Twinges and Chaos

(WIP)

          ~~Songfic~~  ~~For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her~~  ~~Simon and Garfunkle~~

~ What a dream I had:

Pressed in organdy;

Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy,

Softer than the rain, ~

Blue eyes sought each other out in the crowd as Mayhem and Twitch looked for their mark.  Leo Phillips, the distinguished director of the Kingston Opera house, also running a backstage business of human trafficing.  Mayhem was Olin Blanc, a dancer arrived freshly from Paris and Twitch was supposed to be Quincey James, her agent.  

He would be landing May a job with the Opera house, from which she could work as an insider to take the the greedy bastard and his nasty business down.  However, there had been troubles with Twitch's com and he arrived at the party late, and was now trying to pick Mayhem out of the crowds of well dressed people.  

"May?" He hissed quietly, waiting for her response as he smiled politely to those around him, already feeling uncomfortable considering he was stuck wearing another suit and had his tattoos covered so he would be respectable.  He wasn't going to try call her again, talking to himself would draw unneeded attention.  

"Mm-hmm?" He heard the famliar velvety hum in his ear and he smiled a little to himself.  Picking up a drink from a nearby tray and holding it in front of his mouth to hide the fact that he was talking, 

"Where are you?" His sipped at the bubbling liquid, taking a moment to appreciate expensive champagne. 

"Pardon, I must be goingh down." He heard her reply, voice light and airy -her french accent full and flawless.  He frowned, coming down?  From where? He looked around and noticed a grand stair way, carpeted luxuriously in scarlet.  At the top was a group of men with greying hair, a few with cigars or brandy, one with his lips pressed against the gloved fingers of a young debutant.  

It took another few seconds for the woman to turn and start walking down the stairs towards him for Twitch to recognize her.  She had her face dolled up to perfection, dramatic liner around her eyes and a deep sensual red tinted on her lips.  She was wearing a dress he had never seen before, a white skirt of organdy and chiffon making it seem like she was floating down the stairs on an elegant cloud.  

It had a tight burgundy sash and decals over the corsetted top, rather victorian looking in style --vintage and unusual, but undoubtedly fitting.  It was a dress that followed it's own trend, just like the wearer danced to her own tune.  He grinned at her despite himself, feeling a little foolish as he walked up, offering his arm as she stepped off the final stair.  

"Ah, Monsiure Q'incey, I 'ave made zee aquaintence of Zir Leo, he is ready to draw up zee contracts for my employment." Mayhem played the part seamlessly, smiling at him and letting her thick accent carry up the stairs.  Even her posture and body movement was different, more fluid and relaxed.  Less tense and cautious, she was looser with how she moved her arms.  

"Good work, Olin.  You don't wait around." Twitch said grinning and chuckling a little to himself as her gloved fingers wrapped around his forearm.  She smiled brightly at him and leaned over carefully, and kissed his cheek.  

"What was that for?" Twitch responded, almost defensively, an imediate blush finding it's way up onto his pale features.  She opened her blue eyes wide and looked up at him through her lashes.