If they had told Aria Blaze about it, she wouldn't have believed.
She would have laughed in the face of anyone who spelled that weird joke.
Adagio Dazzle and Grand Pear, housemates for about five months, got along very well, indeed... If the girl with light fuchsia skin had not known her sister for whole centuries, she would have said that she liked that pony transformed into human. A lot, too.
She found them collaborating while washing the dishes, while cooking.
Some evenings they went out together for a movie, a dinner in a restaurant.
Aria remembered the last time it had happened, on a very cold February evening:
"Again? Aren't you tired of having this dude stuck on you?"
Adagio then raised her chin with her hands wrapped in black velvet gloves, grinning as hard as she could.
"Aria, this pushover already pays us half the rent and bills, if we want to exploit him again we have to treat him well. You understand me, don't you?"
The sister with long pigtails had shook her head affirmatively, but had a sombre expression.
"I see you're not a fool... See you later, and tell Sonata not to burn the waffles like the other evening... The neighbors were going to call the firefighters."
Grinning and smiling, Adagio had reached Grand Pear who had taken his driving license and was waiting for her in the car.
She was good, the eldest of the Sirens sisters, to camouflage her instincts and personal thoughts, because in reality she didn't just want to exploit that tall and beautiful man, she wanted to be in his company, and above all she wanted to be alone.
On the way to the theater, Adagio had a doubt for the first time in her life, an existential doubt... Was it right to live like a parasite, sucking the emotions of others? Was it right to never take root and continue that vicious cycle?
She liked Grand Pear. Her brain had come to this conclusion as the car was now turning safely along the curves.
Okay, she liked that pony-man. And then?
What would have done with that attraction?
Would she cultivated and used it as an energy source?
Would she let it disperse like a cloud of gas?
Since they had arrived on Earth -and centuries had passed- the three sisters had never allowed themselves to have stories, not even of sex alone.
They had only fascinated hordes of humans in order to vampire them with their songs.
It was just business, a job, for them.
Sneaking, Adagio slid her hand down Grand Pear's thigh, who first looked at her in surprise, then smiled and squeezed it. Adagio, in spite of herself, blushed.
The movie, a sentimental comedy, raised her doubts.
There had been an exchange in particular between the two protagonists in love that had remained marked in her; he should have left and they would have never seen each other again.
Standing on the train platform, the man had said something to his woman:
"I wish I had the courage to leave her, to be with you..."
At that moment, the true nature of that light-eyed young man, who on the Fifties screen appeared of a glacial light gray, had revealed itself.
He didn't have the will to dare, to sever a bond that no longer suited him... In other words, he would have deceived two women in one fell swoop.
Adagio had seen human love evolve under her eyes in those centuries of life, and she knew how to recognize the face of a person who loses esteem for those it loves: the lips that curve downwards, the eyes that become determined, the hands that caress the face of the ex-beloved as if wanting to put a calm and cordial distance between them, even if not for this less definitive.
"... Leave her and live for yourself. Live alone. You don't love her, but you don't love me either. Maybe I just helped you clarify yourself..."
And she? She too was like that boy, a deceiver who harbored little genuine feelings towards Grand Pear. To tell the truth, she didn't know much about him either, even if this wasn't an excuse...
When the movie was over, it had started to drizzle outside. Grand opened his umbrella and Adagio took his arm without saying anything.
The return home was silent for both of them.
Adagio Dazzle continued drumming her fingers nervously nearby the window, looking out into the damp darkness that seemed to her to be the perfect setting for her life as a Siren.
Would it go on raining forever for her and her sisters? Or had life put a test before her, that was, someone to love and be loved in return?
"We have arrived."
The curly girl awoke from her thousand thoughts and entered the house, while Grand parked the car in the garage.
It would have been a heavy night sleep for her, and without dreams.