When he spoke, the room went silent. The ball - something dropped
The dresses were fancy as ever and the air pretentious enough. Just enough to make the mood. The music was a fluid golden blanket, that made the room all turn. 1 and 2 and 3 and 4. The dance - if even that -
And there he was, rugged and derailed, hopeless and inspiring. He held his stance yet moved across the floor to break the flowing gowns and voices, shattering the vase that held their happiness, and opening the ground to something far more valuable,
And he began as though to be self-assured and comfortable with each word , "This is despicable, you have all hung your selves on the ladders of greatness." You think, this is of course, over dramatic for a man of his stature. He doesn't fit the part of a leading figure, his legs were scrawny and his manner too jaded to. The commotion interrupted. Hallowing harpoons and hounds of hunger hunting to make it to the platform - while the steam suffocated the sassy dancers and sophisticated men - each cigar burning the other onto the floor. The saloon was filthy at this point, but he was gone leaving dust behind him, and a track no one wanted to follow.
I imagine him a poor man thought Miss Halloway, she didn't really care too much for the fuss - nor was she ever impressed. So to speak, she was what they called far too light for that, and just far more worth it. But his glamorous stupidity was far too intoxicating for her to ignore. She snarked and bit the apple, "You sure are one to talk Miss Fratherson."
She waited, not a face seemed shocked, though she never formed an opinion for those were costly and heavy - but alarmed that maybe...just maybe, just maybe, - and that was it! The fuss began. She knew just what button to hit.
Desire dropped the fashion. "You son-of-a-bitch good for nothing, panty dropper." Now this was uncalled for, "You're ruthless,! You aren't even good enough! You know nothing of the kind - you were not welcome, you rat -----"
By now Fantasy was laughing. She knew her friend would never holdback from exploding. She just wished she could stay Miss Halloway, instead of dealing with the dreadful sound of desire's demands.
Miss Halloway continued, "Miss Fratherson, has never learned to take a joke. You see, she's far too frail - fathom that!"
Desire had walked away by now, and had an incentive to find that track, that might lead to him. Why did he have to make an appearance? She thought, "I'm going to have to smack that logical motherfucker!"
Miss Halloway was far more amused than she thought she would be. Desire had no idea, what track she was on, or where it would lead. She mistook him at the ball. And I'm afraid she was the - well - dropped.
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The lake was glimmering and the sun was just over the hill. The sounds were so peaceful, the air so crisp. He appeared again, out of the corner of his own shadow. He was weeping. A lady could only wish to have his grace. All he could think about was Bourbon's face and the way he would smile before the world was turned upside down! He wanted to go back to ball desperately just to grab her - to ask her -but he was far too weak for that, he had shook the floor but to meet her eyes, even Satan chose not to do that. Or at least this was the rumor made to explain her life. He wondered why he spoke at all. All he really wanted was her sweet seduction. As always, he acted with his head and thought with his gut - this explains the holes in his logic, but magically the brain stayed smooth and flashy. He could barely understand himself. The truth was he existed far more in the minds of other people than he did in himself. Such was his tragedy - an autograph left behind of a person who's celebrity status was dragged on mysteries of a fame left to the grapevine. Why did he seems so great thought Miss Halloway? Lost without any conviction, a puppy always sells so great. She was drawn to him, but Desire was going to get in her way. Desire had the magical power of clarity, and this was going to be her shame.
As he held in his knees, confounded and frazzled. Desire lurked. She knew to directly approach him would scare his feeble heart - but her love, she thought, her love was all that mattered!
He was far too self-obsessed to notice the eyes and chatter that followed him. He always played as though there was an audience. She drooled over his ever step, and found herself just barely keeping her values - She exploded again - she ran over and over did it. His happiness was unsatisfactory but she embraced him all the same! "I love you Ferck!"
Miss Halloway was back at home and in her room. Planning her spontaneous affair, while the man she hated most pounded her. She gave away to yelling and even a bit of biting too. She always had her fangs. Another one would come by in 30 minutes she thought, I must call detective Cojer.
"hello, how may I help you?"
"Don't you think it's a bit pathetic to steal my lines?"
" If you're doing well my dear, I'll play a fool forever."
"Good, well I need you to follow Desire. I am afraid she's up to no good"
"Always business with you, what do you even consider play?"
"You got me entirely wrong detective, entirely...
and she hung up the phone it was time to go.
Back in this nostalgic moment, Desire, was quite content. She had got it - She knew the next steps. Desire really never quite understood what a ball meant. She was shaped to think she was everything anyone could aspire to possess.
