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Both? Both could be endearing, could be alluring. The waltz seemed to be in the nature of the Crimson Angel, with the elegance, the sobriety and sensuality in respected distance. The tango, on the other hand was the feline’s— the proximity, the trance fixed by two bodies as air was sacrificed for touch. But that would be saved for later. It was best to warm up with the waltz, to establish boundaries, and then, cross them when time allowed. To think, the barber was dancing with the “enemy” in a sense. But, it was hard to picture that, not as Edelweiss stood, hair, gleaming around her, a red halo, as eyes burned into Sayva’s being, lacking emotion except with a smile.
Perhaps, at another time, when the pain wasn’t still raw, when those lips of hers were not meant for a certain fox, then maybe Sayva could relish in them. But that was for another time. For another place. Right then, the guild leader was in love with his own, and the reversal was just as true. Sayva tilted her head back, and smiled, chuckling somewhat at the other’s expression, at the others’ proposal. Both. Now the words seemed mocking. Seemed to promise something. But Sayva couldn’t have both. Not this time. “I would be honored.” Sayva purred, holding out her hand for the other to take and to guide. “First step is yours, my dear.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 27, 2016 19:24:43 GMT
"The honor is mine, ma'am." The redhead replied along slightly bending forward in a polite bow, then reached out a hand to take Sayvahn's offered one. The kids wanted her to play the role of the guy for this dance, and it wouldn't hurt to play the part. It was always a must for her to know both sides, but had been a while since she last did it - magic lessons, research and work in general seemed to have had considerably eaten away the hours she could spend on instructing or helping her workers with practice of simpler trades like music and dancing.
So all things considered, this might be good for a change of pace. Step after step, motion after motion, her boots not making a sound more than Sayvahn's bare feet as they stepped on the grass, waltzing in the woods to an audience of children who watched sharing crumbled pieces of cake. No matter how strange it might have been to another's eyes, there was no one there to judge.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
There was no ill will locked behind the “ma’am,” but regardless, Sayva lowered her eyes, slipping her hand into the Crimson Angel’s. Gloved hand lingered on gloved hand and Sayva leaned herself back, feeling the pressure of Edelweiss’s grip around her waist. Look into the eyes of your partner, Sayva could hear her grandmother speak. Never break away, never leave. You are connected, one body, one soul. How innocent the older woman was, yet, the barber couldn’t deny the feeling of unity. Of matching feet , gliding across the green earth, bodies, separated but connected by fingers, by a hand, never straying to far.
Sayva smiled, humming slightly as Jasper sang. A talented boy, but the music, it didn’t seem to fit. No, perhaps it did, but, it wasn’t what Sayva wanted. She hungered for the song of her homeland, of Maasaa, and the notes that seemed to carry, to ride along the wind. The feline’s eyes lowered, and she pursed her lips as the sands seemed to call for her. Return to us. Dance with us, once more, they sang, and that feeling of sadness welled up inside of the barber. How foolish is was to be homesick for something lost, so long ago. The town would still be there, but the tents, the houses, they would be gone. Changed with time, and blown away by the storms.
No. His home. He didn’t have one anymore. And the one that he wanted, the one at M.I. it was slipping away. “You are quite good.” Sayva purred, leaning into Edelweiss’ touch. “As expected of CEAsAL’s guild leader.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 28, 2016 7:36:17 GMT
"You're not bad either, in the least." The redhead replied, wondering if it had been just her imagination and ears playing tricks on her or Sayvahn had truly just purred like a cat while speaking. Oh well, she supposed, even if that's the case it wouldn't be strange for a Feline Andersweltler to do feline-like things. "Had you not pledged your allegiance to another guild already, I might have tried to recruit you." "Well, even about that, it comes and goes both ways..." She added in her mind. Lasair seemed to always be keeping an eye to whom among her younglings might make a good mage if they one day decided to walk out her doors, and she wasn't innocent from taking someone from his ranks either. Like Danny, for example, but like all cases of switching in both sides it had been expressly requested of the new members' part. As long as it's a completely willing change, it was alright. That being said, Edelweiss felt glad Sayvahn belonged to MI, and actually hoped he stays there. Lasair indeed needed someone to watch and care for him. And Sayvahn was right in the sense she often could not geographically reach him, or do that altogether... although not for the exact reasons he had been thinking.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
A laugh filtered through Sayva’s cherryed lips. “Oh my. A compliment from the Crimson Angel herself?” Gloved hands spun beneath the other’s grasp as Sayva did a half turn, only to be drawn back into Edelweiss’s grasp. “You tempt me, my dear.” Perhaps life as an entertainer wouldn’t have been so bad. Most of the barber's life had been for entertaining either one person or another. Though, there were probably too many dancers in Lodan anyhow to really make a name for herself. Besides. If Sayva wanted to get away from the world, the blonde doubted that the theater district, the heart of the very place he was trying to avoid, would benefit him. “But, yes—my heart and body do belongs to MI. Sorry dearie.” And the man who leads it, but that fact, Sayva would keep to herself, even if the Angel already knew. Though, perhaps, over time, the love would disappear and at last leave the feline, along with the pain.
Long lashes closed somewhat as the feline followed their shadows, how they inched across the ground, blurred together. In darkness, there was no separation, in darkness, there was no judgement. Yet, the ghost taunting the corners of her brain spoke otherwise. “It’s a nice thought, to be honest. To have been sought out rather than being the one to seek." Sayva admited. "Lasair didn’t give much of a welcome, when I asked to join. He did give me a patdown, but sadly, it wasn't the nice kind.” At the memory, Sayva chuckled, tilting her head to the side, remembering back to that time, when the man behind the mask was just that— a man, and not Lasair. And who knows. Maybe Edelweiss would be the receiver of that pat down once the fox got out of his solemn stupor. Only time would tell. Regardless, when that happened, Sayvahn would make sure to be gone, if not deeper into the forest, then to the city in some bar where he could drown himself in wine instead of loss. “Should we continue to waltz? I’m fine with if we do, though I will admit— I do want to see how well are bodies sing to each other when we tango.” Sayva hummed, green eyes meeting red.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 29, 2016 4:25:39 GMT
"Let me guess - your initiation trial, was it?" Edelweiss asked, in part intrigued and in part a sort of serene "that's so normal for this world" thought, as her dance partner mentioned the welcome received at MI and receiving a patdown in a not-nice fashion. "Can't say I know the details for trials in guilds other than my own, but it still seems to be something all of them have, with varied degrees of impending strain. Curious manner of eliciting some unity between us all, no?" It was almost amusing, yet not enough to really be.
Then the topic swayed towards the dance itself along their steps. Well... "Hm, a change of pace might really be in order..." Though with what she knew of Jasper, and it was proven right, the lad would switch the music accordingly as soon as the current song ended so they hadn't to wait much. The redhead brought Sayvahn in a twirl and halted in a manner where they stood rather close, with the Feline at her back and a gloved hand still in hers. "Well then, my sweet barefoot dancer, I'm hoping you can impress me."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Initiation trial? Is that what the meeting could be called? Perhaps it was. To test if the feline was even worthy, to be even considered in joining the guild. Sayvahn’s real trial, that would be something later— to determine if he even had a right to stay. But right now, Sayva was in the guild, and so, names, and their trials, meant little to her then. And so, she nodded to the guild leader before her. “I suppose. We didn’t get far with words. It was all action. But many things, are, aren’t they?” Sayva traced her fingers across Edelweiss’s shoulder, following the line of the angel’s arms to the opposite hand, where the barber switched her hand hold.
“Unity can be achieved through many things.” They shifted, their bodies merging, becoming an extension of each other, one arm, one body as Edelweiss casted the blonde away, only to call her back, claiming her once more in a tight embrace, back pressed against the Angel’s chest, breath in unison as the assassin challenged the firecat. “And you too, crimson angel.” Tilting her head to the side, Sayva matched her breathing, matched her movements with the other as she ran her hand up against the opposing hand, inching together their bodies so that not even the wind could tear them apart. Bare feet came to a point as Sayva curved her body, pressing in line with Edelweiss, following her movements, willing to part only knowing that the Angel would call her home. Their faces were close, Sayva, guiding Edelweiss as much as the other guided her, hips, rotating in the figure eight fashion, handholds, never breaking even as Edelweiss guided her from the back with only Jaspers voice and Edelweiss’ breath as her tempo. “I love the tango.” Sayva breathed, freeing one hand to follow the line of Edelweiss’ hair. “The sensuality behind it, the freedom behind it.” The feline was entranced in the music, entranced in their bodies, spinning, mixing, becoming one. “The ensnarement— it’s absolutely breathtaking.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 29, 2016 5:33:29 GMT
Wow. Just, wow. Sayvahn surely could describe tango almost like the insomniac hours between lovers sharing the same mattress. Sure, she fairly enjoyed dancing too, but... Wow. But to be fair, she had indeed asked Sayvahn to impress her. And he did, albeit on a verbal and unexpected way, so she couldn't complain. "Perhaps. But don't swoon on me too soon, ma'am, we have plenty of steps to go still." She stated along a chuckle and a raised eyebrow to match.
"Personally, I like the act of dancing in itself no matter what kind." As long as it retains some dignity in it. "I've found rather often that all styles hold a particular allure about them, just fitting for different moods - and people, of course."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
The light jest made Sayva chuckle, and the feline brushed her hand across the other’s cheek. “Indeed. But, the tango requires a partner. An extension, someone who understands the body and can read the movements of not only their body, but their partners. So tell me dearie, in the midst all of this, can you read me?” Sayva chimed, tightening her grip on the other’s grasp. “Because, when I dance, I don’t swoon, I, fall.” And with that, Sayva leaned back, back, arching backwards, the grip on her waist, the support, the anchor that made her seem weightless.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 5, 2016 20:39:55 GMT
That last comment made the corner of her lips arch upwards in a half-smile as the redhead sustained her dance partner's form in the slow motion for a couple more seconds before pulling him/her back onto a more vertical stand and turning it into a quick twirl.
"Perhaps, then, I should be glad you do not fall on the heavy side of the spectrum." Though to be fair, the heaviest she got to carry before was giving Stephen a piggyback ride to his home after he went limp due to his phobia of heights - back when he had newly joined CAEsAL and still needed some... a lot mre exercise. Edelweiss still had the very nitid memory of comparing the eyepatched lad's weight to that of a concert piano, and as long as Sayvahn did not weigh as much as a concert piano Stephen she'd still consider him/her reasonably light in her grip. "Although yes, at least when the matter is dancing, I seem to be reading you well up to now, no?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
To be returned to the angel was a nice breath, a nice release from being away, and Sayva chuckled as the other twirled her, the blonde’s feet, pulling away from the ground. “Indeed. I try to keep myself somewhat in shape. Need to keep my figure, you know. Get’s harder to keep with age, deaire.” The older woman mused, tracing the other’s steps, following Edelweiss’ guidance. “Though, I wonder if it isn’t only skill dear, that makes this dance so endearing.” The woman purred, returning from the twirl to lie against the other chest. “Who knows. Maybe our bodies just have quite a natural chemistry, hmmm?” The feline played, jade gems peering over thin framed glasses.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 6, 2016 8:01:13 GMT
Edelweiss was about to reply something to that, but apparently the heavens decided to do it in her place - suddenly waterfalling over their heads. There was no warning, and no drizzle, just a single hissing thunder and the sky that had been quietly cloudy the whole day now pouring water over their heads in torrential rain. Like karma. "...I guess we should bring the dance to halt for today." The redhead spoke instead, in a tone that bordered snickering.
"Frick, the rain got jealous... " And the kids were all trying to shield themselves, either underneath the tree branches or with their own arms about their heads (none of which was being very effective). "Someone save the wig, it musn't get wet!"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Wet. No, change that— drenched. The sudden downfall made Sayva gasp, and she halted, a hiss interlaced on her tongue. The older woman didn’t even bother trying to run—didn’t want to bother with any of that. Instead, she summoned a portal behind her and leaned back, pulling Edel along, the two crashing onto the dry (and cold) floor. Purple black walls meshed around them— the door, still lingering open. “Apparently someone didn’t like our dancing.” The feline hissed, taking off the wig to inspect the fibers. The children’s concern of the wig was well placed, since water could easily damage the interlaced fibers, but, if caught early, it was salvageable. Still, the very fact that the heavens had opened up, so quickly and so drastically was a nuisance in itself. Cursing to himself, Sayvahn looked around the nine by nine room, which, for most of it, was filled with leftover elements of his house. Luckily for the both of them though, that meant that somewhere in the mess, included umbrellas— three, if he remembered correctly.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 15, 2016 0:43:28 GMT
"I just told it, rain is hella possessive of Edel." Pearl shrugged, sneaking her way into the cramped yet dry safe haven that is Sayvahn's magic gate. "Either that, or someone up there decided we all needed a bath." "I'm still going to blame the rain. Forever~"
Well, in the least that could be said, this was a quite creative use for a magic portal. After seeing that, Edelweiss couldn't even muster the will to feel upset that Sayvahn had pretty much randomly tackled her to the floor. Although she also didn't fancy the idea of the time running out and the portal closing with them inside (sure Sayvahn could open it again, but the waste of magic casts could be avoided), so she made sure to keep a foot at the entrance line to keep it open till Sayvahn's wig is safe and any countermeasures he wants to take against getting wet are ready. The children could have any umbrellas that he wouldn't use; water falling from the sky never actually bothered her.
And besides... "Does the rain scare you, Sayvahn?" Like a wet cat, it seemed. The redhead couldn't help but look at the Feline with a partially curious, partially amused expression on her face.
The rain possessive of Crimson Angel? The thought amused the feline, and he tilted his head somewhat at the premise. Was even the sky jealous of her beauty? Or maybe the appearance of the red strands, drenched in the rain’s grasp made it unable to resist temptation? It was a thought to be pursued another time as the man sighed. Finding two umbrellas, he handed them to Edelweiss and Pearl. “Take these. I’m going to have to close the portal. I want to change out of the gown so it isn’t ruined and although I am comfortable with my body, I doubt the feeling is shared, madam.” The older man chuckled, glasses on the brim of his nose.
With the comment of being afraid of the rain, Sayvahn shrugged. “Fear? Perhaps. I’m more troubled by it. Rain, after all, can reveal what is buried and that— that I do not like.” The barber hummed, already beginning to unbutton the lining of the dress.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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