A Snake Deserves No Pity [[Des]]

[Aston Savien]

It was pouring outside as Aston made her way into the ballroom. Her heels clicked on the floor, her white, dancing dress floating about her thighs, a muggle CD player with batteries in one hand. She entered the ballroom, putting the radio on the ground and turning it on.

As the first words were purred out of the speakers, she moved to the center of the room. However, when the song kicked into full gear, she began to dance the rumba by herself.

It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me
It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be
But there are facts in our lives
We can never change
Just tell me that you understand and feel the same
This perfect romance that I've created in my mind
I'd live a thousand lives
Each one with you right by my side
But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance
And so it seems like we'll never have the chance

Her steps were elegant, practiced, allowing the rhythm to pulse through her chest and her body, guiding her steps. She took a few steps in a circle, each step turning on the balls of her feet so her hips turned and the skirt on her dress swished.

Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny
And you can't move on even though you try
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life
And you don't wanna face what's wrong or right
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part
In the story of your heart

Sometimes I think that a true love can never be
I just believe that somehow it wasn't meant for me
Life can be cruel in a way that I can't explain
And I don't think that I could face it all again
I barely know you but somehow I know what you're about
A deeper love I've found in you
And I no longer doubt
You've touched my heart and it altered every plan I've made
And now I feel that I don't have to be afraid

She swung her shoulders back and used the momentum, since she had no partner, to throw herself into a series of tight spins, her heels not even touching the ground.

Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny
And you can't move on even though you try
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel
Oh, I wish this could be real
Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life
And you don't wanna face what's wrong or right
Ain't it strange how fate can play a part
In the story of your heart

She moved away from the music for a moment to gracefully walk to the other side of the room and pour herself a glass of brandy from the liquor cabinet there. She took a long, deep sip and smiled in relief, hearing someone approaching just as the latin tunes faded from the stereo.

[Destrane Savien]

Destrane entered the ballroom silently. He had heard music and was curious. His eyes watched his sister as she danced and moved about. Ever since the incident with him revealing his girlfriend, he hadn't seen her. His attention was completely focused on her as he sighed. Why did this have to be so complicated? He walked over to her slowly, ignoring the fact that she was drinking alcohol. Destrane hated the stuff.

[Aston Savien]

Aston turned her head to look as Des entered the room. She sighed, watching him for a moment and then taking another sip of her brandy. "Hi, Des." She said softly, turning to lean against the wall and watch Des. She sighed, moving slowly, long legs gliding, towards the door.

[Destrane Savien]

"Hello, Aston," he replied in greeting, turning his head so she wouldn't be able to see the hand marks on his neck. He looked around curiously before moving to lean against a wall, calm and relaxed. There was no reason to approach her. The changes he was going through brought about a sense of distance from others and she was no exception.

[Aston Savien]

Aston noticed he was not looking at her, and she knew Des. He was trying to hide something. She strode across the room quickly, her white dancing dress swishing across her thighs as she did so. She grabbed his chin, turning his head roughly to the side to look at his neck. The hand marks there caused her to fume.

Despite her feelings of a romantic nature towards Des, she wanted to protect him. They had grown up protecting one another. "...Did he do this to you?" She asked, letting his chin go and backed away, walking towards the door, determined and fuming. "I'll fucking kill him."

[Destrane Savien]

Destrane winced as she forced him to expose his neck. He watched in surprise as she began heading for the doors.
"Oh no you don't," he replied darkly, moving after her. "He'll kill you, have no mistakes about that, Aston." The boy was using a cold tone, clearly displeased with her reaction.

[Aston Savien]

"Oh no, Des. I've put up with it as long as I can." She said, absently running a hand down the scar on his cheek. "He's a prick, and you deserve better. I don't have to listen to him, he's not MY father, but he is yours." She replied. She moved to leave once more.

[Destrane Savien]

Destrane closed his eyes and sighed. "Don't. He'll kill you." He grabbed her wrist in his firm hand and watched her intently.