"Queen of Hearts (Anon X Fleur De Lis) Chapter 1"
By lulzies (https://pastebin.com/u/lulzies)

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Created on: Wednesday 20th of June 2012 03:44:29 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 09:12:28 AM UTC


>You give a playful smile, as you slowly shuffle the deck.
>One two three, one two three.
>One-
>You part the deck, as your hands go apart.
>You flip the card on the bottom with your fourth finger.
>Just so slightly.
>Two.
>Your hand goes forward, to unite the two halves of the deck again.
>The card you just touched is just loose enough to-
>Your ring finger pushes it, and it goes inside your sleeve.
>Your white gloves and the white sleeves of your shirt welcome it, and the card slides out of view.
>Your suit jacket is enough to hide the card.
>Three.
>Your hands part again, and so goes on the shuffling.
>When you made sure the card is securely inside, you stop.
“Now, what was your card, my good sir?”
>The elderly stallion hesitates, before facing you.
>”Jack of Hearts.”
“Right, right, Jack of Hearts.”
>You smile, and set the deck on the table, over-turned.
>In a single curve, you run the deck over the table, neatly showing all of the cards.
“Go on, look for it.”
>The stallion and other ponies’ eyes wander around the cards, searching for the said card.
>They eventually dig through it, searching.
>The stallion smiles to you, bewildered.
>”Celestia, my boy, I can’t find it.”
>You just smile back.
“Right, since you can’t find it, I will.”
>You rub your hands together.
>One.
>As one hand covers another, your hidden hand reaches into the sleeve.
>Two.
>Your index and middle finger feels the tip of the card, and you hold it.
>Three.
>You pull away, and eventually the hand-rub.
>You hold the card between your hands, holding it with your index and thumb.
“Is this your card?”
>You flip it over, and show it to the stallion.
>His monocle goes pop, and his mouth goes agape in shock.
>”How did you…”
>You smile.
“A magician never reveals his secret.”
>The crowd claps- clops?
>Not sure.
>You bow, and let the crowd disperse.
>You collect your cards, and pocket them.
>You look over the masses of ponies, in their own flaunty dresses.
>You might say it was very gay, but then some readers might giggle like the faggots they are.
>Each pony with their special looks.
>An average night.
>Fancypants always had the most interesting parties, or so you have heard.
>He brought in all kinds of entertainment, and for a week, that was you.
>A human, with a sleight of hand.
>Amazing these ponies relied so much on the ‘Wow’ factor of explosions and colors, they are astounded by your simple card tricks.
>That, and the lack of opposable thumbs.
>You look around, trying to spy any pony to entertain.
>You notice a mare, with her own company of stallions, far off in the room.
>Target acquired.
>You slowly make your way through the crowd, not forgetting to greet any pony you recognized from the last party.
>They were rather glad you were here.
>You smile and shake their hand, limiting your speech.
>Rule number one, keep your mystique.
>You nod and continue your path, careful not to bump into any ponies.
>That would be rude.
>You reach your target, eyeing them carefully.
>There were four sofas, flanking a small table.
>The table had a vase in the middle of it.
>What was the flower?
>Not sure.
>You can spot at least five young stallions perched on each sofa, all leaning towards a certain mare in the furthest sofa.
>You turn to face the mare in question, laid out on her own sofa.
>She was a unicorn- that was certain.
>She had long, white streaked pink mane, which waved and curled slowly, as it reached down.
>Her eyes were light purple, with its shine.
>She had a pure white coat, slightly lavender in tint.
>From the length of her legs, she seemed taller than most of the mares you met.
>Her slender body curved into a pleasing form.
>Of course, to you, it was met with a blind eye.
>She had three fleur de lis as her cutie mark.
>Her eyes gracefully rolled over her apparent suitors, as she lay there, staring.
>You just smiled top the crowd.
>Their eyes were all on her, however.
>That was a problem to you.
>Rule number two, do not be ignored.
>You take out your card again.
>You lift one hand, making distance from the other.
>You gave the cards a nice pinch to a certain corner, and it flies straight into your other hand.
>The flapping of the cards catches the mare’s attention, and as she turns her head to you, the group follows.
>It is almost comical.
“How would you like a card trick?”
>You crack your trademark smile.
>You then hold the deck with one hand, and use your other hand to fan it out.
“Pick a card.”
>The rest of the group seems hesitant, glancing about.
>The mare shoots you an indifferent expression, before glowing her horn.
>She gently pulls out a card.
>Queen of Hearts.
>You smirk at the coincidence.
>She slowly brings it up to her face, blinks once, and sends it back to you.
“Right…”
>You shuffle once again, not forgetting to throw the hand over to another.
>The rest of the crowd seems impressed; you can see some wide eyes.
>Gets them all the time.
>You finally stop, and draw a card.
>You look over it.
>It’s obviously wrong.
>You raise a brow, and glance back and forth.
“Is this your card?” You say, flashing the Ace of Diamonds.
>”No.” She answers, turning her head away.
>The rest of the crowd looks annoyed.
“Ah, I suppose you are right.”
>You hold up the card.
“After all.”
>You flick the card.
“You’re the queen.”
>The crowd gasps.
>You smirk, holding up the Queen of Hearts.
>The mare looks to you again, and smiles gently.
>Looks like you got them all under you strings, Anon.
>Time to break out other tricks.

>After several more card tricks, and even the ancient rope trick, you have the crowd eating out of your hands.
>Even the mare clapped a few times.
>You finish your tricks, and retreat.
>Many cheer after you, but not loud enough to startle the soft melody of background music.
>You sit in your own corner, a small chair near the mini bar.
>You don’t forget to take your complimentary drink, a simple glass of martini.
>Your friends back home said you were being a pussy.
>They might be right, but hey-
>You have your way with your hands.
>You watch the party, as it slowly dies out.
>Even with its decline, it will still go on for another hour or two.
>You make sure you are comfortable, and sink into the cushioned chair.
>You close your eyes, and enjoy the steady rhythm in the background.
>That sweet violin ring…
>”Excuse me.”
>You open your eyes, to see the pink maned mare again.
“I’m sorry, but I’m in a break.”
>”I know.”
>She sits across you, eyeing your drink.
>”I see you have quite a taste.”
>You smile and fix yourself.
“Who am I to argue with the beautiful lady?”
>You smile, as you take another sip.
>”You are quite a persona, aren’t you?”
“Wait, where are my manners?”
>You stand.
>You walk over to the mini bar.
>You knock on the counter, catching the bartender’s attention.
>You flash the glass you are holding, and put up two fingers.
>He nods.
>As he gets to work, you turn to the lady waiting.
>She slowly passes a glance at you with one eye, and then returns to her seating.
>You smile, and take the two glasses, as they are handed to you.
>You hold the glass on its thin body, careful not to disturb the cool liquids above.
>You stir yours a little with a gentle flick of the wrist, swirling the cherry inside.
>You silently walk over, and hand the mare the other drink.
>She takes it with her magic, and places it on the table.
>You return to your seat, and face the mare.
“You have quite a persona as well.”
>You say, taking a sip.
>”Oh?” She replies, taking a sip as well.
>”How so?”
“First of all, we share similar taste.”
>You smile.
“Second of all, you can be the center of attention.”
>She takes another sip.
>”Well, I try to keep my mystique, though.”
>Wait.
>Did she just say the buzzword?
>Bet she doesn’t know-
>”And I always try to keep it interesting.”
>Well, shit.
>Rule three; keep it interesting.
>You can’t help to raise your brow again.
“That is interesting, looks like we are both entertainers in heart.”
>You finish your drink.
>You twirl the glass, letting the cherry roll around.
“I always end up doing this-“
>You look up and stop.
>She’s doing the same?
>”To savor the taste once more?”
>You can’t help grinning, while you reached for the stalk of the cherry.
>You lift it quickly to your mouth, and hold the small berry between your teeth.
>You pull off the stalk, and set it down.
>You can’t help noticing the mare is doing the same.
“Do I know you from somewhere?”
>You smile.
>Goddamn Rule 63 coming into play, right here.
>”Aren’t we entertainers in heart?”
>You don’t believe in fate, you do not.
>DO NOT
>”Then I say we knew each other since long ago.”