Eleanor’s pigtails willowed against her temples. But the red behind her eyelids turned black as if someone were blocking the light. Some versions reverted to a chaste kiss on the cheek. Apparently, Eleanor had forgotten this part, because her eyes widened at the script in her free hand. Eleanor ran forth to steady her, a hand on her back. “‘You strip me from the laurel and the rose! Take all! Despite you there is yet one thing I hold against you even now, and when, tonight, I enter Christ’s fair courts, and lowly bowed, sweep with doffed casque the heavens’ threshold blue, one thing is left that, void of stain or smutch, I bear away despite you.’” Her hand opened, and she swayed, envisioning the sword clattering on the floor, fluttering her eyes closed as the script commanded. ![]() She held an imaginary sword aloft, standing shakily under the weight of wounded legs, speaking to an enemy long gone. Magilou feasted upon her energy, let it fuel her. She crossed the stage awkwardly and stumbled over some archaic words, but she spoke as if her love were dying before her. “I’m trying to nail the last scene.” In which Roxana discovered that Cyrano was her letters’ author as Cyrano died of battle wounds. But why should she? It wasn’t constrained to one person. Magilou disliked the idea of rehearsing with anyone else. They lounged on Magilou’s couch and traded lines, using Bienfu as an unwilling prop. Not Velvet’s ideal foreplay method, but she went along with it, tolerated Magilou laughing at her wooden delivery. Three weeks remained until her performance. Magilou’s teasing no longer upset her they had spent enough time together that she recognized it as Magilou’s preferred communication mode.Įleanor touched the script in Magilou’s hand. “I never said that.” Eleanor spoke with affection, not annoyance. “I like when you admit I’m better,” said Magilou. The fierce, competitive, debate-team-leader side of Eleanor peeked out from behind her irises. “You might be better at cartomancy than I am.” “I think you’re trying to make more significance out of this than there is,” said Eleanor. ![]() “That was a much more thoughtful reading than you gave yourself,” said Magilou. Loneliness also came with being one of a kind. The joker can be black or red, but it’s itself.”Ī flattering, idealized portrait. The ace of hearts, the ace of spades, so on. Everything else has different versions of itself in different suits, even the ace. “I should have guessed.” She tapped her pencil again. Stop laughing, I was trying my best! Which card would you be, then?” And ten is…”-she paused, poised to say something deep- “…ah, a lot of hearts. ![]() Normally, Magilou asked her victim their logic behind their choice, but Eleanor supplied it. “Is this a riddle? Is there a correct answer?”Įleanor tapped her pencil to the paper. “If you were a playing card, which one would you be?” ![]() The pages were crumpled, highlighted in pink, lived-in.īored, Magilou looked up. Eleanor sat beside her onstage, looking through flashcards while Magilou reread the final scene in her script for the dozenth time that day. Grimoirh: Are you free Wednesday night after rehearsal?įor once, it wasn’t a lie. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 36715 Chapters: 12/19 Comments: 46 Kudos: 23 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 916 other characters have brief appearances.some academic cheating but no romantic cheating.canon-level langauge occasional alcohol use and exploration of Velvet's trauma.each of the girls' individual ships are explored.Alternate Universe - College/University.
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