Eliza let her fingers glide over the ribbon, but her fingers fluttered away from the ribbon on the small gift as she heard the foot-steps come through the door-way. Her eyes went up, staring at nothing really as if thinking about something. She glanced to her side, and then walked over to her bed. She placed her hands on the slick wooden bed-post, as her bed was a canopy bed. She brushed back her hair over her shoulders, her pale fingers brushed against her cheek-bones for a moment. She didn't move until she felt his hands at her arm, that's when she turned around.
"You left a gift."
"That I did." Luigi Largo told her smugly, as if she was an idiot for even saying that
"Why?" She brushed by him, even as she felt his hand at her wrist then it was gone a moment later, back at his side.
"Yeah, whatever." He was ignoring her question. Luigi glanced at the bouquet of mix-matched flowers, roses and lilies put together in some while others had lilacs. Eliza eyed the lonely lilac on the floor but looked away as she heard a snip noise. She saw a few petals fall to the floor, and felt her stomach drop for a moment in sadness as she knew then that he had took his dagger, scraping away the petals from one of the flowers. Pavi probably had picked those flowers himself at a random bouquet shop and Luigi had just looked at them like they were merely pathetic. Nothing from Pavi was ever pathetic really, at least not in Eliza's point of view. Her raven black hair twirled in between her fingers as she flipped it back over her shoulders.
Luigi took a step towards her, as if trying to prove he was really was the toughest out of his siblings. He wasn't wearing his gloves, but he was wearing his usual grey and black suit. His gaze was on her now, as he smirked. He didn't seem to care about her at the moment, how she was feeling, but more if it'd be funny to make her cry again. Luigi wasn't always like that towards her, but he could be. When he wasn't screaming at Amber or telling Pavi to shut his face, at least the face he was wearing at the moment.
"You should know why I'm here, Eliza." He told her with a smug expression on his face
"I don't." She told him as he started to walk around, letting his hand brush against one of the bed-posts then on her arm. He shoved one of the vases backwards as he leaned against the table.
"Don't play dumb, you got Pavi right on your thumb." Luigi frowned, glaring at her
"I don't understand."
"If your Mom leaves, you'll be next to sing on stage." He moved away from the table, walking towards her now. He continued to glare at her, about to probably pull her hair or throw decaf coffee at her face. He really didn't like decaf. She shook her head as she knew she was getting distracted, that she was also switching the subject. But Eliza stared at him in confusion, taking a step back. Her dress rustled as it moved with her, the ruffles that trailed down from her waist at her sides caught on one of the bed-posts. She tugged at it, looking away from Luigi until she felt herself being turned back around.
"Did the Genterns mess with you?" He asked as he looked at her make-up in disgust, and then let her go. He took a step back, wiping off his jacket slightly as if there were stains or something.
She shook her head, grabbing his hand but then let go as she saw his glare appear again "Luigi, stop switching the subject. Tell me why you're here." She was trying to stay confident, to stand up for herself now in front of the eldest son out of the two Largo brothers. Her gaze followed him as he walked towards her door-way. He shrugged, and that's when she noticed the scent of cologne was in the room now. He probably had applied some before coming in here. She thought he didn't need it but he didn't seem to think so.
"Don't you get it, you dwelling ditz?" Luigi asked her in a soft tone, but grinned "Your fate was made the day your mom got with Repo." He nodded towards the flowers on the table "You'll be on that stage, with a smile. You'll sing at Repo's beck and call, you'll be there for every wink and stare, as you're gonna sing at the Operas to come."
"What are you talking about?" She asked softly, her eyes widening only slightly, worry all over her face. She took a step towards her bed, gripping onto one of the bed-posts. Her tone was slightly raspy, as if she had been singing all day long, but her eyes reflected the worry and tension.
"The Repo Man's gonna pay a visit, for every peasant in this town." Luigi spat at her as he glared "All the mice will be there when they see him coming."
She looked away from him as he said that, not really sure what he meant about mice or the Repo Man but she got the jest of what he was saying. Her gaze went back to him as she shivered once, still gripping onto the bed-post. Her make-up didn't smear though; it stayed properly on her face, in place to be shown for the audience at the stage to see.
"Luigi!" She yelled then and he stared at her slightly as if he was confused now "You're not making any sense."
He took a few steps towards her, frustration and annoyance all over his face now "It'll be you they'll be trapping, when the audience starts clapping!"
Eliza took a step forward; she walked towards him then, closer so they were inches away from each other really "With all the suspense, and suspicion that GENECO's behind Repo, as you said, I'll be me in the trap when the audience starts to clap, when the cage goes snap."
"When the cage goes snap, you'll be GENECO's snack." Luigi nodded as he walked over to the door-way, shrugging "Better start saying goodbyes to mom, as it'll be your career that's been made, your act has been robbed." With that he turned around and walked out of her bed-room, and was out of view. Eliza gasped softly, falling to the floor, still clutching the bed-post beside her. Her hair fluttered as a breeze swept though once again.
