Be Mine - Valentine's Day 2017

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Lucky in love or not, London was a lovely place to find yourself on Valentine's Day. From romantic walks through various parks, to intimate dinners or shared deserts in the many restaurants and cafe's- There was something for everyone, because if wandering or dining wasn't for you, well, there were plenty of organised events to attend.

London couldn't claim to be the city of love, but it was certainly a city of possibilities.

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[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique set her fork down for a moment, with a frown of sympathy. "That's awful. I'm sorry for your loss, sweetheart."

[wispofathing]

"Thank you," Curnen whispered. Fresh tears threatened to spill over, and she stubbornly wiped them away. It was strange to cry over goddamn Rockhouse, and she wasn't upset as far as losing him as a person. He'd been a monster since before she'd been born, but he was... he was what held them all together. And Mandalay had picked of all people Junior Damo to replace him. Junior Fucking Damo. Not a bad sort, but not a particularly smart or useful one either.

Which was probably Mandalay's game.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, refusing to give in to emotional outburst.

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique picked up her bag, and in a moment produced a pristine white cotton handkerchief, because she was exactly the sort of person who carried a handkerchief. She offered it to Curnen. "Honey, I sat down by you and asked, didn't I? I should think I brought this on myself."

[wispofathing]

"Thank you," Curnen murmured, dabbing at her eyes. "And yeah, that's true, but I still can't imagine this is how you pictured spending your day."

[utterly_mysterious]

"I pictured spending today doing whatever I pleased, and just now I'm quite content." Angelique did not smile, because that seemed inappropriate, but her expression was warm. "Of course, if you want to talk about literally anything else, I would be delighted to chat with you."

[wispofathing]

"God, there's other things to talk about?" Mocking herself again. She felt like she'd spoken of nothing but Bo-Kate, directly or indirectly, for days.

"So we've established I'm from the middle of fuckin' nowhere. What about you?"

[utterly_mysterious]

"Here, more or less," Angelique said with a vague gesture. "London's my home. If I might have lived anywhere else, in another life, I'm sure I don't recall." Her voice lilted carelessly on those words, and she flashed a smile. The past was the past, and she spent no time dwelling upon it.

"Of course, my room here in the city is absolutely tiny, but I have the entire city to live in, don't I?"

[wispofathing]

Curnen nodded, understanding more than a little. She was barely at 'home' if she could avoid it, aside from when she needed to sleep. "What d'you do?"

[utterly_mysterious]

Today, Angelique was giving the socially acceptable answer, because the complete truth would end in either excessive sympathy or outright horror, she thought. "Costuming and makeup for different theater productions in the city. Generally not the posh sort, but there's always someone inspired to revive something or share their experimental vision with the world. And they all need someone to dress them."

[wispofathing]

So the sort of scene that Rayford had gotten into, apparently. He was one of the few Tufa who had left home and not fucked it up because he wasn't trying to leave forever, so the night winds were mostly good to him. She hadn't seen him or spoken to him since before she had been cursed, but of course she got the full update on him and everybody else, because the hell else did anybody have to talk about in Needsville?

Curnen nodded. "Guy I went to school with's been working in theater for a few years now. Sounds like you need a lot of love for it."

[utterly_mysterious]

"There's hardly any other reason," Angelique had to agree, her voice warm. Curnen perhaps was not ready for a smile. "For me, it's about the people. You meet the most fascinating, most open and most loving people in the theater. Of course, you meet your share of absolute nutters and irredeemable pretentious arseholes, as well."

She sat back in her chair, resting after having finished her first piece of cake. "What is it you do?"

[wispofathing]

"I busk," Curnen answered with a shrug, knowing that it too wasn't a very 'posh' thing to do. "Singing and guitar, mostly. Though introducing some violin, too."

[utterly_mysterious]

"You're a musician," Angelique said, interested. "An artist. Of course you are. I'm strictly a back-of-house sort of girl, I don't know that I could perform in front of people, even if I did have such a gift. Where do you usually play?"

[wispofathing]

Curnen named her favorite locations to sing around the city. "I didn't think performing was for me either, but a girl's gotta eat. Usually before I just sang harmony with others."