Cold-hearted love

24. Everett

Sage looked startle at the sudden disburse of the party when I spotted her. And although I haven't read any of her things yet to know for sure I know the dream was a memory. Her music was beautiful and like all true music it had a underlining of truth and pain. I walk up to her in the ballroom-- yes they have a ballroom, it's a very old house. "Did you know they don't have creamed niblets puffs, some party?" I say as a way to begin the conversation. Sage wasn't an open person; you have to pry her secrets without her knowledge it why I wouldn't approach the topic of music until she did.

Sage gazes over the party for some clue and looks over at me. "What are niblets?" she questions. I barked out a small laugh in spite of myself. She gave me a sharp glance and whatever she saw in my expression made her turn back quick.

"What would people today call it? Corn, right", I said, bemused. I heard her mumble a comeback about how I was a person from today. And this time, I couldn't help myself. I spared her a glance in my peripheral vision. 

". . .How much of it did you hear?", I catch the end of her sentence. I heard her suck in a stuttering breath. Her music was intimate and for her only no matter how hevenly it sounded, she wanted to keep it that way.

In a way I get it now: Alchol was a supressent; Music was a release.

"Not much, just the tail-end". Her eyes relaxed in relief and it was as if she was actually alive tonight and vibrant. She looked. . .every bit of the goddess she was becoming.

Long wavy red hair coming undone from their decorative state and cascading down her back like a waterfall, framing her curves. Lose hair surround her face. Gray eyes, bright and shining with a calm mask. Face even paler, in the silver dress. Her long legs were visible in through the slits of her dress, revealing her thigh in a seductive nature whenever she moved, unknowingly maybe.  Perhaps it that innocence or rather, that oblivious seduction that made her all the more alluring. I shift my pelvis. 

". . .Well?" Oh, she was talking.

"What?"

"Are you going to tell me or what?" I presume she's talking about why the all night party is ending before two.

"First you answer my question. How much have you been drinking?"

"Barely anything besides a glass of champagne. Now answer my god-dammed question". No wonder she was acting like this. She was practically drunk. Your brother punched a old investor and beat up his son pretty bad and now the party is over early", I said ever so calmly. Her eyes widened.

"And you didn't do anything!?"

"Not my problem". She didn't even look remotely surprised.

I didn't have to care. And really her brother wasn't my problem. Sage grew me a soul, not because she had a choice but because our souls were intertwined, made from the same things. She had more of me than I did. And we had more of her than she does.

Sage has done enough for him, she should let it go.

"I checked on Elliot in your room He's awake and drinking your coffee and complaining about his headache and blank memory. Though, I don't suggest going in, it smells like vomit". I had checked up on him after putting away my findings.

I turn to find her gone as soon as I uttered a word concerning her beloved Jacks.