Let's Dance-(Every)

[Dulce Periculum]

Music

Even the white linen suit against her skin was causing her to perspire. What next? Sada extended her elbows out just enough that a little fresh air found its way into her suit jacket. The small amount of relief it offered reminded her she had been sitting there longer than she planned on. She had work to do. The music started up again and it was then that bewitched human dropped her arms back tight to each side. Lovely. It was all sorts of crazy watching her boss towering over the room that was specifically used for these moods of hers. The six foot and and half allurist that was infamously in denial was about to channel Ginger Rogers yet again and there she was sort of afraid to move while she watched it happen. At least she wasn't singing. The woman should never sing.

Why did she have to be the one to do this? Hantu should be strutting his whatever it is he would strut.Of course he was up to his eyeballs in work god knows where. Well, work that Blondie wasn’t responsible for. Did the woman actually ever sleep? There it was. Might as well cancel the rest of her plans for the night. The sheer burgundy material spun around like a whirlwind around her hips. The first signature sweep of that silver strapped dance shoe forward then to the side in a dramatic flair. Sada stared with a flat affect. She was hungry, bored and had to pee and the tootall female wanted to cha-cha.

Where was that creepy Langsuir? The possessor of that hiss in the frostbitten air that she never could see doing this. Petite fingers fluttered slowly in a smooth lift and drop one by one over her lap. Black as night almond eyes followed the one who governed her days and nights. It was far from a bad existence except for this part. This is when it started to get iffy. Dulce’s foot stepped forward and froze on contact with the ground. Her insanely long leg stretched out as did her right hand which rotated at the wrist then pointed to Sada with the palm up and the fingers beckoning her to rise and come one after the other until all folded into her palm.

“No thanks. I stared at your ribs long enough. Last time I …” Sada had some unexpected urge to get her feet on the floor and stand up. “That’s a bit uncalled for.” It was no use. She was already stepping towards the amazon like Martha Graham. “You know how this ends.”

Sada protested despite the dip of her head and the rise of her left foot to quickly kick left then right and drop and drag on the floor behind her. She needed to be creative at getting out of this potential toe crushing dance-a-thon. As the hiss of soles glided across the floor it came to her. Why had she not thought of it sooner.

“Why not invite over the woman you sent red shoes to? Remember the masquerade party? The two of you seemed to have…” Sada was cut off as she was twirled without warning and nearly dropped to the floor before being caught and pinned to her boss's side. “I had some dippin’ dots earlier. I don't think spinning me again is a good idea for the floors.”
“Every.” Dulce finally spoke. Sada was all too familiar with the lack of verbal return from her employer. “Her name is Every. And I think you are right oddly enough. She moves beautifully.”
“Then it is settled.” Sada bowed and stepped back before things advanced to where she was limping. “I will make the arrangements. I can ask her to bring her dancing shoes.”

Doing exactly that found Sada contacting the local boutique to send over a dress in Every’s size to wherever she could be found. It would match the shoes she would bring along. A gift tag included left the following invitation.

Free to sway, tango or to cut up a rug? If so bring those red shoes and yourself in this dress. For fun and for the memories. Waiting. You know who.

Sada returned to find her boss floating across the floor in the longest stride a fox trot had ever seen. Now all that was needed was Every to appear. Sada would nearly hug the woman in gratitude at first sight. She glanced at her watch. Of course she would come. Why wouldn't she?

[Every]

"********."

The word was muttered under her breath as Every leaned back in her chair. Her hazel eyes were locked onto the page, a dark glare radiating towards the computer screen. At her left, a black bible sat on the desk. A single card with the topic of her research sitting on top of it just beside a notebook with notes scratched in her small handwriting. There were pieces underlined, scratched through, and arrows written in different directions, the words likely to only be properly deciphered by the woman who had written them.

The human man, whom she had initially believed to be a Paladin, was officially on her list. It had taken a few days of searching about this 'Gideon' guy, but what she had lacked in patience, she made up for in information. And that information wasn't something that Every particularly had wanted to learn. "Marcus Barnes." It wasn’t a name that she was familiar with, but the name of another man who donated to the church that she was. Rudolph Samuels.

It couldn't be a coincidence.

Every's jaw tightened. He would send someone after her. He had done it twice previously, only because someone in that damn department... there was a crack and a slight pain that radiated in her palm. Her hazel eyes moved down to the pencil she'd been holding, now cracked in two. A piece of it had punched into the fleshy part of her palm, much to her frustration. Outside her door, laughter and the bass of Jake Miller's Shake It brought her back to the reality that she needed to be placing orders for Apparition shirts and not researching the newest thorn in her side.

Sighing, she leaned back and took the piece out of her skin, glancing up as she slid her hand under her desk as someone knocked and opened her office door. "Eve? Someone just brought this here for you." The girl that stuck her head in had been working at the studio for a few months now, a good employee who was in college. "It's a really pretty dress. You should go." Marissa? Mary? Mary. "Thanks Mary." Every frowned, watching as the woman let herself more into the office. Underneath the table, the brunette shook off the wound as it healed, glancing down to make sure the black inky substance had all disappeared before standing.

Her dark brown hair hovered over her shoulder, her weight shifting from one foot to another. Mary held up the dress. "Is it from that hot guy in the pictures? I mean it is your birthday, right a certain man send you anything?" She asked, curious, and glanced in the direction of Every's desk. She had put up a few of herself, her brother and Silas, but her favorite still remained to be the one she had taken with Curtis. "Unlikely to be any of the guys." Every muttered as she collected the note attached. At the mention of red shoes, she knew who it was immediately. A chuckle escaped past her lips, thinking back to the time Dulce had shocked her at the masquerade. "I'm going to head out. You can close up the shop early, I'll be back later to finish up paperwork."

Although she had issues to deal with concerning the Paladin, Every collected her bag before the woman said anything else. She plucked the dress away from Mary, heading out with a turn of mood. Pushing the thoughts of the jackass after her and her stepfather's brother from her mind, Every headed to her dwelling to collect her shoes, triangulated Dulce, and off she went only to stop and change, once.

[Dulce Periculum]

The length of fingers curled at the base of the warm human spine pressed firmly until the chill of awareness was racing upwards to the back of Sada’s neck. Without missing a beat she brushed her foot in the air expecting to find the floor beneath her but it was not reachable. Of course it wasn’t. Not while the amazon in dancing shoes had the white linen suit in her claws. Warm almond eyes narrowed more as they looked into the icy depths of eyes that captured her years ago in a dimly lit dance club with similar moves. The bewitched human knew all of them now. This subtle one in particular she would never forget.

“I need some floor, Blondie.” The petite former cabaret dancer hissed through the rose bow of flesh that graced her face.

Dulce was all too willing to oblige the request. Her hand curled at the fingertips sending each pressing into the cushion of limited hot flesh beneath. Sada gasped. What was hidden beneath the surface of the business length manicure was no secret to her. It was the one that she fell hard for and never really recovered from.

The move had Ms. Abe in the start of a roll downward heading for the floor. Another gasp sounded which was cut short when her drop was intercepted by a flawless pull of the lethal allurist’s opposite hand coming in for the choreographed rescue. Up her suited body floated then twirled into a spin which returned the pint size Martha Graham back to her feet. She kicked her right foot back stretching in a clean firm line behind the left. Her poise was award worthy as she stood strong in place while her chin popped up to point to the ceiling above. The last beat of the music ended with the height of the blonde spinning once then stomping out the the music with the click of her sharp heel claiming the ground beneath her feet in finality.

“I took the liberty of setting out your suit for the evening ahead.”

The nearly breathless offer came from the woman who wore the peppered shimmer of sweat over the surface of her forehead and pale rapidly pulsing neck. It was not without notice. Chilling blue orbs washed their gaze over the temptation of salt and honey sweet skin at the ready.

“What is wrong with what I have on?”

Sada’s eyes widened considering what she was looking at. Was that a trick question she was about to be baited into? It didn’t matter. Sada Abe told Dulce Periculum exactly what she thought any time she was asked because the truth was the only thing that ever proved to set her rather fragile and tiny neck free. Her feet corrected into a casual relaxed position and her delicate hands formed at the minimal curve of her own hips. She allowed her assessing look to travel from the feet that held the statuesque business woman well over six feet. The bare show of what seemed a mile high inseam revealed a creatively wrapped topping of tasteful designer silk the color of sweet wine. It made her thirsty thinking about it and she pulled her lips inward to refrain from the thought of moistening them in front of her employer.

“Nothing.” The answer was just as short and to the point as both of them were know to be. “I will watch for her arrival.”

With that Sada stepped back and bowed lightly at the waist sweeping her left arm behind her back and her right lightly in the air in front of her. Her dark blue-black head bowed permitting her to straighten once again. Frosty eyes trailed the female to the doors of the room. Only when her assistant had fully disappeared from view did the pillowy lips not known to crack a smile lifted briefly at the left corner in unwitnessed appreciation of the small but mighty.

W e a r i n g

[Every]

Out of the other Tytonidae members, there hadn’t been many that Every had the pleasure to dance with. Dulce, however, had managed to sweep the woman off her feet - literally. And much to her amusement, the tall blonde had sent her a pair of heels that were breathtakingly beautiful. And as she got to her feet after changing into the dress sent to her by Sada, the shadow looked down at the red ribbon wrapped around her ankles. In a previous life, the height of the heel would have likely sent Every running barefoot into the hills, if not to an emergency room with a broken ankle.

Unsurprised to see the fit of the gown proper on her slender form, the woman threw her short brown hair into a twist before pinning it back out of her face. It would be the easiest to manage for the evening that her faction mate seemed to have planned. And as the woman collected her cellphone, followed by a jacket that she threw on over the fabric from habit, Every focused on the outer design of the building that she would find Dulce within before teleporting out of her dwelling in Gullsborough.

There was a stumble and a curse when she landed.

It was either a miscalculation in the heels or an issue with the pavement. Whichever, Every was unsure of and didn’t particularly care as she straightened out, inwardly pleased to notice that there was no one around to witness the incident. It took only a moment for the woman to readjust her foot within the ribbons before her hand pressed against the door, her hand brushing against the skirt of her dress as she stepped inside and took in her surroundings.

Her hand moved to her left shoulder blade beneath her jacket, her painted fingernails scratching idly at the tattooed letters across her skin. In italian and polish, Always and Forever would remain in her flesh just as she would always and forever remain Andras and Tytonidae, even if things had slowed to a halt within what Every called her home. She wasn’t bothered by it, but as the nights grew longer, she needed to find more activities to entertain herself with.

"Hello?" Every called out, "Sada, Dulce?"