"Love ?"
The absurdity of the word echoed in her mind for many seconds after she said it, but she didn't let any confusion show on her face even though she was preoccupied and wondered what could possibly link her to Love in any way.
But she was like any mortal being, the word meant so much more than she realized.
She agreed to sit at the card table and grabbed the cards that presented themselves to her in such a mysterious way. As mysterious and unsettling as the rest of this endless room. Full of negative emotion but void of any moral sense.
Poker was an unfamiliar game to her, the cards she observed at her hoof gave her a poor advantage. But strangely, it wasn't her cards that were most important here, nor the chips that were being offered, but simply the march of her thoughts.
The bets were placed, the chips gathered in the center of the table, and the other players who had invited themselves into the game at one time or another were drinking and laughing while chatting. The atmosphere was good and warm. An atmosphere that she had not known for so long.
The host quietly shuffled the cards.
There was no logical sense in the different steps, the rules were not respected, the order did not follow⌠nothing made any fucking sense.
Yet everything seemed so normal, so simple and so pleasant. The gloomy atmosphere was soon forgotten and White Blade's game partners, 4 in number, were chatting away.
"Will you let me drink alone?" Asked the stallion next to her, handing her a glass of champagne in that clear glass, revealing that strange purplish liquid with bubbles.
"If you invite me." Answered she to his translucent interlocutor. But whom she knew so well.
They smiled at each other and toasted to this evening.
Each player at the table simply tossed the chips, swapped cards, talked quietly, exchanged glances, laughed at the misfortune of others, saw their bets lost, saw their bets doubled. One Eye, sitting across from White Blade, smoked his cigar as if nothing had happened.
He spat out a big puff of smoke that covered the whole table for a moment, before the smoke faded away between White and him.
"You know it's a waste of time?" Her father's friend will tell her, as if she is stubbornly trying to keep this long-gone moment alive.
"I knowâŚ" She took a long look at her cards before glancing at her other playing companions, the three of them dead and frozen next to her, lying on the table as if they had been like this.
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