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Once again, yet not the same
Chapter 2 – Faint smile from a looking glass
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The purple-haired young man brushed away some stray hair on Saya's neck and shoulders, and took the silk cape off.
-Fabulous! –he exclaimed, praising his own work. Then swiftly bend over to clean after him.
Solomon drew himself closer and smiled to her, from the looking glass three faces faintly smiled back.
-Thank you, André. She looks adorable.
-Always my pleasure, sir.
The stylist tilted his head respectfully and picked up his tools. Solomon ushered him to the door.
-Oh, André, I supposed I don't have to remind you that…
-Mr. Goldshmith, you can always count on my discretion.
Solomon smiled and lightly tapped the young man's shoulder.
-Thank you, André. Contact my assistant regarding your bill. –Solomon closed the door, and within seconds he was back to Saya's side.
She had stood up and approached the window panes; the tip of her fingers followed the raindrops' capricious paths on the cold glass. Solomon eyes caressed her figure for a moment.
Her silky hair was now shoulder-long. And in a casual short pink dress she looked so young and vulnerable.
Yet, she was a chiropteran Queen, a skillful sword fighter and a relentless warrior.
And the only one who had won Solomon's heart.
-Saya… - he called her name softly, almost requesting her permission to come closer.
She wouldn't budge. Since Solomon had moved her to his place, one week ago, she was always in this state. Saya would spend plenty of time in bed, her eyes opened, her mind traveling spaces that were out of Solomon's reach. She was also fond of staring out through the windows for hours, her gaze on the stars or the storms without really paying heed to her surroundings. From time to time, a treacherous tear would flee her eye, and her lips would cry her First Chevalier's name.
The first time Solomon witnessed this scene, he became ill with jealousy and sorrow.
He was totally empathic with her grief and mourning. After all, Hagi was her faithful companion and he had loved her deeply. However, it was the sentiment that so patently surrounded the crying of his Chevalier's name that made Solomon wonder whether he would ever win her love. For her heart seemed to be engaged with Hagi's memories.
The Chevalier tried to convince himself of the transitory nature of her state. He just needed to grant her some space and time alone so her heart would heal.
However, as time elapsed, he started favoring the notion of a more active intervention.
Bearing these thoughts, Solomon embraced her, his chest locked to her back. He leaned his face on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.
"Saya, I know you are in pain… Hagi was very precious to you and he will always live in your feelings and memories."
The Chevalier made her turn in his arms and faced her gorgeous eyes.
"And I want you to know that I'm here for you. I'm presenting you my heart and my life. And there is no rush…"
"I'll be waiting for you, for you to look at me, to talk to me, to search my company…"
Saya's eyes became large ponds of long-hold tears.
"And it's time to throw out your grief. I'll help you."
He enfolded her tightly, and then passionately murmured to her ear:
"Cry it out, let it out…"
Saya felt as if a dam of emotions had fell to pieces inside of her. Waves of sorrow and anger bathed her body and mind. She started to cry loudly, to call her Chevalier's name. She jerked and shuddered into Solomon's arms, which wouldn't let go of her.
He pulled her down to the floor, where he embraced her and rocked her on his lap.
Her howls eventually grew less frequent and died out as stifled moans.
Solomon took her to her bed. He let her head rest on the pillows and sat by her, wiping her face with his handkerchief. As soon as she felt calmer, he stood up.
-Don't you leave me… -she whispered.
Solomon heart lifted with joy. She had spoken to him. She wanted his company.
-I was going to call in the maid, that's all…
He lightly motioned her hand over the sensor and went back to her side. This time, she rested her head on his lap. Solomon thought that he wouldn't trade his place with a king's. He felt so blissful.
The spacious brass bed was covered with white satin sheets. A tenuous fragrance of lavender flowers rose from the covers. He managed to reach the dimmer and the crystal chandelier started radiating fading beams over the couple. Solomon looked down at her, she was so gorgeous even in her sorrow. The brass bed, the satin covers and the dim lights were just suitable decorations to her beauty. As he looked at her velvety skin, her midnight hair, he could not help but envision their unclothed bodies entwined on that bed, her locks cascading over his closed eyes, his mouth…
-Vous avez appelé, monsieur?
Solomon blushed a little. He was grateful the lights were so dim.
-Oui, Amélie. S'il vous plaît, une tisane pour mademoiselle. Elle se sent un peu nerveuse.
-Tout de suite, monsieur.
The maid was prompt to leave the chamber.
"Solomon, restrain yourself" –he thought, a little amused.
Saya stirred and the Chevalier's eyes were drawn to her angelic face. He started to lovingly stroke her hair.
-We will have Eternity… -he mused.
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Did you call, sir?
Yes, Amélie. Please, some herbal tea for the lady. She's feeling a little nervous.
Right away, sir.
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Note: Ok, about the brief dialogue in French, I do have a reason. According to the story, Cinq Fleches' headquarters were located in Paris. I would have LOVED to listen to Solomon speak French, but of course, it never happened. sigh
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