Livianna

Livianna

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"Is this your card?" He asked pulling out the ace of hearts from behind my ear. "No." I smirked. "You are a terrible magician." "Oh," he stepped closer, "but I am not finished my lady." His eyes shown in a mischievous way. "What about this one?" He produced the ace of spades from my coat pocket. The card I chose was a peculiar one, one that could not be found in any traditional deck; as a matter of fact, I had never seen one like it. It had been an ace of roses. "No." I allowed myself to laugh at his futile attempts. "I think you're lying." He gave me a lopsided grin. "Unless," he whispered moving his face closer to mine so that our noses were millimeters apart from touching, "It's," his lips hovered slightly over mine. I could feel my self restraining from his gravitational pull. My heart pounded heavily and I could swear he could hear it, or sense my chest rising and falling with every breath. "this one?" He placed a card in between our lips and kissed the card. I closed my eyes in defeat. When I opened them again, he was no longer there. The card was in fact the Ace of roses. I looked to see if there were any signs of him, but the court joker was no where to be seen, save for the warmth that began to dissipate with the chill afternoon air.
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I sat shaking in the cold, glass box I have spent most my life in. As a child, I would be thrown in here whenever I disobeyed orders or whenever I complained of my head throbbing like the sound of a hammer smashing a wall. As I grew up, I spent more and more time in here learning the lessons - that were close to impossible to figure out - that would cause the walls to dissolve and set myself free. "Maybe if I help you learn your lesson, you can join me at the dance?" He calls out of the darkness once again, my body growing in anticipation to see his face but still he remained hidden. "You might be here for some time then." I sighed and rubbed my arms with a chill, catching some of my wounds that were still healing. I had the urge to scratch at my skin again but I held myself back. "Is that a yes to the dance?" He laughed causing me to laugh again, I took a step back from the glass and into the bright light of the box, that didn't seem to make a difference to the outside. "Well, I am dressed for it and you would be helping me....how could I say no?" I asked rhetorically and I felt a brief movement from behind my see through prison. "Shall I help you learn your lesson then?" A playful tone echoed out towards me and I tilted my head, holding back a smile. I nodded, I had guessed he could see me and by the small sigh of content I had been correct. "Or I could do this?" Before my eyes had caught up to the shift in the dust particles, a man stood behind the glass, now clearly visible to me. His dark hair fell over his eyes, high cheekbones pushed his eyes into slits as he smiled at me and not a flaw on his skin. Dressed in a black suit and tie with a grey shirt, his finger reached up to the glass. He touched it for half a second and it dissolved beneath his pressure and my eyes widened in shock. "Now may I escort you to the dance."

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