The minutes ticked by until finally they seemed to come to a stand still. The sensory pause in time had tourmaline depths returning to her reflection in the mirror as hands rose to tentatively touch the shorn strands of her hair. It would take some time to fix the bob from its jagged severed stage but it would suit for now.
A heart beat pause and her eyes lowered to the floor where the shorn strands of her hair rested coiled around her bare feet as onyx serpents lying motionless in the dim light until the colors of amethyst and sapphire picked up and through the tendrils of hair to reveal their true identity. To reveal her true identity.
The decision made left her to feel light hearted and spirited as if she was finding her way to a new skin and form. This was no glamour no matter her birthright as a leanan sidhe. The tattoos would remain, roving sleek black dogs to move and writhe and run their pattern across her skin. The dress was chosen as an after thought, black and simple with shimmering straps to cross her otherwise exposed back.
For a moment she paused with uncertainty as she remembered the one impossible to forget, a flood of emotions stifled as her hand rose to cover the pendant worn. There was a theory of happy ever after she once had believed in. Well she did still believe in it but for Spade it seemed impossible. Maybe such was meant for only her sisters.
Change... she just needed change.
Which meant that even the past had to be renovated. She stepped out of her room to look around the sight of the Crimson Scarf waking up. The idea came forth then to spark as lightning and shadows within her and she smiled to herself as she descended the stairs.
"Gavin, I need your help..."
Her smile was that of mischief and old habits as she gazed up at the tall, muscular bouncer as she self consciously ran a hand along her shorn strands.
"What is it, Sidonie?"
"I want to change the Scarf... it shouldn't be a fetish club anymore, that's old news ... we should cater now more to your kind. Truly."
"My kind?"
Gavin knew exactly what she meant but he had to hear it with his own ears from the Unseelie Fae. The smile on her lips only deepened to bring forth those irresistable dimples as her fingers reached out to tap on his chest as tourmaline depths took on their true tri-colored nature.
"What would you say to giving this place... a makeover. I'm thinking perhaps a bar and I wanted to call it the Hair of the Dog."
The husky growl of laughter that escaped the bouncer's throat was all the answer she needed. Now it was time to get to work and bring the Hounds home...
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