It was always so difficult to wait. As much refined you had once been renown for, your integrity was a simple sullied price tag under the grasp of a cruel dictatious tyrant that only made your freedom aloof for the intoxicatingly vile sense of using your body as a simple accessory, a toy for the child in a hideous grown man's clad.
You were an idle jade among a common crystal embodiment, which made you seem precious to an absolute. If only jade had been the most flamboyant emerald. You have witnessed the deviant schemes those inevitably insatiable minerals that could never break in spite of the environments pressure. You were a fair bargain for those damned superiors, in likelihood, a perfection of the blatantly worthless of your class.
She had such an advantage, the ultimately neutral azure with her own entitlement of options and freedom. Her creed was the least to say, mischievous, and her work amongst the disgusting aristocratic masses had earned a notoriously chaotic reputation. It was possibly one of the most interesting surprises when you discovered that she, Marquis Spinneret Mindfang, exhibited interest in you.
You have no memory of any previous relations with mademoiselle Mindfang, nor did you express any desire for one. It was on that ill day, she gave you that poisonous glance of piety… Which made you seem inferior, remaining enraged in the misconception that she was sneering upon your current position due to those choices of fate you had no absolute power to seize, nor did you regret. Shackles only displayed your remarkable combat against the daily misogyny expressed into cruel sexual abuse, the day the blood of your precious little grub succumb to The Executioners merciless triumph of insidious riddance.
After everything, after all her ears had probably heard the most malformed tales of his following, she borrowed a glance you never articulated any highbloods to be capable of. The haunting stance of yourself, still, finding yourself unable to retrieve the unique vibe by allowing her to observe a deprived rainbow drinkers deterioration. It was foolish, really.
Though unlike her, the simple lady had smirked lightly before you watched her black boots walk past you slowly, the melody of chains filling the silent presence after she had disappeared, which echoed, and echoed, restlessly in your mind…
Until the next day. Until you brought yourself to connect with the manic pirate, a lost resort of damnation. Even a finesse like you would grow desperate of company after these cynical set of events. You grew tire of yourself.
Perhaps this elicited her interest in such a now helpless, subservient, woman.
It could have been our commons in hate for the foolish Dualscar.
Nothing makes sense.
Oh well