Thruseday May 6th, 1999 2:33 a.m. - Somewhere in St. Kitts - Papillion Frambois
"Papillion? This is a bit of a surprise. to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Helen! I'm coming home, I know that you like to know these things. So I thought I'd do the kind thing and call ahead." Micromanaging is one of your strong suits...Papilion carried two of her suitcases out to the car, she'd have the rest mailed to her. Mentally adding an extra L to the head of the Toreador's name in her head as she awaited the chiding that would surely come.
There was a pause. "I beg your pardon?"
Papilion paused at her car door blowing some stray hairs from her brow. Of course there had been potential for Helen to say 'No.' she just wasn't going to listen. She was a Hamiltonian Toreador, her home was still under her name, she was not going to stay in a place where they thought ballet was some form of fellatio. "I had a temporary lapse in sanity, I have come to my sense and am returning home to help fight as I was meant to do. It's my battle back there and I can't play the wilting flower."
Helen sighed. "Papillion, you've been gone for what, less than a week? You haven't even given yourself a chance to settle in. Are you certain this is a surge or sudden righteousness or just a case of homesickness?" Her voice softened. "It will pass, little one. The first change is the hardest."
"Homesickness, indignation, and righteousness all rolled into one ma'am." Papilion said offering Helen a respectful title for once. Neither was particularily fond of the other but, she was the leader and in times of crisis one has to respect one's leader...Especially if one will late be turning her back on said leader's idea of 'Fair trial'. "I realize you don't respect the art of dancing but they thought I was a stripper and are encouraging me to pursue this line of work. Which I refuse. I miss Hamilton and if I sit here and mope there is a chance there will not BE a Hamilton. I doubt my hand in the fight will tip the scales but atleast I will have been there to try." She said taking a cue from her petite redhead clanmate. Toreadors can stand tall. Toreadors can fight, and they will.
Helen's words, when they came, were slow as if she were chosing them carefully. "If you feel that strongly about this city, you may return. If this is about your horror over being cast as a stripper, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stay. Jallyn, as much as she is no longer truly an artist is still a stripper and she sees no shame in it. There is something truly beautiful about the human body displayed in a manner that teases and tempts but never actually surrenders. It is all dancing but dancing naked is the purest form."
Papilion closed her eyes a moment counting backwards from ten, I will not scream, I will not scream, I will not scream. "I have no problem with it as an art form as some of them are remarkabley athletic and graceful, Jallyn does stupendously. It's just not MY art form. You of all must understand a specific niche that bares your calling. To be pressure into another is...Displeasing. But that has little to do with my return, I doubt I will be dancing much in Hamilton during these days." Papilions little black car moved easily along the streets through the traffic was worse at the hour than back in the hammer. She could stop by the Prince and still make it home before dawn if she really moved.
"At some point ballet will cease to be, as all such arts will cease to be. What will you do then, little butterfly? Will you try to come home then?" Helen's voice sounded tired, almost weary as if she really didn't have the heart or energy for this fight.
"Ma cheri someday I will cease to be aswell. And long before that my dancing will have to cease for the sake of the Masquerade, and my name forgotten by all but a few. All we can hope for is a prime we can look back on with pride." She may have been light little a butterfly but she knew the way the world turned. In slow, monotinous circles. "And sometimes we change our artforms...to survive." She admited for the sake of her leader. "But not right now. Right now my home needs me, and Helen, ma cheri I hold you in respect, I always have though we may never have seen eye to eye. But I'm returning, I would prefer to have your blessings, but my city needs me and I am coming home." Fia needs me...
Helen sighed. "Very well, Pappilion. You have not been go ne so long that it will seen odd that you are returning. Let me warn you that this is the one and only time this will be allowed. So long as I am Primogen in this city, yoru next departure will be permanent."
"Merci." She smiled lightly into the phone. Ha ha ha you have a heart...Kind of...Shriveled up hag. "I will be home before dawn."
"One would hope so." Helen's wry smile could be heard through the phone. "I would hate to think this phone call delayed you so much that you had to race the sunrise to safety."
She smiled, a joke? Dark humour yes but really, Helen? Joking? She didn't thin she'd see the night. "I'd race it just for you ma cheri as I know you miss me terribley" She let a slight chuckle escape. "I'll let you go, I'm sure you have important events and people to attend to. Kiss kiss" Her car rolled to a stop infront of the prince's court and got out into the chilled night air.
This has been a Maxx + Grimoire Co-Post
