🥀Love Is A Dagger 🗡

~Chapter 3~

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~France, 1899~
~November 2~
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As it had the night before, the sky sobbed with rain while the wind whistled an eerie tune that swept through the trees. The droplets of water lashed frightfully at the windowpane of Sprite's father's room, feeling like tiny daggers against the bare skin of any soul unlucky enough to feel it. Sprite rolled onto her back, careful as to not wrinkle her newly sewn dress, a gift from her grandmother. She watched with an odd fascination as her fathers dressed swiftly, not taking their eyes off of their ties, making sure that they were knotting them correctly. They mumbled to one another occasionally, but besides that they remained silent and almost solemn. And Sprite couldn't take it. "So... are the both of you... excited?" The two men exchanged unreadable looks before Loki replied, "Yes, Madam Carter's performances are entertaining." Mobius chuckled. "More out of the ordinary, if you ask me. But that's what makes them even better!" Sprite nodded in agreement. "Are you ready?" It took a moment for Sprite to realize that the question was directed at her. "Oh! Yes, I'm ready. I'm ready." "Good. We're leaving now." Mobius offered Loki his arm, and he linked his own through it in response. As Sprite walked behind them, she couldn't help but observe how the pair looked at each other with an inordinate amount of love and undying fidelity to the other. She could only focus on the craving that prodded her mind; the craving for a love as true as their's. But she would have to wait; it wasn't her time just yet. There was still so much she wanted to do before getting married or being part of a serious relationship. Loki grabbed two umbrellas near the door, and handed one to Sprite. And she was more than grateful for it. As she stepped outside, the wind howled even louder as if their appearance had scared it in some way. But the couple barely seemed to take notice of the sudden change, as they spoke to each other in such low voices that over the wind and rain it was hard to make out anything. Sprite shivered slightly as they walked the four blocks to the local theater, and tried to huddle as close as possible to the umbrella. She would certainly not upset her grandmother for ruining such a lovely dress, nor would she allow herself to disgrace her fathers and look a sight, especially not at a public event. Sprite observed the wet and sticky clumps of leaves forming small spheres the size of coins, almost as if glued together. The walk was a sudden blur, and she had forgotten it by the time she reached the doors to the theater. As she stepped in, she was greeted by the scent of lavender and the sound of the orchestra warming up. Her fathers separated, going off to converse with others. She felt as if she'd ingested something slimy; she knew the reason as to why they separated and refused to show any sign of affection to each other in public. In these times, it was considered humiliating for even man and woman to kiss in the public eye. And it would be a sin for anyone to put two and two together and realize that two men were sharing a bed right under their noses, while remaining unseen. For this, Sprite held her tongue for fear of revealing the wrong thing to strangers. While also containing the urge to snap and bring down the barriers of secrecy. But she knew better. She shook herself off, and went to search for the Carter family.