Re: log: flower delivery - ella g/mason j
She wasn't big on thinking deeply. It wasn't that she lacked intelligence. Despite an eclectic schooling given during a time when educating women was about soaking lace and raising children, she was still rather bright. Her father had always said she was no Dumb Dora, and she wasn't, despite deliberate appearances to the contrary. But nothing good came of voicing disagreements. Ella had grown wild and hungry in a world where things passed lips if they could earn something. Money, food, clothing, position, protection, and other things were kept to oneself. She believed in fate. She believed his fate had been to fall, and hers to melt, and so were things. "We don't want him to laugh." She was irreverent about it. Odd, but the ducky that belonged to the man with the horns, she wasn't particularly respectful of the old john upstairs.
"I make my luck, for good or ill. Bad luck's stickier than good luck, Boss." She wouldn't call herself lucky. Luck was for those strong enough to chose love over comfort, and Ella wasn't one of those. And he might not be a specter that made her tremble, but everyone feared him. The power was all in his palm, regardless of how that palm looked. He could smite any of them on a whim, and that kind of power was always fearsome.
If she was surprised at his requested kindness to Janus, it didn't show. "I have tricks?" she teased brightly. Me? Tricks? And she looked sweet as nectar from Chilopsis. "The newshawk is Jack Penhaligon. He doesn't report the rumble, which is odd. He writes bad stories of nothing at all. He's written one thing of merit, but I looked at old editions, and they're rappers, fakes almost."
She twirled in a slow circle, one that felt like old parties where champagne flowed from fountains built high. She'd loved those times. They were nothing like the lean years that followed, and she looked at his warm old bones as she moved. "For all your fallen nature, you still worship in your own way. You should speak to a woman named Sharon. She believes she and god have a relationship." As for secrets. "I can keep so many my ribs will threaten to bow."