Fool's Rook [Closed]

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“Wednesdays do have a special feel about them,” she mused, as if in agreement. A small smile curled the corners of her mouth before disappearing. “It is said the day was named after Odin, the Allfather of Norse mythology. Perhaps that’s what is resonating with you.” Darcias giggled and the sound was out of place, she sat rigid in her chair with a practiced ease. She looked like royalty, her eyes glinted as they settled on his face. Owen looked closer to her sibling than Julianna did. Tall blondes with blue eyes and sculpted features. The giant feathered wings aside, Darcias’ eyes were like water. Owen’s were ice.

“Most women prefer jewelry over ghosts from their past.” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Actually, I hear she is quite fond of coffee now. Just one of the… weird things about her since the spell.”

She spoke of the magic that erased Julianna’s memories and the resulting changes and occurrences as if there were a meaningless outcome. The sorceress was un-phased. It posed the question of had she done something like this before? Or had she done something worse?

“Look, Owen.” She leaned forward, breaking that perfect posture for the first time, lacing her hands together upon the polished wood of the desk. “It’s not about liking you or disliking you,” she explained, each word carefully chosen and perfectly articulated, spoken softly. “I’m sure you’re a fine person. You’re just…not the person for our sister.” Another show of perfectly straight, white teeth. Her own show of diplomacy.

“That having been said,” she continued, sitting upright once more and reaching for her cup. The tea within had gone cold already, but she ignored it as she sipped delicately. Clearing her throat, the cup hovered in front of her mouth. “What’s done is done,” she said, voice cracking. She was no longer looking at him. There was a thick pause between them. Darcias didn’t seem notice. She rearranged a paperweight on her desk.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”