October 31, 1883 - Novandria
by
Maelie Arsenault
Where's your life boat?
It's not so simple
You've got to take a chance for all you been through and lost
Let the walls come crumblin'
You better ho-ho-hope something good
For a while, Maelie wasn’t sure what had changed as the week after the wedding progressed. At first, she’d thought it was just the happy atmosphere around the manor, even Mordecai seemed in a better mood since the ceremony. Maybe it was the soft touches and kisses in the hallways whenever they passed each other during their daily routines. Maybe it was security that she’d managed to deal with the baggage that had been following her for the last year.
Are you gonna dance your heart into the moment?
Are you gonna lie to yourself in attempt to reason?
Are you gonna hold yourself so highly regarded?
Oh-oh-oh something good happens to you
As a part of me in love with you
And as a part of me
You better, you better hope that something good happens to you
It struck her when she was sitting in her office doing the mundane and unexciting work of business plans and proposals for her new projects. Mordecai droned on, something to do with where to slip the income from her recent heists into the books, when Maelie blinked and looked at her desk, then at the tabaxi, then out the window. She could hear Sareena playing the piano. She could smell Monsieur Bocuse’s cooking downstairs. She could hear the clinking of tea on a cart in the hall where Clover was tidying up from the afternoon.
Where's your life gone,
has it been a little bit evil?
You've gotta take a chance before it's all said and done
Complicated,
something easy
Ho-ho-hope something good
Oh you better ho-ho-hope something good happens to you
As a part of me in love with you
And as a part of me
Her entire life she’d looked back on her past, trying to make sense of it. Trying to find mistakes that needed correcting, opportunities she better not miss the next time, lessons to be learned, wounds that to be closed. But today, she looked forward. She could plan for a future that didn’t compensate for her past. No more late-night musing, feeling lonely and weighed down, like it was all on her to figure out by herself.
Are you gonna dance alone?
Are you gonna lie to yourself, babe?
Are you gonna take your time?
Are you gonna hold on?
This wonderful thing had happened to her, and she felt that comforting feeling of knowing you are awake when you’ve been afraid that it was just a dream.
Are you gonna dance your heart into the moment?
Are you gonna lie to yourself in attempt to reason?
Are you gonna hold yourself so highly regarded?
Ho-ho-hope something good happens to you
As a part of me in love with you
And as a part of me
“Is this what it was like for you two?”
She asked to the pendants she carried wherever she went now. “Thank you for giving me this chance.”
Are you gonna dance alone?
Are you gonna lie to yourself, babe?
Are you gonna start with a head on the good-bye?
Are you gonna hold on, are you gonna hold on?