on a roll of the dice landing in my favor.
"So you and I are the ones to extinguish the Demigoddess of Fire," Carlo told Kristina as he hurriedly stuffed his toiletries into the suitcase. She was in the bathroom, still carefully preening her toothbrush under the tap before she placed it in the plastic bag for safekeeping. "Are(more) you listening to me?"
"Yes," she replied, sighing, "the tap isn't that loud. Anyway, I still don't get why you're coming along. Metal is weak to fire. You know that, you play Pokémon."
Carlo glared at her. "Will you all stop reminding me of that? I know that. I was a regional champion at the games, for Pete's sake! And you all act like I haven't taken it into account."
"Well," Kristina continued, "you talk about this as though it was a roll of the dice, we're the ones that are free, blah blah blah. But Tommy is free and yet you use his weakness to fire as a reason not to bring him." Carlo finally heard the tap twist off. "I'm just saying, it sounds a little hypocritical."
"It isn't," Carlo started, "but I can't really tell you why that is. Let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve." He grinned slyly.
Kristina rolled her eyes. "You mean your secret power? Fuck, you can tell me. You know mine. You know Victoria's and Leonard's, considering their powers are the reason they're previously occupied."
"But I want it to be a surprise."
"That's dumb." The frizzy blonde emerged from the bathroom, toothbrush neatly tucked into the bag, not an air bubble in sight. God, she was so meticulous about the stupidest things. "We'll strategize better the more I know."
"I'm the strategist in the group," Carlo reminded her. "And maybe I want to try spontaneity for once."(less)