Adagio touched her gem beneath the maroon fabric at her neck. Good thing turtlenecks were “in” this year. Else one of the others might remember the blue glow from the concert, or notice her choker held a perfect, color-shifted copy of the sirens’ old gems.
Or worse, they’d think it was another impulse buy. “You really can’t afford that.” “I worry about you, Daj.” “We’re just saying this because we…
...Care.”
Adagio paused mid-stride. She stared at the doors of the Dali Hall, mouth caught somewhere between a smile and a frown.
The former triumphed, and the expression grew as she entered the lobby. Stained brown walls and vomit-pink floors, but not for long. The usual odor of cigarettes and cat pee failed to breach her perfume. The rest of the bottle sat in her purse: an expensive Hoity brand that cost most people hundreds of dollars. But for Adagio? A sexy stance, and purring words passed through her gem-clad throat. The blushing saleswoman had been happy to oblige her a free sample. Same for the staff at the jeweler, the coffee shop, the Hemline Outlet…
Just like how she used to be. How she always should have been. Except for the strange, cold sensation when she used the gem, and the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Small prices to pay for a return to opulence.
She kept the shopping light, for now. No sense courting another lecture. Just a modest bag in one hand, and coffee in the other. She shuffled awkwardly to get out her key, then grumbled as the doorknob jammed. She knocked and was rewarded – the door swung open from the other side, revealing… nobody?
Whatever. Adagio entered swiftly and collided with Wallflower. She ignored the now-visible girl’s meek apologies, sauntering to the common room to deposit her goods.
Her phone buzzed. A text from Aria.
She could wait. Adagio pulled her new dress from the bag, grinning greedily until Sunset slaughtered the mood.
“Another shopping trip? Adagio...”
“It was on sale,” Adagio replied, irritated that after bothering with subterfuge she faced a lecture all the same.
Twilight was here as well. The girl wore boxier plastic frames than her norm, and tilted her head to peer over them at Adagio. “Nice new watch. Was that on sale, too?”
“Girls.” Applejack’s twang broke through with authority. She emerged from her room with dorm-mom glare in place, and arms folded across her chest. “What she buys ain’t none of your business.”
“Sorry, but it kind of is.” Sunset gave a weak shrug, smiling apologetically. “Adagio, I’m worried about you.”
Applejack grimaced, but completed her steps to arrive firmly at Adagio’s side. “Me too, but she’ll ask for help if she wants it. There ain’t no reason to get pushy. Or snippy, Twi.”
Twilight quailed under her steady gaze and mumbled an apology. No magic required. Adagio’s victorious smirk fell to something more troubled when Applejack patted her shoulder – as platonic a gesture as could be imagined. Applejack smiled to her with contained worry, and Adagio responded with her best attempt at a friendly grin.
“Friendly.” Two months since the rejection, and it still hurt.
Yet her smiled quirked upwards, half from a joyous realization and half from the mess of feelings it unlocked.
Things didn’t have to be “friendly.” Not anymore. An evening alone with Applejack. Easy enough to arrange. Then hypnotic words, and a retirement to the bedroom. Cold gem at the throat, warm body beneath the hands. Hell, she could bring in Wallflower, Sunset, Celestia… whatever she wanted. Everything she wanted. As she once had. All she always should have had.
Adagio busied herself, unpacking the loot and mentally disassembling the fantasy. Evoking emotion was easy. Using it for a one-minute seductive shoplift was child’s play. But siren songs did not control, only influence. And even that could be resisted if the victim knew what was happening.
The dress was tossed listlessly to the bed. Honestly, Adagio didn’t like it. She just grabbed it because it was the most expensive thing in the store.
The new silver watch hung heavy and awkward on her wrist. Nothing here that Adagio really wanted. Not what she wanted most, anyway. That girl was still outside.
She stared to the door, pondering as she again touched the new gem. Far more powerful than the old. Strong enough to breach the Rainbooms’ defenses, and control the crowd for hours.
The fantasy returned, all but tactile within her reach. The old limits were gone. Surely it would be child’s play to control just one person…
Even the consideration brought a pleasured leer to Adagio’s face. Yet this time she did not argue with the thoughts. She shut them away, physically slapping the air as she released an embattled sigh.
...No. The answer was no. She wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Because…
…Because…
Man, you really show off the internal conflict within Adagio.
Despite her getting back her gem and being able to get what she wanted, she realizes deep down how empty that life is compared to the friends she made.
Nice reference to the Five Finger Death Punch song
Awesome song, I see you're a man of culture as well
Excellent insight into Adagio's inner turmoil.
Oh, her tripple agent status was meant to be a surprise?
I guess I should probably apologize for yelling about how she's gonna triple turn every chapter then, huh?
Part of the issue with the reveal being called out was whether or not there was any actual evidence for her changing sides, people really wanted her to be good on the inside. You likely would have had a small riot on your hands if she did actually turn back to evil for realzies.
There are some things magic can't buy.
For everything else, there's windigoes.
And yeah, this would've settled the ambiguity too early. Good call in cutting it, but thank you for sharing it.
Thanks for the omake. A nice insight to Adagio's thought process.
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I must've glossed over that then. All I remember was that Chrysalis infiltrated the human world, got caught, then sent back.
...and I'm not even sure if I remember that right.
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No problem, it's super duper minor.
Dangit, why you end it like that? XD
Oh, man, this line hit hard. When an old habit just rings empty, doesn't do a damned thing for you any more, and you understand you've changed.
Because that's just not what you want any more, however much it may superficially resemble what you now want. You've gotten greedy, Adagio. No longer sated by trifles.
Much is making sense now, thanks for the bonus chapter.
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Thank you for your comments, I hope you enjoy and continue to do so.
Oh, huh. From the way you wrote that first concert brawl, it really seemed like Adagio went into this whole endeavor planning to be a double-agent from the start. Interesting.