Miss D became a Lady
Lady Dimitrescu x Reader
“You only every play the same songs,” It was said as a mix between a simply observation and a light hearted complaint.
“Is that so?” Alcina was engrossed in a book, not fully in the present moment, you had been lost in another world as well. But the static crackling of the needle reaching the end of the record’s grooves tore you to reality.
The Countess spoke again after a pause, this time a little more engaged in the world, “what’s so bad about that? I like what I like,”
“Variety is the spice of life,” You drawl out, arching your back over the arm of a large sofa.
“Oh, hush now. What exactly do you listen to then?” Alcina chuckled out, she placed her book to the side and pulled you into her, “I am curious, my darling, what do you listen to?”
The Countess is bubbling with joy as you snuggle into her side and idly stroke the top of her thigh; a chaste show of affection. It was also the easiest part of Alcina to reach.
You hummed, low in your throat as you pondered on an answer.
“It’s a mixed bag really, but I do have a soft spot for jazz music. I quite like swing music as well,”
“I do favour jazz myself,”
“I’ll let you listen to my favourite songs some time,”
“That would be most nice,”
“Most of my favourites are from one band it was a woman who sang, it was her and four men. Or three, I can’t remember.” You sit up a little straighter, “Now that I mention them, the woman sounds scarily similar to you,”
“Really now?”
“Yes, Kiss of Fire is my most favourite! I’ll play it for you when my phone isn’t dead,” you lay your head against her side and settle in to have a nap, “There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do to see them perform live, it was their music that got me through my teenage years, no matter how dark they got,”
Alcina basks in the silence as she strokes your hair and watches the hearth with glassy eyes. A forlorn smile ghosting in her lips. A phantom tightness curls around her throat as she relived memories from long ago.
“Darling?”
A muffled hum riddled with sleep was her reply.
“What was the band called?”
“Miss D and the Pallboys, you know them?”
“Yes, I knew them very well,”
“Spill the beans, you’re being coy,”
Alcina eyes you with a look that could mean either good things or bad things.
“I am Miss D,”