The thrill lit through her as she slid easily into position. Her armored chest pressed against the lapels of Fran's jacket, one hand sliding easily into their opposing hand, the other hand finding their shoulder as the dance continued. It was fluid, expertly performed as they traded partners and continued to move about the floor to the song that came from the musicians instruments. It was a position she did not realize she missed, wrapped in Fran's arms. Manon did not like to have weaknesses but she liked others to think she did. Faking her enemies out was something she'd always been good at and she liked to think that in the event that Fran was used against her, she would be able to take it in stride; just like they had in this dance. Just like everyone else in her life.
Pressed up against Fran as they twirled, she let out a chuckle, "I am a woman of Greed." She grinned, looking over at the women in question, her expression more of a sneer when her eyes left the face of her partner. There was nothing that tied the two of them together. They weren't married, they weren't partners in any sense that would bind one to the other forever. Yet the feeling rose despite her best efforts. Like a cancer that threatened to steal her breath, even as the thrill of Fran's words washed over her. Jealousy did not look good on anyone. So, she pushed it down because Fran was not hers and she was not Fran's. Maybe it was because they had had enough time with them. Manon had not seen Fran in some time and she wanted every waking minute with them right now. Even if she ultimately abandoned her brother for the night.
Despite the jewels hiding her nose and lips, she grinned, her eyes crinkling up behind the mask. This would of been the perfect night to find allies, someone to take her side in her plight against her brother and Morrigan. But tonight would be only for reconnecting with Fran and she was fine with that. "And leave all these beautiful women wanting?" Manon questioned, a light of mirth in her eyes, foregoing her usual demeanor in light of seeing her friend and lover again. Playing hard to get was her usual but tonight would be different. Grabbing the wrist of her lover, she lifted her skirts with the other hand, navigating through the crowd until she found a door, exiting through into a hallway. Dropping Fran's arm and her skirts, she closed the doors and then turned back, ignoring the guards as she turned and opened the next door across the hall, leading to a balcony. "You must catch me up on everything, my love, I thought you dead!" Her voice had an edge of worry, mixed with annoyance at being left in the dark for so long. Not that it really mattered, Fran had no obligation to tell her anything. Still, she slid her hand into Fran's, regardless of her feelings.
Pressed up against Fran as they twirled, she let out a chuckle, "I am a woman of Greed." She grinned, looking over at the women in question, her expression more of a sneer when her eyes left the face of her partner. There was nothing that tied the two of them together. They weren't married, they weren't partners in any sense that would bind one to the other forever. Yet the feeling rose despite her best efforts. Like a cancer that threatened to steal her breath, even as the thrill of Fran's words washed over her. Jealousy did not look good on anyone. So, she pushed it down because Fran was not hers and she was not Fran's. Maybe it was because they had had enough time with them. Manon had not seen Fran in some time and she wanted every waking minute with them right now. Even if she ultimately abandoned her brother for the night.
Despite the jewels hiding her nose and lips, she grinned, her eyes crinkling up behind the mask. This would of been the perfect night to find allies, someone to take her side in her plight against her brother and Morrigan. But tonight would be only for reconnecting with Fran and she was fine with that. "And leave all these beautiful women wanting?" Manon questioned, a light of mirth in her eyes, foregoing her usual demeanor in light of seeing her friend and lover again. Playing hard to get was her usual but tonight would be different. Grabbing the wrist of her lover, she lifted her skirts with the other hand, navigating through the crowd until she found a door, exiting through into a hallway. Dropping Fran's arm and her skirts, she closed the doors and then turned back, ignoring the guards as she turned and opened the next door across the hall, leading to a balcony. "You must catch me up on everything, my love, I thought you dead!" Her voice had an edge of worry, mixed with annoyance at being left in the dark for so long. Not that it really mattered, Fran had no obligation to tell her anything. Still, she slid her hand into Fran's, regardless of her feelings.
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