Derek knows all of life is (cyclical) wrote in repose, @ 2017-02-04 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | *narrative, jezebelle kelly |
Jeze Narrative
Who: Jeze
What: What happened in Vegas didn't stay there
Where: Home, Chrysalis
When: Currentish
Warnings/Rating: None
Vegas had been craic; a risk that she wasn't used ta takin'. A con that tha shop meant she never would have tried had they been in Repose (too much at risk with not enough promised gain) but in Vegas - aye, it had been worth it. Until the end, as all good things had ta, with Dahlia bleedin' and then missin', and she should have chased, but two burly fuckers weren't on her side and she'd had to wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And swallow down the questions she wanted ta ask when Dahlia finally came back ta the room. Swallow like they were aged scotch, like bright, bubblin' champagne, offer up a smile and her hands to rub knots out of tight shoulders. Those questions stayed down, buried like they were six feet under and the morning after, they were almost forgotten.
Almost, until they came home, and she had Speedy's nose pressing past her fingers and into the palm of her hand. She could keep them - and then came the rumors of a white haired woman takin' care o' her shop. Silver. Or gray, dependin' upon the person asked. Only one possibility fer that and it was easier than the concern she wanted to show Dahl. So she waited again, and when she heard nothin', it was time. May was more sister than Dahl was lover, and someone had ta care for her.