Post by Auberon Shahrizai on Jun 21, 2011 18:21:18 GMT -5
I had spent days planning for tonight, purchasing a new outfit, ranting out the establishment. I had even purchased a silken gown for Amelie. What more could she want from a man than the fact that he can provide for her, not only needs, but even the slightest whim? Hidden under the table, on my lap, was her final gift for the evening, a necklace, all of gold, embedded with emeralds and a large ruby in the center.
And then she arrived, all beauty, in her movement, the way her red hair tumbled down her back, the sparkle in her grey eyes. She was wearing the dress that I had bought her, white silk, died scarlet on the sleeves and the bottom of the skirt. I grinned as she sat down with a “Hello Auberon.”
“Amelie,” I said, not given to much exuberance. Her perfect smile faded and only came back a few times during the quiet dinner, usually when I said something she thought amusing, such as how it seemed that banks are more about giving money than holding it. which is why they’re banks and not damns. I knew the joke was better the way Henri, my clerk, told it. The night wore on and dessert was on the table. It was then I spoke up again. “Amelie... I have something for you.”
“That’s very kind, Auberon, but I couldn’t take another thing from you.”
I didn’t respond, simply taking out the box and showing her the necklace.
“Auberon, it’s beautiful,” she said, frowning. “Everything it’s wonderful... But a man, a man cannot be money alone to a woman. She needs to have him as well.”
I arched a brow, silently requesting her to continue, though I knew already she was about to reject me. The very face I let her continue proved I longed for pain.
“You’ve hardly said a word to me tonight, and when you do it’s dry, cynical.... I don’t even know if you think I’m pretty or not.”
“I would think all I’ve given you would show.”
“It shows me you have no grasp of what it means to hold affection for someone!”
That was a dagger. My mind went right to Enide and the time we had together. My brow furrowed. “Get out,” I said flatly. “Take the necklace and get out.”
And then she arrived, all beauty, in her movement, the way her red hair tumbled down her back, the sparkle in her grey eyes. She was wearing the dress that I had bought her, white silk, died scarlet on the sleeves and the bottom of the skirt. I grinned as she sat down with a “Hello Auberon.”
“Amelie,” I said, not given to much exuberance. Her perfect smile faded and only came back a few times during the quiet dinner, usually when I said something she thought amusing, such as how it seemed that banks are more about giving money than holding it. which is why they’re banks and not damns. I knew the joke was better the way Henri, my clerk, told it. The night wore on and dessert was on the table. It was then I spoke up again. “Amelie... I have something for you.”
“That’s very kind, Auberon, but I couldn’t take another thing from you.”
I didn’t respond, simply taking out the box and showing her the necklace.
“Auberon, it’s beautiful,” she said, frowning. “Everything it’s wonderful... But a man, a man cannot be money alone to a woman. She needs to have him as well.”
I arched a brow, silently requesting her to continue, though I knew already she was about to reject me. The very face I let her continue proved I longed for pain.
“You’ve hardly said a word to me tonight, and when you do it’s dry, cynical.... I don’t even know if you think I’m pretty or not.”
“I would think all I’ve given you would show.”
“It shows me you have no grasp of what it means to hold affection for someone!”
That was a dagger. My mind went right to Enide and the time we had together. My brow furrowed. “Get out,” I said flatly. “Take the necklace and get out.”