Henley Reeves is no one's sidekick (needshandcuffs) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-12-14 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open (20), !plot (25), henley reeves |
Who: Henley Reeves OTA
When: Forward dated to the middle of the night, Dec. 14th
Where: At first inside her trailer and then just outside
What: Henley is reflecting on her past relationship and seeing things when she’s half-asleep.
Rating: TBD, but mild so far
Status: Ongoing/Open
“A black rose for a black day.” Danny had said, then presenting Henley with a black rose he seemed to produce out of thin air. At the time she was already in awe of him and his talent. The fact that he talked to her outside of the practices they dedicated to their routines made her feel almost giddy. Anyone could have seen that she was enamored with him and, sometimes when he let his guard down, it seemed like Daniel Atlas, aspiring magician, was enamored with his assistant. Something was building.
She’d remembered the rose because it all sounded so poetic. Even as the rose was wilting days later she’d made a point to press it and preserve it in the pages of her favorite book. Henley never would have called it a crush, but that was what it was. An absolutely innocent almost childlike crush on the man who was technically her boss. It wasn’t long after the rose that he stole a kiss backstage, just before they were to walk onstage. It frustrated her because it gave her no time to properly react. She had to wait to say anything about it ‘til after the show.
From then on, it seemed like things progressed at light speed. Sitting together in coffee shops quickly moved on to spending nights at Danny’s apartment. There were more and more stolen kisses backstage. But then things kept moving forward and eventually moving towards the end. Danny was getting famous and it was going to his head. When Henley, a talented magician in her own rite, proposed they become a double act Danny lost it and it broke Henley’s heart. From that point on he was more critical of her, even criticizing her weight when she couldn’t fit through a ridiculously small trap door. She couldn’t take it. They ended things and Henley quit her job.
Fortunately for Henley, it was only the beginning. She made a name for herself as an escape artist and built up a fanbase rather quickly. Shortly after the launch of her website she could have sworn Danny was leaving anonymous comments on her website. It helped her formerly bruised ego recover, at least a little bit.
Then, at the height of her career, Danny came back into her life. They’d both caught the attention of The Eye, a group dedicated to preserving magic, and they were lumped together with two others into a group act. They were working together once more. At first Henley was irritable around him, remembering all of the cutting remarks and critiques, but against her will Danny started to grow on her once again.
The last memory Henley had of Danny before she’d been brought to the carnival was a slightly melancholy one. She’d fixed a piece of equipment and as she was handing it to him she waved her hand and produced a black rose, hoping he’d remember. Of course, he didn’t. He said he couldn’t believe he’d ever said something as ridiculous as ‘A black rose for a black day.’ and refused to believe it ever happened. Henley left him the rose and stormed off. That was when she’d been taken by Management.
Henley sniffled, remembering her years with Danny and the mildly disappointing reunion. She didn’t know why she was remembering it in such vivid detail, but it was almost like reliving it. She sat up in her bed and rubbed her eyes, feeling like she wasn’t going to get much sleep, when something caught her eye. Henley narrowed her eyes to see better in the dark of the trailer and could have sworn that she saw Danny, dressed up as if for a performance.
“Danny?” She asked in a low voice, but as soon as she spoke he left the trailer. Henley hopped to her feet excitedly, hoping it was really him, and chased after him in her nightgown. Once she was outside of the trailer, standing in the middle of an open space, it seemed that he’d vanished on her. Henley frowned, not liking her mind playing tricks on her, and shook her head.
“Damnit, Danny...” She sighed, feeling traces of tears forming in her eyes.