((So... who can spot the Fae Gifts? *lol* Louis' secondary is pretty obvious, but Sabine is a look-or-you'll-miss-it. Primary will be shown in the Gala chapter, because Louis is a little show off.

Also, anything you especially want to see? I'm currently writing Harry learning to fly, and the Gala is already written but isn't for a few chapters yet. There's also another circle back to "Oops" coming up soon, because Harry's Luck has to keep kicking in... I have no beta, any mistakes are my own.))

Louis and Sabine were in their rooms at Lady Dumisa's residence. The rooms were small, only a bedroom each, a living area and a shared bathroom. But at least it was a home of sorts. And truly, they spent more time at concert venues, their practice room, or the shared spaces in the Lady of the Storm's home.

He didn't know why he was so caught by the sight of this guy. He hadn't even seen him at one of their concerts, just out and about as he was running an errand for Lady Dumisa. At least, he didn't think he had seen him at a concert? It was true that he didn't pay a lot of attention to the individuals in their crowds. He was too busy lost in the music, and focusing on the next note, the next chord, the next move.

Fans were a part of fame, no matter how much or how little. He had a part to play, and he did it well. If he did say so himself. Theatrics, at least his brand of them, went over well. Sometimes too well. It wasn't like he had any lack of attention from both genders. Even still, there was just something about this guy. Not that his sister really cared, but he had to talk it out with someone in the hopes of getting it out of his system. Not that it seemed likely at this point. He absently ran his fingers along the tattoo along his neck, and gave a little shrug.

"I dunno, there's just something about his hair and eyes that caught my attention. He seems different, and it totally helps that he doesn't seem like the fangirling type, ya know?"

His sister gave him a withering look. "You haven't even spoken to the guy Louis. His hair is a fashion disaster, that's what caught your attention. And we're rock-stars. They're ALL the 'fangirling type.'"

Louis' fingers flipped through the bag containing all his file folders. He didn't have to look at the tabs anymore, he knew which section was which by touch. Stopping at the correct tab, he flipped absently until he found a picture of a large red apple. With a light tug, it pulled free, seeming to materialize out of thin air. He took a quick bite as he closed the satchel back up.

The crunch! made Sabine glance over, her eyes softening slightly before she shook her head and sighed.

"We can't trust anyone but each other, and Lady Dumisa to an extent. You know that little brother. Especially with as popular as we've gotten. You particularly. It isn't safe."

"I don't want to be afraid all the time 'Bina. I know how lucky we are to be alive, but the rogue is dead. Has been for years. We're adults, and I know mama and papa would want us to live and be happy."

A sudden noise from down the hall, had Sabine on her feet, hovering slightly between her brother and the door. It was unconscious habit at this point, neither twin even registered what she had done. As the voices and footsteps got fainter, she lightly touched back down on the ground, relaxing only when all was quiet again.

"I can't lose you too Louis. I can't and I won't. So promise me you aren't going to do anything stupid, alright? Be charming. Wrap the crowd around your little finger like you always do. If you must, you can charm the pants off this guy, if he's even there. But don't get attached. You know nothing about him, and certainly don't want to come off like one of our crazy fans."

Flushing slightly, he tossed the apple core into the trash. "Okay, I get it." Crossing to the table under the window, he shuffled through the messy stack of papers. Finding the one he wanted, he waved it at Sabine.

"I finished the new song, lyrics and music both. Tell me what you think?"

"Finally! That took longer than usual, and you were extra secretive too!" Snatching the page from his hand, she scanned down, humming a few bars here and there under her breath.

"Oh that is good. Though with these lyrics, all the fangirls are going to dream you're singing to them. Maybe you should sing it for the gala? With all the extra security there, it might be safer!"

Rolling his eyes as he plucked the paper from her grasp, he dropped it carelessly back onto the mess that was his desk.

"I had planned to. Depending on what exactly the Lords and Ladies are expecting from us. Lady Dumisa promised extra security, since this isn't our usual kind of performance. But you'll have to rein in your inner Ice Queen, and not be a bitch to the Lord of the Flame and his guards."

Sabine tossed her hair and sniffed. "Fire Demons. They should be drowned at birth, the lot of them." Her nails lengthened and grew sharp points resembling claws, before shrinking back to Fae-normal.

Knowing it was a lost cause, Louis prayed to the Gods that none of the Fire Demons would come near enough to be insulted. Or at least, that he could head them off and distract them away from his sister first.

"So, the stage is going to be up above everyone. And our usual Shadow Demons will cloak it in darkness, before shadowing us into place. They paid for a 3 hour gig, with 2 intermissions. They were pretty tight-lipped about what the gala was for, but I guess it doesn't matter as long as we get paid."

"Have you heard about the poisonings? I keep hearing whispers, but no one seems to know who or why. I heard an Incubus telling someone it sounded almost like serial killers in the Mortal World. But even those are supposed to have some kind of pattern."

Frowning, Louis' fingers twitched, almost reaching towards his satchel, before he stilled them.

"I've heard no more than you have. But I don't want us to take any chances. Don't eat or drink anything, unless I've Pulled it for you. I'll tell Diana the same."

"Lady Dumisa also requested we, now how did she put it... 'It would be beneficial for you to dress more modestly.' Which, I think she means some of the people there would be offended by our usual stage clothes." Louis snickered as his sister huffed and crossed her arms.

"There's nothing wrong with the way we dress! Just because they dress like fussy old-"

"'Bina!" Hand over his face, trying not to laugh as he shook his head. "This would be why I'm the public face of That Band. You would have us in jail in three seconds flat. And without any of the fans you look down on."

"Fine, fine. Stomp on all my fun. I suppose I can dress like an old lady if I have to..."