December 11, 2002.12.11.02. - brother in shadows [mera diya al din][new jersey historical society]
(mera)
~Her note at Cymaa had been short. Addressed to "N" and signed simply as "M" asking him to email her.
In the email she explained she'd doubted she would return to Cymaa anytime in the nearer future but that perhaps that he could continue his "lessons" (and she hers) before she had to depart last week? She often tutored students at the Historical Society the email had ambigiously stated and if he wished to visit she would be there tonight for some time.
A rather sedate setting after their last meeting to be certain.~(nahkti)
needless to say the waiting note had been surprising, upon his visit to the club he had been searched, found, the delivery accepted in silence and the young man sank in fluid repasse to another chaise lain in the sand to read the strange intentions, dark brows lifting slowly at the email address, and later in the evening perhaps further surprise graced his features at the message found waiting in-boxed and blinkingthe historical society
so then, tonight, he ventured forth, the wool coat wrapped tightly around slender form, the mounds of dark gray scarf heaped around his throat to retain the warmth body fat would normally, Newark streets navigated until he found the proper building, long muscles in his back stretching as chin lifts in survey of the thesad facing the chilled night's winds - and once within, the directions are given to the expected visitor, and boots move across the pristine floors as silent as his breaths
curiously looking at what he passes, but not wasting more time than necessary in this journey to the study lounge
(mera)
~It seems more parlor than lounge but at least she is easily found. Standing as she makes quite farewell to a slender man as fair as Nakhti's is dark. Then taking her seat with a fluidity that is not unlike his own movements. She is a stark contrast to his last vision of her. Clothing though at least in the same midnight hues though this time a form fitting blouse which flows easily into the tailored dark pants. Pretty still but in a very professional way. Long dark hair is pulled up in a thick half-knot half-pony tail as she looks down to her papers once more. It seems the student provided sufficient distraction for Nakhti to sneak up on her.~(nakhti)
in the arched doorway, he pauses, the tails of the wool coat stilling around his thighs, gloved hands comfortable within pockets, black pants hanging loose and flowing til collapsing over his shoes, conducting a silent study of her, how different than the time before, and now to actually see her face...but soon enough the desire for knowlege overhwelms the plausibility of observation, and he moves as if suddenly caught in the thermal of warm desert winds, some man-shaped kite that floats and ripples across the tiled floor until the wind changes and it hovers, paused, right next to her table and chair
(mera)
~A smile touches her lips as she looks up with the brilliance of those familiar eyes in emerald hues. Features are formed in the mocha tones of a mixed heritage. Though the desert race is clear in the sharp angles of features and deep midnight black of hair. Slender fingers push forwards the book in which she was studying only to lift and carefully in intricate manner make a graceful greeting to him.~-Good evening, Nakhti-
A slight smile on her lips as dark lashes fall in a wink over gleaming depths as she turns the book so he can see the spine:
ASL for beginners
(nakhti)
the brilliance of her emerald is reflected somewhere in the depths of mottled hazel eyes, and beyond that, there is pleasure at the book, at the movement of her handsgood evening mera
his body folds and sinks into the chair abandoned by the student, dark waves of inky hair brushed from his brow, then he reaches to tap a finger against the spine of the book and his own hands dances once more
what else have you learned?
(mera)
"Already, you race ahead of me,Nakhti..." A sigh is breathed between lips that seem naturally dark in their fullness. Lithe fingers reach up to unlace his scarf as she shakes his head. "At least I understood your good evening...I've only just begun." Her voice is muted within the quiet confines of the library though still surrounded in essence by the same spicy-musk scent which followed her like honey in the club.(nakhti)
there is sly countenance in his smile, at her words, at the musky scent which fills him once more, at her unlacing his scarf and shaking his head, he completes the process and removes the scarf completely to set upon the table, gloves soon following, the generous length of sleeves allowing only the faintest hint of ink to be seen along the back of his left handa notepad is procured from the depths of a pocket, along with its accompanying pen, words written and the pad slid into her focus, before he signs them for her
i had asked what else you had learned
(mera)
"Ah...mm..." Eyes flicker away from him as if to remember the thoughts takes effort of no distraction.
Fingers lift upwards again though the dark lips speak in precursor. "First...because I had to..."
-You are very pretty.-
~After all wasn't that her first word to him? Then fingers of such a distraction with their tailored dark painted nails.~ "And then because it seemed of a necessity..."-How are you?-
(nahkti)
pretty seems such a strange word to apply to a male body, a smooth word to blanket what should be a strong, rugged physique and persona to apply to the standards of warriors past - but it seems to not surprise him, only the softest of smiles offered from this slender young man, and once more he repeats something 'said' previously between themthan you
and hs head tilts in contemplation of her next question and a single gesture is signed, then written, but already translated through his expression
curious
(mera)
"About?" ~Of course he could just curious in general. Her head tilts to the side as those long fingers fall lightly against the desk silent now. Eyes of gleaming gemstones watching his face for signs which his fingers cannot yet tell her.~(nakhti)
there is another silent moment of paused consideration, pulling together the best explanation of his drives and queries - it is true he is always curious and hungry to answer the unspoken questions, but tonight, there is perhaps one more prominent on his mind, myriad eyes lift to the room about them, and seem to encompass the building beyondwhy you asked me here
for it seems as if he knows this is more than simply a lounge, and this is more than simply a library, there is an energy here that has begun to hum beneath even his flesh - what importance this place contains that ventures beyond any other place they could have met
(mera)
"Ah. It is where I am often times than not." There is a casual shrug that would bypass any importance to the question. Fingers tap lightly against the desk as if in thought. "Where I teach." Because the class room had not been enough or too much. One on one holding a pleasure and reward far more than those large halls ever would. Perhaps he might question that she looked too young or at least the thought might arise as to her very age. There was a studied calm about her with the man whom was leaving so very likely a student that suggested experience. A comfortability that lent the thought she wasn't new or uncomfortable in her position as teacher.(nakhti)
a nod accepts her explanation, followed by the writing, followed by the dance of fingers spidering in the air between them, sleeves falling further towards his elbows to reveal more of the archaic design scarred into the back of his left handwhat do you teach?
reaching to tap the book before her (find it in here)
(mera)
Stubborn perhaps or impatient instead she turns the spines of several thicker books towards him.
"Modern Thought on Meta-Physics"and
"Philosophy and History of the Ancient Theologies."
What she teaches perhaps being either very broad or very specific. Her attention however has already moved on those lithe quick fingers capturing his own. Turning then lightly so that she can view the inky tattoo better as with a flick of curiosity she looks to his face in brief then down to the tattoo once more.~
(nakhti)
he accepts her impatience, and the gestures replaced instead by show, for words of such are not included in introductory sign language, easily giving in to her capture of his hand, his right grasps the sleeve and pulls it away, revealing the dusky skin beneath which is plagued by the black, shining inkbeginning at a point just behind middle knuckle, a pattern swells to envelope the back of his hand, stretching to either side of his wrist in whorls of spiraling tributaries and angled glyphs that spread around to inner forarm in delicate band where the ink continues to flow relentless as the Nile halfway towards his elbow, an egyptian collar formed of five cartoums, the four on the edges filled with intricate glyphs, the longest in the center yet to be filled
and it is during her study of his arm that he studies her, once more, breifly, a slow extension of tickling senses that seems to attempt placement of far more than what she physically presents, thereafter as easily washed away as oil's smear from a glassy surface in the next smile to ghost across fine features
(mera)
"How interesting...I don't recognize- " The word or setence is cut off mid thought as her eyes open wide as he has ever seen them to flicker over his face. "Oh...did you satisfy your curiosity?" ~The voice is low now and her lips close to his ear as she leans in. Because though he had been subtle there is the whispering drift on the air. In the spirits which are never quite far from her but whom are but vague shadows at the edge of his periphery.~(nakhti)
he is not surprised by the sudden break in her thoughts, perhaps intrigued, perhaps amused, and not at all abashed that she had noticed, nor is he unnerved at what it is peeking vague upon the periphery of his vision and attention - even if he is the stranger here, he seems decidedly comfortablehis lips part upon inhale, as if to taste the air and musked scents that surround her, what was hinted at before suddenly categorized and recognized, his left hand reaches to cup her cheek, the touch as delicate as a blindman reading braille, fingers barely skimming across her skin... and his right reaches to the pad once more, the whispering scratch of ink lain to paper
a symbol is drawn, instead of a word
a stick figure striding
gentle increase of pressure to tilt her jaw towards the pictograph - and never once does his intense attention stray from her features(mera)
~Laughter falls in a quiet rush between then two. Eyes seem to dance lightly against the dim illumination of the library.~ "Ah but you've already gained one secret. And ,I, have none." ~She could find out herself of course in other ways but there was a certain measure of wariness she had at being anything beyond a pretty young teacher in these confines. It lent an edge of sharper curiosity however for all that she was blind (in this) to his muteness. "What about you, beautiful night?" Fingers brush lightly over his arcing tattoos and there is some sense that after she is long gone that spicy~musk scent will long linger upon his skin.(nahkti)
his arm lifts, gently, into the gleaning touch of her fingers, as if to spread the oil into his skin and retain the scent in its mix with his until the dawn reaches them in days past, muscle and tendon twisting until his palm faces hers, and fingers curl across sensitive skingestures once more are made, slowly, deliberately, to give her time to recognize and remember them (i am your brother in night's shadows) the curving smile can only be demure and sly, the book tapped once more (find it in here) as one eye closes into a wink, gloves and scarf withdrawn from the table
and as quietly as the young man entered her world, he navigates the halls to exit it
Posted by nakhti at December 11, 2002 12:00 AM
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