Yes. I indeed am trying to incorporate the word 'insurgent' or some form of it in each of these drabbles for this series. At some point, I'll get sick of the word (as I'm sure you already are) and perhaps stop, but I'm making it a challenge for myself.
Okie okie, prompt for the third day: AU.
white dove
"Do you believe in magic?" he asks.
"I used to," she replies.
He gives her a small playful smile, and she doesn't like the arrogance behind the curve of his lips. It's like the smirk of a shiny new blade and it intends to wound her.
She won't let it. She's not simple-minded. Does he take her at face value? Does he see her beauty and assume she doesn't have a matching head to go with it?
She's a woman in Vegas, but he will need a lot more luck if he is trying to outwit her.
"Keep me company for a second," he says, cocky and confident in his black suit, red tie.
"Only if you entertain me long enough," she retorts, insurgent and indifferent in her black dress, red hair.
He pulls out a deck of cards. She expects it.
"Pick one," he tells her. He presents all 52 options to her.
She chooses. She aims for the ace of spades, and her observant fingers are right on target. She shows him the black suit and he nods his head. She slips the card back into his spread hand.
He gathers the cards together and shuffles them quickly. He builds the practiced tension of his art, explicitly showing her every action that is supposed to distract her from the important one. He treats her like the rest of his foolish audience.
"Now you see it…" he breathes.
"—and now you don't," she sneers, interrupting the climax and snatching the hidden card from the inside of his wrist. "I know how your tricks work."
She flips her wrist and looks at the card's face before she looks back at his face.
The king of hearts.
She doesn't reveal her confusion, but her wide eyes betray her.
"Huh," he remarks, innocently. "Looks like you stole my heart."
...mehhh, lol what a cheesy ending.
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