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Even in death, Cassandra was lovely. 

Her hair cascaded over her ivory shoulders in sable cataracts, pooling in the soft hollow between her breast and throat. She was wearing the white nightgown, the one she knew I loved, and the fall had thrown it up, weightless, in gossamer drifts across her legs. Her bare toes were painted salmon-pink, the same colour as the roses in the crystal vase by the door.

So elegant, my Cassandra. I might have expected that she would sprawl, as one imagines that people do when they have died suddenly, but her body refused to surrender its accustomed grace. One hand curled beside her face; the other lay, palm up, across her cocked hips, its open fingers tenderly beckoning. Her eyes were closed, peaceful, the fringe of dark lashes sooty and familiar upon her fading cheek. Her lips were parted in expectation. At any moment, she would wake, look up at me, smile. Cassandra. 

My hand found the banister, gripped the aged wood and guided me down the stairs, through the palpable hush. There was no sound in the house, not the whistle of Cassandra's kettle, nor the clack of her typewriter, nor the shiver of her hypnotic laughter; there never would be again. Only my slippered feet whispered across the carpet. Only my trembling breath broke the stillness. 

I knelt and took her hand, kissed her cheek and her cooling lips. I lay beside her in the hall and held her, pretending that she held me, too. She forgave me, my Cassandra, as I had known that she would. 

This house is far from anything, so very, very far. No one will come, and no one will know. Cassandra will never grow old with me, now, so I shall grow cold with her.

 

I met Cassandra at a party. In true literary tradition, our eyes met across a crowded room, and for a moment, my heart ceased to beat as her dark gaze pierced me. She glittered in silver like a beacon, like a fairy queen, her bare shoulders quaking with laughter, and she transfixed me. Then the crowd shifted, and I lost sight of her.

I nearly began to elbow my way through the crowd before reality broke in on me again. I skirted around the edge of the room instead, keeping close to the velvet-hung walls, and so made my way, slowly, ever nearer to the vision of majesty.

I reached her and hovered as though entranced, fluttering like a moth around a flame. One of her attendants, a massive woman made up in brown and red like an enormous chocolate mousse, glanced my way and laid a meaty hand upon her queen’s arm. The laughter ceased at once as the little court regarded me.

There were five of them in all: the vision; the mousse; a spindly woman in green who glittered like a gilded mantis; a slick, sleek man with three coarse, white hairs sprouting from his upper lip; and a professorial sort in a vermillion waistcoat, his shoes scuffed but clean. Three-Hairs nodded sagely, as though he had just said something profound, and the Mousse reached out to take a flute of champagne from my tray.

The Vision’s scarlet lips curled upward in a beatific smile. She took her own flute of champagne and raised it for a sip; her nails were the same hue as her perfect mouth.

“I could not disagree more,” she said sweetly, continuing the conversation she had been having before my approach. “I suspect that the appearance is purely superficial. Imagine, if you would, the mouth closed, the hair cut shorter and brushed back, some of the bewilderment removed from the expression. There is a fair amount of intelligence in the eyes, at least. With the proper accoutrement and a splash of hypocrisy, the poor thing might pass for, say, some distant cousin of yours.” She turned her smile on Three-Hairs, who purpled and sputtered. I realised suddenly that she was talking about me, and I purpled and sputtered as well.

“Infinitely more attractive, of course,” she continued, sipping delicately at her champagne. “I’ve seen some of your cousins, Calvin.” A faint scarlet smudge remained on the rim of her glass after she had lowered it.

The Mousse tittered into a gloved hand while the Mantis downed the rest of her wine in two frantic gulps.

“Were I a betting man,” said the Professor, ignoring me as though I really were no more than a moth, “I’d ask you to prove that. We could call it an experiment. The etiquette is already there, no doubt; I know the manager here, and he trains his servers well. All that’s wanting will be a bit of poise, some costumery... A hair cut, as you said, Cassandra. Tennis, perhaps. It does wonders for posture.”

The thought crossed my mind that they must have been watching me for much of the evening.

Three-Hairs – or rather, Calvin – sniffed loudly. One of his three hairs disappeared up his nose. “A pointless exercise,” he objected. “It was mere speculation, friends. I only meant it as physical characterisation. A poor type for a murderer. If a personality is brimming with cunning and passion, the eyes and carriage should tell as much.”

“But low cunning is often made manifest in deception. If this apparent apathy were a mask to hide the madness beneath...” That was the Mantis, whose input revealed horsey buck teeth.

Through all of this, Cassandra watched my face through those unreadable, dark eyes. The others continued to speculate on my literary potential, but their conjectures faded into the background murmur that always characterised parties like these. A man done up in deerstalker and pipe brushed against my shoulder, almost causing me to drop my tray.

“Far better a victim,” Three-Hairs said. “Innocuous and unassuming enough to make motive a true mystery, you know. A thoroughly uninteresting person to leave the reader curious but not affected.”

Cassandra’s eyes saw the exact moment when I decided to flee, and she had to bite her lip to hold back a laugh.

“I do believe that we’ve terrified the poor thing. Please forgive us; writers don’t live in the real world. I’m sure they have no idea what could have concerned you so.”

I felt myself nod and moved on in the instant of silence that followed, taking their empty glasses back to the kitchens.

“Don’t worry about them,” Luke told me as he arranged a fresh array of glasses on my tray. “Writers are queer as anything. They talk just to see how the words sound.”

“I’m pretty sure one of them called me a murderer,” I protested. “And stupid and ugly. And then that I’d make a good murder victim. I thought these sorts were supposed to have class.”

He shrugged his bony shoulders at me, adjusted his tie, and moved back to check on an outgoing platter of hors d’oeuvres.

“They’re called eccentrics,” he called back to me. “It’s what you call nutters with money.”

That sounded about right to me, though it failed to take away the sting of being analysed like an insect under glass. It felt too much like applying for the position all over again, being prodded and queried and discussed like a cow at market. It had been almost like some bizarre version of Pygmalion, them plotting to turn me into a character from one of their stories.

“Get back on the floor!” Martha called out from her place behind the stove, so I did.

The party was winding down, though, and my tray was still full by the time I had finished my round. From my place by the swinging doors, I could see the Professor and the Mousse standing arm-in-arm, waiting for the coat boy to bring their wool and fur. Done up in mink from neck to ankles, the Mousse looked rather more like a Moose, an impression that was only strengthened when she donned a hat topped with a spiny spray of pheasant feathers. The Professor capped himself with a ratty old trilby and led his lady away.

The Mantis and Three-Hairs were talking with a drab, monastic-looking woman who had hidden her hair beneath a length of brown silk and a tall, broad man with an unlit pipe clenched between his teeth.

Cassandra was nowhere to be seen. I supposed that she might have left already, while I was in the kitchen, and I found myself marginally surprised that the party had not collapsed and dispersed the instant she stepped into the night.

I made one last round of the room and ended with my tray still half-full. The party was over, the great gleaming banner – “The Strange Case of the Pen and the Spy-Glass: Exposition of Mystery” – hung drooping against the wall, and the Deerstalker drooped beneath it with the look of a man who had drunk more champagne than was really wise. I left the rest of my glasses in the kitchen and went back out to begin retrieving the empty ones, small hors d’oeuvres plates, napkins, and the remains of party crackers that someone had brought along. There were perhaps five guests left by that time, including the Deerstalker, whom Luke was helping to the door. There would be a cab out there, somewhere, or else the hotel’s car could be summoned. It was an establishment of class, even if its employees tended toward the stupid and ugly.

I untied my apron with one hand and draped it over the arm that held my laden tray as I made my way back to the kitchen to deposit one final load. The uniform would remain in the back room to be laundered and pressed, and I would leave the back way with Luke and Martha and Christian while the silent shadow-army of housekeepers came to work their magic on the soiled hall.

But there was a hand on my arm, restraining me with gentle pressure. A flash of silver caught my eye, and I turned to behold the Vision, wrapped in a gauzy silver shawl to match her dress.

“I would love to write you,” she said earnestly. “I will pay, of course, and please, you mustn’t think anything untoward, but you... Dear, you are my muse made flesh, Melpomene in a white jacket.”

An eccentric, I reminded myself, a nutter with money. Money, though, was something I could use.

Two slim, scarlet-painted fingers rose to deposit a calling-card on the edge of my laden tray. I noticed that one of them carried a dark smudge near the nail, the permanent brand of her pen. “You will come,” she continued with conviction. “You must come. Please, do.”

I opened my mouth to ask what she meant, but she was gone by then, across the hall and out the door in two ticks. Perplexed, I set down the tray and brought the card up to the light. The front bore only her name, Cassandra Saint-John, and a telephone number. The back, though, bore a scrap of handwriting, the name of a cafe and a time, and the word “Tomorrow” in a bold, round hand.

I left the glasses in the kitchen, changed into my street clothes, and made sure that the card was safe in my pocket before I left the hotel and caught the late ‘bus for home.

“I don’t like it,” Gran told me when I had narrated the evening’s strangeness. “These posh sorts, you never know what they’re really wanting. Ten to one, that Saint-John will make a toy of you, kid. Not right to take money from a woman like that.”

I had to agree, but money was scarce, and if it came down to a choice between being a muse and working another job in a shop somewhere, the first option sounded like less of a strain on my health. I said as much to Gran, but she only shook her head and lay down.

“By the way,” I asked as I turned off the light, “who’s Mel... Melponome?”

“Melpomene?” Gran rolled over and laid her glasses on the table beside the bed. “Muse of tragedy. Why?”

You may notice that the opening is the same as a previously submitted piece. Indeed.
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Oh, oh oh...this one! I was hoping you'd expand it! :D

The opening becomes so much more ominous when we realize we'll get to see the full significance of the scene now. The discussion of the narrator as a murderer is particularly ominous, even though the opening does not explicitly imply that he killed her. I like the reference back to the typewriter and the ink stain on her finger.

The narrator has a pleasant view of his fellows. I really enjoyed the names he gave everyone, it made the visual somewhat surreal because at first I kept picturing an actual giant mantis. However the "deerstalker" confused me because he's mentioned once in passing, as someone who just bumps into the narrator, and so when you mentioned him again I had to use the "Find" function to see where he'd been mentioned before.

I liked the transition from mousse to moose,m and the fact that even when Three Hairs' name is revealed, he is still referred to as Three Hairs. :XD:

At first I thought the "moth to the flame" reference was teetering on the cliche line, but when you added that part about "ignoring me as though I really were no more than a moth" I thought it was quite clever. However, the
"ever nearer to the vision of majesty" part does feel just a tad overdone, I think.

I liked the bits about eccentrics being nutters with money; my husband always says that too. He says when he grows up he wants to be eccentric. :giggle:

Anyway, I really enjoyed this and am eagerly awaiting more. :eager:
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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2014   Writer
A late congratulations on your DD! :happybounce:
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2014  Professional Writer
;3; Thank you!
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You're welcome. (:
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Congrats for DD hon :glomp:
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Professional Writer
8D Thanks! It makes me so happy! 
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C-A-Harland Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014  Student Writer
This was so beautiful and the writing was almost hypnotic. I couldn't stop reading. I loved the imagery and the way you referenced the other party-goers. 
The way the ending and beginning tie together is wonderful as well with the references to her death and the muse of tragedy. 
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Professional Writer
Oh goodness, thank you. Makes me wish I'd posted more of this. 
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I absolutely *love* the imagery you use, your choice of adjectives, the texture of your words. I'm definitely curious about how our narrator got to his situation in the opening, from this initial meeting with Ms. Saint-John.

Very nicely written, and congratulations on the well-deserved DD! :)
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Professional Writer
Oh, thank you! It'll be quite a while before this book is finished, I'm afraid, and I don't know whether I'll be posting more on DA or not. But I'm very glad it's been so well received!
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DeriveAnemone Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Intriguing... I think the character of Cassandra sounds great! Heart 
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Professional Writer
:D Thanks!
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HimitsuUK Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014   Photographer
Nice reading :D
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Professional Writer
Thank you!
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Congratulations on the Daily Deviation! :clap:
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Professional Writer
Thanks!
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You're welcome!
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lintu47 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Congrats on the DD, i love your style! :dalove:
Have a nice day! :party:
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Professional Writer
Aww, thank you!
I had a great day. :) Right back atcha!
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lintu47 Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
My pleasure, thank you! :heart:
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congratulations to the well deserved Daily Deviation Clap
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Professional Writer
Thank you!
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leyghan Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
First off, I absolutely adore this style of prose. Secondly, I love your descriptions, and characterizations. The pacing is terrific as well and you leave the reader (well me) wanting more. Excellent!
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pinballwitch Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012
An intriguing start! :)

I'm not sure about your intended audience, but I personally found some of your prose a bit too purpled with SAT-type vocabulary (especially when it came to describing Cassandra) and literary references that were off-putting--regardless of whether or not your target audience is more literarily inclined than the average joe, because narrator does not seem to fall into that category (asking who is Melponome, etc). Thus, the narrative voice doesn't seem to fit in with how you've characterized the narrator in certain places. (For example, the last several paragraphs seem to fit the narrator's character well and develop his voice, but an earlier reference to Pygmalion is jarrring.)

Congrats on DLD :)
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Be sure to check out the other artists featured and show your support by :+fav:ing the News Article. Keep writing and keep creating.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2012  Professional Writer
8D Thank you so much!
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DanikaMilles Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
OMG this is crazy. I am excited to read more!
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2012  Professional Writer
^^ Thanks!
There will be more. I'm completing a few other projects first, but there will be more.
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DanikaMilles Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
You're welcome

Awesome! Can't wait!
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Ochiru Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Fantastic! (I'm glad I finally had the time to read this - it has been sitting tantalising me for the best part of two weeks)
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2012  Professional Writer
Why, thank you! ^^ I suppose I'm glad it tantalizes.
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DizzyOdd Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I have nothing to say but that I loved it. I won't write a review just to say that, because I know that often what one wants in a review is criticism, and honestly, I don't have the literary skill to write recommendations.
I adore the style of this piece. So much is implied, just with this little part, and I desperately want to read more. I could absolutely visualise the characters. You captured the character Cassandra perfectly - she could be anything, but the opinion is made. You suspect you know her character, but it's not so solid as to mar her or to glorify her.
All in all, I can't wait for more.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2012  Professional Writer
^^ Thanks! It's sort of my tribute to Daphne Du Maurier.
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Shyanne-Kai Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2012
You're writing is very beautiful; it's textured and deep. I could feel myself in that room, hear their voices and conversations surrounding me. I love the 'aged wood' and 'velvet-hung walls.' Fantastic.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2012  Professional Writer
Thank you kindly!
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AgentBabycakes Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Beautiful.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2012  Professional Writer
:) Thank you!
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AgentBabycakes Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome.
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callerofcrows Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:O :O :O
Hey, are you a hurricane? BECAUSE THIS PIECE BLEW ME AWAY.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2012  Professional Writer
O_o
Come back!
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callerofcrows Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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nahrain Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hmm...I'm eager to know the rest..how Cassandra wrote her own TRAGEDY....but is it true that a writer would play or manipulate people just to have the Muse? it is an interesting idea......harsh but interesting.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2012  Professional Writer
There will be more. :)
And as a writer... yes. I am a manipulative bitch. It's loads of fun. ;)
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nahrain Featured By Owner Jun 11, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
ha ha ha..yeah I can believe that..but beware there are many psychos out there :D :crazy:
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MebutREAlizeD Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2012  Professional Writer
^^ Thank you!
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MebutREAlizeD Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
you're welcome! I need to read the rest!!
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TheChesherCat Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ooh, exciting. *sits down to wait for more*
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2012  Professional Writer
D: Don't hold your breath. There will definitely be more, but I have a bunch of other projects to finish, first.
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TheChesherCat Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Projects as in real-life projects, or projects as in writing projects? (Because Siiiiireeeeen)
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2012  Professional Writer
Writing projectsssssssss. (More Siren will be forthcoming, I swear. And soon. I need to get back on that. I sort of got my groove thrown off by moving and the end of school, and that translated into writing Other Things instead... xD)
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