"What are you doing here?" Wren asked again.
Mexico took a moment to study her, from how fearfully she shook to how desperate she looked when she asked her question.
"Seriously, I..." Wren exhaled sharply. "Please I really need you to leave."
Mexico remained silent trying to understand why she looked like she would snap at any minute. First, she didn't show up when he asked her to and now she was telling him to leave the one place he asked her to come to.
"I don't understand you." he started standing up, "Why hide when you could have just come when I asked you?"
His steps were beginning to make her feel more inferior than she already was, plus considering how she had a larger task at hand and standing there doing nothing was pinching every vein in her body.
"If you can actually remember, I agreed to nothing. I said I was going to think about it." she spoke back. Although she didn't want to admit it, Mexico was right, she was a recluse. He had asked her to meet in this same place she was accustomed to yet she preferred being present when no one was around. "look I know you're disappointed and all that but please-" she begged, "I'd really appreciate it if you just left."
Mexico stood like he was giving her request some thought then sadly he shook his head in contradiction.
Wren sighed, hissed and closed her eyes telling herself that a life was more important than whatever talk they needed to have and if he was determined to stay, she'd let him. After all, he had already seen her being possessed.
She turned to the door and locked it leaving Mexico watch her in confusion, then she walked to stand in front of the display of mirrors. She thought of taking off her top but decided on just uncovering the hood.
She looked at him one more time through the mirror and settled at overlooking his presence by closing her eyes.
Wren's mind was roaming, trying to perceive an emotion, the strongest around her. This state took everything in her, once her eyes were closed in this studio she became lost, unaware of any form of presence around her, the walls were gone, the boy standing next to her had also disappeared as she was staring only into blackness, she was now mentally and especially physically unconscious. Her thoughts were scattered around her environment in attempt to discern which from which and at the same time searching for the most inciting feeling.
Her unconscious self saw a confused boy staring at another figure, his thoughts and behavior showed that he was willing to understand this person as he kept walking to them. The second she could grasp the situation she was completely taken over and willingly she acknowledged it.
Her eyes reopened, ghastly in appearance, the echo of music could now be heard and her physical form became a puppet.
Unfailingly, her movements were swift and precise though unsure of the next step, it appeared confident. Her pauses were relaxed yet evident like her muscles didn't put much effort. Her feet, arms, waist, shoulder all became disciples to this new being as they complied to every command given.
Destitute could never be a term to describe this state, it had everything. From elegance to roughness respecting the moment with a promise of uniqueness.
It was passed the time it normally lasted and Wren slowly regained her consciousness. Her eyes were now back to thier actual color but were too lazy to open up.
As usual, Wren became too weak to continue standing and always fell to the floor, the difference this time was that she fell on someone else causing the both of them to hit the ground.
Wren was still under the influence of the concussion for her to notice the other person on the floor with her but her subconsciousness didn't fail to observe that the music had stopped, not just paused halfway but had actually ended.
"Why was it longer this time?" she asked no one in particular. Surprisingly, there was a response.
"What in the world just happened to me?" the figure beside her grumbled.
In shock, Wren turned to face the person and saw Mexico whose efforts to get up were denied as though he was drunk. Remembering he saw her dance for the second time she carefully looked at him for his reaction and just then Wren saw the colour of his eyes go from white to thier original colour.