A World Made For Whores

6: Remembering

Night closes the door gently as he enters the room.

"What did your father want to discuss?"

"Our annual charity auction."

She scrunches her brows. "What auction?"

"My mother grew up in an orphanage. After she married my father she made sure that the orphanage stayed alive so that kids like her would always have a place to go. She had an auction every year with odds and ends around the castle."

"Had?"

"She," Night clears his throat. "She was murdered five years ago."

She gasps. "Oh Night I'm so sorry. I didn't know. My family isn't from here."

"It's alright. We still have the auction every year in her memory." He pauses. "What about your mother? You never talk about your family much."

"Well my mother is a sculptor and a painter. My father goes down to the market and sells them all for as much money as he can. My two little brothers are both in School 2. The twins are quite the trouble makers." She laughs. "And my older sister. I haven't seen her in 6 years."

She plays with Night fingers, Night studying here expression. "Who did they sell her to?"

"No one. They dumped her on the street like they did me." She sniffles with a laugh. "I'm sorry. I'm a mess."

"You're fine my love." He kisses her forehead. "Your mother was an artist. Did she ever teach you much?"

"Oh God no. I was never much good with a brush. My father would always tell me that I painted with my voice."

"You sing?"

Glacier nods.

"Sing for me?" She pauses, before taking a deep breath.

Lay your bod down on the snow

Sleep the night away

And when does rise the sun

Don't let your dreams fade way

For if they stay inside your mind

They'll grow day after day

They'll learn to stand and walk and run

And you'll be as bright as they

Her voice carries the melody in a quiet and eerie way, almost like wind chimes.

"That was beautiful." He whispers, awed. "What song was that?"

"It doesn't really have a name. It was the lullaby my mother use to sing me to sleep with." She blushes.

"You have a beautiful gift. How come you never use it?" Night asks.

"I've never had the opportunity. I was never good enough to perform. In the last few years I've improved but then it was too late." Her voice is sad.

Frustration swallows him. "As soon as I can I will find a way to get you out of here. I don't care what I have to do."

"I am still waiting for an opportunity to run."

Nigh takes her face in his hands. "As soon as you do please get away from this place. Perhaps we could even elope."

"Perhaps we could." She grins.

He tries to kiss her gently, but the pull between them is too strong. Soon they find themselves tangled in each other. He lies over Glacier as her hands explore his body, her cool skin soothing against his own. She traces her fingers across his back, digging them into his shoulders as he bites down on her lip.

They pull away their clothes as they pull each other closer.

Skin touching.

Hearts touching.

Souls touching.