Icon of Coil: cemetery gates [malcom]

July 08, 2002

cemetery gates [malcom]

**he wanders through the relatively large cemetary, idly touching headstones and whistling "The Long Black Veil"

he follows the muse, the song, the farewell senorita taunting him in a Spanish lullabye, fingers dancing over the tops of marble markers, wiping the errant dust away
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
right? right..... idly wand'ring between the well stacked rows

**his path takes him among the oldest mosoleums of the wealthy, decades if not more than a century gone. He knows what he's looking for when he hears the sound...he's not alone in the darkness. He turns his blue eyes scanning the darkness. "Hello." he calls out into the night...not afraid of anything that might be out there..after all he's what hides under the bed**

there's a drop and swirl, liquid, at the voice that suddenly carries across the wind, blue eyes.... one dark, one light, one sees the past, but the other....? wide as they search the darkness, peeking around the next mausleum, had he a rat's whiskers, they would twitch
"Hellloooooo? "
singsong, almost, the end clipped just short of a small howl..... curious

**he creeps forward quietly, calling upon Kirijama to help keep him from sight, his eyes search the darkness.** "Who's out there he calls."

a deep breath fills lungs, scenting for life amongst all this death, head bobbing, snapping, weaving to maneuver uneven gaze through the shadows
"Me."
the answer seemed fairly obvious, to him, personally, a bit of a smile forming in the slash of lips
"Who's over there?"

he moves quietly having finally spoted the other individual. He moves around behind the other, "And who are u?"

spins on the balls of his feet to turn and face this new man, head tipping to the side at the question, and he quotes
"Who am I? Why..... I am Alice. And just who. are. you? "

**continues moving, staying out of sight behind monuments...** "I am the Red Knight. Or the Black Jack...the Ace of Spades maybe?" he chuckles again, bordering on a giggle..as he moves again

"Weeeeell then "
the grin broadens, hands sliding into his pockets, half speaking to where the voice and cent come from, half serenading the dark
"As long as you're not the Queen of Hearts, I'm not half as worried. "

*this time it's a definate giggle in the darkness. "Really." he moves again, pading on hands and feet across ivy. "If you like to gamble I tell you I'm your man. Ya win some, Lose some it's all the same to me." he moves down wind of this intruder

**the voice sings mockingly**

the giggle pulls a wider smile at the corner of his lips, mismatched eyes searching the darkness, following the lilting voice like dopplar, playing the sudden game
"For five thousand years the Barbarois have assisted those that live in the night, ask me your question, stranger, and if it amuses me, I'll answer it. Though..... if you're a man perhaps there's things of interest that aren't a gamble.... "

"I am a man, and more than a man." he whispers into the darkness, in a stage whisper, still moving

a brow lifts, over the lighter eye, his voice warping into a coon
"Tell me more.... man that is more than a man ."

"I am the child of a weeping moon." he chuckles again. "I am the speaker in the darkness. The breaker."

"Oh? I am the child of a moon not yet all there, she that wanes before completion, the one that dances in the bloody circles of reflection...... I am the one that spins the darkness into threads of song and fetid passions. "
voice rising in a hungry, tribal, rhythm
"Tell me..... breaker..... what is your name? "

"Whats in a name. I have been called many things. Boss, Thief, Chicago, Percival, Malcom, Stewart." he giggles again

the giggled answered by throaty laugh, still slowly turning to follow that shark that endlessly circles him
"There is nothing to a name, it is only a word........... unless you've earned it..... "

"I have earned the names Gur'thek...and Twister of Truth." he giggles again "And you?" the voice suddenly fills with menace

pink tongue darts over smiling lip, tracing the slow curve before his voice slides, more gutteral, through the next phrases
"I have earned the names Gra'ak..... and Dances-In-Blood...... it seems we have more in common, oh man that is more than a man. "

"I would guess we are both more then men." he stands suddenly from behind a tombstone

the mismatched eyes meet the visage first, before his body turns to align itself to Malcom, the smile coy
"I think it goes a little farther than that.... "

"Depends on your point of view I guess. What brings you to my little...hideaway."

shoulders lift in a rippling shrug
"A muse. "
blinks
"Did I offend? "

"Not at all. I just wasnt expecting any visitors, much less a brother." he smiles slightly

the smile slithers wider, again, relief.... he wouldn't be happy with walking around at night and offending brothers, would he
"Well you're much more personable, brother, than the one I met earlier...... silly woman wouldn't even play my games. "

"Others often find our games...painful. But that still doesnt excuse their rudness. I have to young women playing games with me lately."
a broad wicked smile appears slowly on his face

uneven eyes light up, unable to see clear features, but the gleaming smile is clearer than most
"Have you a story to tell me..... "
long ears near visably perking in place of the homid that grace his skull now, quite interested in learning of Malcom's games

"I would much prefer for the work to be complete before I unveil my sculpture." he smiles slightly. "Suffice to say our cousins would find my actions most disconcerting."

"Check the papers though and you might see the shadows of my work." he chuckles again

"That's because they don't have the bellies capable of handling what we have been shown. "

"Quite, so." he smiles again

a fanatic's glare shines in his eyes, a moment, a wicked gleam of righteousness, but it fades, controlled, for now, in the sake of conversation
"The moon speaks of time to flee, brethren, I'm expected back..... so I will find you here again? "

"You can find me here often brother. But do call out rather than coming upon me suddenly." he suggests pleasently.

the smile is small, near sheepish, he did not know, and will respect now that he does
"I will remember "
mismatched gaze holding Malcom's, a moment, before he turns, retracing the steps to the gates

**he hurries back to his hidey hole, relaxing for a short time in it's dust filled confines**

Posted by asher at July 08, 2002 12:00 AM

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