six the musical detective au
“A murder?”
Cleves’ tone is calm, poised, but undoubtedly, her curiosity is piqued. Sitting cross-legged on her chair and nonchalantly playing with one of her rings, you’d think she’s talking about the weather.
Aragon, next to her, is less laid-back. Dignified, she listens to Boleyn’s excited chatter with -seemingly- great attention.
“... And so I discovered the track to a string of murders!” she finishes, almost vibrating with adrenaline. “And since, you know, we’re detectives, I thought we could, you know, investigate this!”
There’s an uncomfortable silence. No one really wants to disappoint Boleyn. No one really wants to tell her that, yes, they are detectives, but there’s no way in hell (or heck, because Seymour won’t let them curse) that they’re going to investigate a murder case. Not because of anything personal, but because all of them have some degree of importance in London. (Especially Parr, the writer.) It would be too dangerous.
“Anne, dear…” (Seymour, the gentlest of them all, has decided to try her luck at explaining.) “We can’t do that. We’re taking too many risks.”
“Risks, huh?” Boleyn repeats. “What risks? I’m all new here, I don’t know what’s going on!”
But she knows something has been going on. She talked about it with Howard quite often.
The way they all seem to be hiding… something. What is it? What is it?
She wonders if it might have something to do with Henry. At least she knows Howard has some sort of link to him. But the others? It’d just be ridiculous.
“Fine,” she says poutily. “If you don’t want to, then I’ll just do it myself! Me and Kate!”
Howard nods approvingly. Cleves and Aragon exchange a glance, weary and resigned. “You can’t go alone!” Cleves protests. “If you’re going then I’m goin’ too! I can’t let you two girls get yourself in a case like that.”
Finally, Parr and Aragon say that they’ll be coming along too.
Looks like there’ll be some investigating, in the end.
(dedicated to @silverpetals97 )