Nothing's quite like the warm country breeze where sunflowers be shinin’ and dandelions be flyin’. The warmth of the people, the southern hospitality was enough to make anyone fall in love and if that didn’t hook you— “ Hey everybodé! I made gumbo! Betta come ova na ‘fore it’s gone!” The food would definitely reel you in. “Wooo that smells good!!” “Kòmon to lem gonbo-sa-la?” “It’s reeeaal good, you keep on’keepin on and you gon be a chef!” “Apprecinate’cha, Unc.”
This was home. The smell of a hot comb raking into the hair of a kinky head gal as the steam sizzled from her scalp. The oil caused her hair to snap, crackle, and pop like a bowl of rice crispies as steamed filled the air while baby girl winced in pain. “Keep still o’ you gon get burned! You want ya hair to look real pretty n’ straight?! Hold still!” She chuckled, Home. “ Mama! Ma!!! Mama Cazé, We pullin up to the parté right na!! Wake up.” The young girl shook her hastily, they were right around the corner. She awakened and her dreams faded. They weren’t in New Orleans anymore. They’re in the big city now where things seemed to move quickly. How she felt about it didn’t matter, but her girls found excitement in it. Pointing to infrastructures and cackling happily. It made her smark, how cute, she thought.
“Soon as I get out of here, Ima scoop me a cute lil Warlock Zaddy. I ain’ neva been with one of em nem. You know, he gotta know the art of voodoo though, I don’t really wanna esplain everythan. He has to be fit, at least 6’5, cute cut n’ stuff.” One of the young girls boasted as she spun her purple marley twists around her finger. She finessed her hips in rotation, pouched her lips, and cunnied her sly eyes. It was a body language in which they could understand, it was culture. The girls giggled and chattered about their expectations, Mama Caze leaned her head against the window and smiled.
“Many adventures to come, may you all enjoy yourselves. Stick close togetha and with me. They aren’t like what we're used to back in New Orleans, ya hear?”
“Yes, Ma’am!” They hollered.
They arrived. Rolling up with a squad of cars ranging from 6 to 10 vehicles in old custom 1970 Cadillac Coupe Deville’s of different years with tacky paint jobs. Louis Vuitton designs, Gucci, and Fendi designs. Pink n’ glittery 1980 Dodge Chargers with “Boss Bitch” and “Barbie Girl” plastered on the sides of the vehicles. 30 to 50-inch spinners, lifted as far as the eye can see. It was their way of showing out in tacky ghetto cars, Culture. And she? In a limousine, Lexus, gloss black, and a custom sticker on the side of the door. The sticker was a famous celebrity crying with the text “ ( cries in gucci )” next to it.
Pulling up to the front, the car door opened and her girls flooded out of the limousine. They were uniformed, styled in: bolero wide brim hats adjusted how they sought fit and all red gowns. Her guard approached her door and extended a hand, “Coming out, Madam LaCaze?” A gentle hand with long stiletto gloss nails and multi rings that knocked together slid into his.
She exited the vehicle, “Thank you, Lafayette. Have the boys park the vehicle. 10 at the booth in the main room, 10 in the booth downstairs. I’ll be in the main room first while the gals set up.” Her voice was stern and womanly, her southern accent was light buttermilk on fresh biscuits to the ears, calm and charming. A true southern belle.
“ Yes, Ma’am.”
She placed one hand on his cheek and smiled, “ Thank you, Beloved.” She turned to the door of the club and proceeded to enter with her entourage. She entered first, wearing a spaghetti strap cheetah dress that stopped just below her bum; onyx cheetah print leggings with sequins on the design, and red opened toed shoes. She wore a very wide brim cheetah print hat that tilted over her face, but a hole cut into it just for her to see through. Custom made. She observed the people in the building, “How fun ~ ! ” She hollered out as the women were escorted to their private booth.
A large space to fit the lot of them, black transparent veil to give them a sense of privacy and not. An ominous red light cascaded over them, just how she liked it. Two bulky guards with iris like opal stood in front of the booth for their protection.
“ Let’s bop a bottle in ‘ere!! I wanna dance! ” One of the girls leaned over to pop open a bottle of liquor as they cheered on the suds. She laughed a long with them, clapping, and pouring herself a glass.
Madam LaCaze stood to her fit and carefully scouched out of the girls way, “Excuse me ladies. I must explore, but do behave. Ya hear na?”
She pointed towards them as a warning, before walking out to explore the establishment.
Cast your stones here to engage in some juvenile fun.
The night has only begun.
Run. Jump. Skip. Stomp. LEAP!
Like pebbles skipped across a pond, ripple n’ ricochet, she ran through gateway after gateway. Into another club, out of a another pub, fun in all her wake. A little trouble maker she was, but she enjoyed this time. She enjoyed this night.
Fun didn’t come often for her and very rarely did she enjoy herself. When she did find time, she dabbled into a little havoc of her own across many planes of existence. Unknowingly, she had left her friends behind. They’ll be alright, so she thought. Tonight, I am Cinderella.
Eventually, she tumbled out of a portal and onto a busy n’ dangerous street. She stood to her feet dusting herself off and admired the city. It had a certain j’en ai sais quoi about it. A certain danger and grit she wasn’t allowed to be around, it was alluring. I think I’ll stay, she contemplated.
“ Excuse me madam, you mind telling me where I am? ”
She addressed a sketchy woman on the street, “New Reagal, Euphoria district.”
The information was useless to her, but it wouldn’t stop her from enjoying her night. Unknown territory equals new fun.
“ Mmm...thank you, Madam.”
Excited anyways, she proceeded down the busy street pulling a cloak over her head to hide her identity. She stumbled upon a nightclub called The Kinky Kraken and it seemed promising.
Feeling compelled, she didn’t have a choice in the matter. Tonight was a night she acted upon impulses.
She cut the line, she didn’t care for the feelings of others, especially as they cursed her name as she proceeded to take lead.“ID?”She quickly flashed it, her credentials seemed legit.“You may go in.”She smiled and entered the building.
Not saying a word, she removed the cloak from her head and slowly removed the cloak allowing it to gracefully fall to the floor.
Her outfit was very risque and exposing: A wine one-piece gown tinged in red; backless, extreme spaghetti strapped gown that chiseled down just above her navel, and mermaid bell bottoms that flared beautifully.
Confident, she glides past the crowds with ease gazing at the individuals she passed by. She made her way to the bar and kindly asked,“Strawberry Mojito, please.”The bartender quickly made her a drink and she chugged it down with ease.
The Constantine's Coronation, Cascabel A. Looejak.
♡ One day prior to the Coronation ♡
“ This seems to be more of a private affair. How are you all to attend? ”
“ Yes, How are you all to attend? This makes no sense, it is none of our business to be involved in private affairs.”
“Yes yes, I agree. Private affairs!”
“How peculiar…she did this without our knowledge. We did not approve this.”
The council’s banter echoed throughout the temple and she tried turning them into background noise. Why couldn’t they become static? She could care less for what they thought or how they felt. Tearing her character apart in front of all. Tearing her brother apart in front of all. Blatant disrespect to the queen’s name.She couldn’t stand them and their overbearing authority on her and her life.
They don’t believe you could hand a simple task….
A simple task...
“ Tuh....” She groaned amongst herself.“Ms. Cascabel, present yourself.”The council called to her in perfect harmony. Capella, her mentor hurried her to her feet and adjusted her posture and shoved her forward. Despite how Cascabel felt, she knew how to conduct herself amongst the council and the memories of when she didn’t was a cold reminder not to act out of line.
The council’s table set high like a supreme court, power exerting from each prestigious members. Serious in manner and respected by all, she could not deny them her rightful obedience. Approaching the bench, she kneeled on one knee and crossed her hand over her heart, and bowed her head.“Yes, my committee, Cascabel at your account.”
“ We had not approved nor did we know about this meeting that had taken place with these other deities.Once again, you have shown us your insolence and immaturity...but we understand it runs in the family. Your mother has never listened in the past..”She knew what that meant, clutching her other hand in anger and gritting her teeth in annoyance.“ She loves encouraging this...carefree nature of yours.”Councilmen Tiamat cleared her throat and adjusted in her seat, “All do respect to the Crown. She accompanied you and allowed the maiden boy…”
“My brother...”She refuted adamantly yet silently. Capella swiftlydug a heel into her back and shoved her head down.“-With all duerespect, my committee.”Finishing her sentence.“The council willstrike that statement from the record, we are in a merciful mood.Ahem. It could have gone terribly wrong...however, you had reinforcement with you, the queen approved rightfully, and we have new allies. Powerful beings by the looks of things... You thought things through and that was very mature. You may attend their coronation. You may invite your suitor Lady Biera, one guard of your choice, and heavy protection for the Queen..”Though her headremained down, her face lit with such happiness.
“ Under one extreme condition…”
She slowly raised her head in confusion.
♡ Constantine Coronation Day ♡
“Comme c'est élégant et riche, raffiné et sérieux.J'ado~re les anges.”
Her voice was strong but soft, airy and whimsical, the words seem toflow from her lips like a river of romance. The French language tendsto acquire that beautiful aspect when it comes to their speech, nevercutting the words short but letting the sound flush from their lips likea gust of wind on a serene day; refreshing and fluid.
She only ever feels compelled to dabble in beautiful language when experiencing a spectacular sight. Handing the scroll to the guard,they walked along the bridge. She marched proudly with the beautifuland magnificent Lady Biera on her arm. To her right was her guard ofchoice and brother, not by blood, but his loyalty and the bond theyshared made him family.
The Queen, her mother, was surrounded by exactly seven knights and three maidens that held a beautiful amber veil stitched with small red n’ pink roses cascaded over her body and drug behind her. She found it quite dramatic and yet, beautiful. She looked over her shoulder to gaze at her mother who was a distance away and smiled.
“Mommy, you look graceful.”
Her smile warmed and then faded as they approached the republicbuilding door and entered with members of the Constantine family.
A bright grin brightened her concerned face as she examined thebuilding and its members.“Magnificent..”As the party approachedthe table and Faisal, she stopped 6 feet away and took a knee, hand toheart.“ Thank you for allowing us to be present, we bring goodwill,wisdom, and an offering. We are grateful.”
As soon as the maidens removed the veil and walked away, she helped her mother to her seat and stood by her side in respect.