#it’s lady clef she’s after so can you fully blame her right?

[nonsensepond]

A little something something from my cranium flesh (clefurion edition)

People. People were gathered in clumps all around the spacious main area; talking, laughing, having a few drinks. Centurion scanned the clustered groups, trying to keep a somewhat lower profile. She didn’t feel like having idle chatter with any of the others here. Just a bunch of wealthy socialites she wanted nothing to do with.

She has to be here somewhere…

She remembers the first time she saw her at the casino. No one could’ve missed that woman with a presence like that. Her dark auburn hair obscures parts of her face like it’s hiding a secret she wants to tell you, the smile on her lips like a poisoned wine; intoxicating, with a certain undertone that could leave you laying in your own blood. Just one glance from her felt like a dagger against your skin, making such precise and calculated incisions into your flesh with each drag of her blade. She knew it was likely just a twisted rumour that the singer killed off her lovers, but she wouldn’t mind it if she tried to kill her. To have her life be sought after by a woman like that…a woman like that could easily do such a thing.

She’s played a couple rounds with Centurion before, but that just wasn’t enough. Just one game with that woman and she knew, she wanted to experience her. Experience everything she has to offer. It would be a luxury no money can buy. The psychological damage she could do to her leaves Centurion excited just thinking about it.

But Lady Clef: La Dame de la Nuit…she’s so unattainable, so unknowable. Her mysterious and…angular demeanour….the gambler found it thrilling just to talk to her. Their last conversation was from a year ago, she still thinks about it sometimes. “You’re a bit young to be pursuing me, don’t you think? Unless…it’s my reputation you’re after heheh~,” her words rung loud in her mind. She remembers that slight smirk on her lips when she said that; not a condescending smirk per se, but one as if she just challenged her to a competition. She’d let her kiss her just once at the time, so she made sure to take her sweet time with that kiss. Oh the taste of her lips…she’s craved it ever since.

That was a year ago. She’s grown now, right? Things can go differently this time. It’s not wrong anymore…right? Yes. Of course it is. Of course it is. This is just like any ordinary gamble at a casino. As long as she believes, the coin will do its thing. Last time was simply an…exception. It won’t happen again.

Suddenly, a familiar hue of red flashed by the corner of her eye, causing her to turn and look in its direction. Dark auburn hair headed in the direction of a dimmer lit corridor, with Centurion following as if by instinct.

Lady Clef stood in the darkened corridor, her hair still wavering slightly as her back faced the gambler. She held a glass of champagne, taking a long sip with grace. Her figure was still as magnetic as Centurion remembered so fondly. She wanted her hands all over each curve of that atom bomb of a woman. It felt like she was being teased with each slight shifting of her body.

“You’ve come back for me, lucky girl? You’d really do anything to have me, don’t you?~”