Post by Nephriel B. R. de laFronde on Nov 21, 2009 11:53:48 GMT -8
It was a dull Friday night and as always Nephriel had managed to convince his lover, Jair into participating in an outlandish activity with him... tonight, they would dazzle on stage...
Nephriel stepped into the café and onto the stage provided. Pausing right at the door, he cleared his throat and tilted his chin up slightly. His pert nose twitched a bit, sandwiched between plump, alabaster cheeks that had been dotted with rouge. Lightly glossed lips jutted outward in a pout as the man looked around briefly before shuffling towards a coffee table near the side of the room; shuffling, because the nearly 6 feet figure donned a pair of authentic getas on his feet. The white straps of the wooden sandals matched the flowing, silk material of his kimono; the sleeves and hem of the robe embroidered with the finest of gold thread, depicting a flourish of bamboo shoots. Sliding out of his sandals, the blonde tucked a lock of pale gold wave behind his right ear, just under a sprig of cherry blossoms. With a soft sigh, Nephriel smoothed out the material of his kimono before sitting at one side of the table neatly, with his legs folded under him. Waiting.
Jair strode into after the blonde with a black, silk kimono flowing about his tall form. Such clothing was handmade and embroidered with cherry blossoms, and tied at his waist in a neat knot. Upon his feet were wooden sandals, perfectly fit, which shuffled across the floor soundly. His posture was straight, and almost perfectly slow, with only the slightest natural curve in his back. Jair searched around for the man he was supposed to be putting on a show with, and as instantly as he found Nephriel in his eyes, his cheeks flushed a dainty pink. In his honest opinion, he was horrible at acting, but he supposed he could do his best in the presence of his mate and... the general public. With a thick gulp, the man continued onward before stopping just short of the man, arching a well-manicured 'brow in question. Jair was good at following his fiancé and sire's lead, you see - he was not very decent at improvisation, however.
Nephriel bit back a small smile, glancing up at the man for a brief second as he approached the table before dropping his gaze politely. He reached under the table and pulled out a Japanese tea set before nodding to the seat across from him, "Please, sit." he intoned quietly, lifting the teapot by the handle and pouring out some (pretend) tea for his guest.
Jair gracefully lowered himself to his knees, leaning back onto his heels as he smoothed out the silk of his kimono daintily. His back straightened, and he bowed his head just slightly before commenting. "Tea? You always did know what I prefer, didn't you?" His hands were lain against his slanted lap, and fingertips tapped softly against one another as he awaited his cup. "From our very first meeting," he added.
Nephriel bowed his head in return; his gaze lowered to his tasks even as the man's comment brought a slightly deeper colour to his already blushed cheeks. "It is hard to forget the preference of such a prominent and well-regarded being such as yourself." he replied in a fluid tone, cupping the small bowl of "tea" and holding it up for the other in offering, his white gaze finally lifting to meet the others contrasting set.
Jair slowly lifted his arms, extending his phalanges only to curl them delicately about the bowl. With one more bow of his head, he lifted the faux substance to his lips, even so much as -slurping- for effect. "I am honoured that you think so, Miss. It is truly a pleasure to be in your presence on so many occasions. Unfortunately, this will have to be our last," he spoke, his voice lowering to a near whisper around the last of his sentiments.
Nephriel blinked once but otherwise, behind his metaphorical mask, his features remained still and calm. He poured some tea into his own tea bowl with slight grace, even as the growing storm in his mind continued to pick up speed. ""Is something wrong?" he asked in a quiet tone, bringing his "tea" to his lips.
Jair tipped his head to cant to the side as he watched the (wo)man's lips move, and before he could even begin to explain himself, his arm extended and lifted all at once. His fingers outstretched, unfurling to brush their tips barely over his mate's rouged cheek, 'brows furrowing gently in adoration. "You truly are beautiful, aren't you," he murmured; such was not a question, but a statement. More quickly than Jair had touched the man, his hand dropped back to his bowl. His throat cleared, and he lowered his all-black eyes into the emptiness of the container. "That depends on how you see things, Miss."
Nephriel closed his eyes the instant the fingertips brushed over his cheek. His chest heaved once as if had he a heart, it would have been jumping to the physical contact. Such things were not allowed for a Geisha... With a gentle flutter of his lashes, they lifted to look upon the male's face and his tone came out a bit more breathless than he would have liked. "Oh, Sir... please, do not keep me in suspense with such dealings for I fear my tender heart would not be able to take it!"
Jair smiled tenderly toward the blonde male, before he took a sip once more from his cup. "I am engaged, Miss. To a lovely young woman," he explained, but no sooner than the words had left his mouth, his fangs were exposed with a faked grin of joy. "Oh, I wish you could meet her! But alas... Such things are not fit for a woman such as yourself."
Nephriel stared blankly at the male, the words taking some time to register. It wasn't that he couldn't understand. No. He didn't -want- to understand. Luminous, ivory optics glistened with a thin layer of moisture and he swallowed thickly, dropping his gaze to his lap. Behind the veil of vanilla blonde, the man's face fell and he felt his throat close up tightly. The edge of his ears burned a deep shade in embarrassment and he lifted his gaze to the man once more, wearing a charming though fake smile for the male. "Omedetou gozaimasu. Congratulations."
Jair grinned further upon what seemed to him to be acceptance and happiness for his upcoming marriage. "Thank you, kindly, Miss," he whispered, reaching out to fold his hand over her own. "I have brought you a parting gift," he murmured, releasing her hand only so he could reach around to his kimono pocket. From within the silk, Jair withdrew a hand-carved Japanese doll (of course, it was all a prop). Her hair was blonde, as was Nephriel's, and her cheeks were perfectly dotted with rouge, also mimicking the man's apparel. It was a perfect imitation, down to the very outfitting of the wooden gift. "I carved it myself," he whispered, his voice soft, somewhat sheepish.
Nephriel blinked for a moment, out of character, as he stared at the doll and wondered where his fiancé got it. With a small cough, he slipped back into the character of his tragic entertainer. His ivory optics stared at the doll, awed by her delicate details before a gentle smile twitched at the corners of his pinkish lips. "Thank you..." he said quietly, taking the doll in his hands before lowering his head in a deep bow. “She is beautiful and I will always... treasure her." he spoke out in a slightly wavering tone and as his face remained hidden from the others view, the blonde frowned.
Jair smiled softly, albeit sadly. His eyes lowered for a few moments, before he patted the man's hand once more with a deep breath. "I am afraid our time is almost up, Miss..." came whispered from naturally pouted lips. His 'brows furrowed, and then his eyes lifted to gaze upon the face of his beautiful fiancé. "May I ask one last favour of you, Miss?" he questioned quietly, tipping his head in a half-bow as his lips twitched, hiding a frown.
Nephriel inhaled sharply, lowered eyes shifting upwards to settle on the dark-haired male. He studied the male quietly before nodding once, very slightly. "Of course... anything." he kept his tone relaxed, though the last word came out heavy and just about whispered.
Jair smiled hopefully as his held breath became an exhale, and his eyes locked onto the blonde's. In a voice softer than a whisper, almost inaudible to everyone else around them, the man inquired something of the man. "Would it be entirely possible to share one more kiss with you, Miss?" The face the pulled his mouth into an adoring smile and set his eyes a-twinkle was not something that he acted, but more natural in anticipation of the act. "Please," came mouthed the final word.
Nephriel blushed faintly to the request, directing his gaze to his lap as he felt the rims of his ears heat up once more and this wasn't something that wasn't feigned for the sake of theatre. He glanced down at his empty cup for a second, pretending to swill his tea before swallowing thickly and nodding towards the male. "Of course, sir." he lifted his face expectantly.
Jair set his empty bowl-shaped cup down between their bodies, before he sat fully onto his knees. The sleeves of his kimono fanned out to sway down from his limbs as he lifted and extended his arms, in order to cup his mate's face gently. After taking one, full look into the man's cleared eyes, Jair pressed his lips lightly to Nephriel's own, coaxing them to part slightly so they would be puzzled properly. "S'agapo," the darker man whispered below his breath, so quietly that no ear would hear such affections. After several seconds, the man lifted his face and tipped back, sighing out as he composed himself once more. "I am afraid it is time for me to leave," he stated, taking a passing glance to the clock over the other man's shoulder.
Nephriel set one hand over the fingers that pressed against his cheek, eyelashes fluttering and falling shut as he brushed his second set of digits along Jair's jaw-line, leaning up into the kiss that would've stolen his breath... had he any. His eyes popped open to the declaration and he countered softly against the man's lips. "Kego s'agapo." he murmured before pulling away, the blush deepening on his cheeks. He bowed his head in respect, "I wish you well on your journeys, Sir... take care of yourself."
Jair bowed his head in return, while the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. "Take care, Miss," he murmured softly, before slowly standing up onto his feet. The soles of wooden sandals gently shuffled against the floor as he made his way to the side, which - of course - was to be his exit off stage. Upon reaching the barrier, however, his face turned to take one more longing glance over the blonde, before he ducked inside the separate room.
The room darkened and a single stream of light fell on the blonde creature. Nephriel kept his pleasant expression until the man turned his back. As soon as Jair had turned a blind eye on him, the blonde's face fell and the glaze that had decorated his eyes to look like giant, porcelain orbs returned once more, thickening significantly before the tears fell down his dressed cheeks. His blurred vision attempted to make out the shape of the wooden doll on the table, "Such a life of caution and restriction... where I must bind my heart to my ribs. Keep it from jumping into the hands of another. I had done so well for so long that I forgot love did and does exist. And yet amidst all this ignorance, he had managed to cruelly snatch my heart from beneath me..." he lamented in a whisper before sweeping his arm over the tabletop to knock the tinkertots off. As they landed on the floor with a loud clutter, Nephriel tossed himself onto the table and his white-clad form racked with sobs. "Such a life... such a life... oh, woe!~" he cried, rolling onto his side. "Such a life is unworthy..." he sighed, lifting a hand. As the sleeve of his kimono slid down, it revealed a glinting blade. With a fluid motion, he poked the blade between his arm and side and released one last cry of sorrow. Meanwhile, in his other sleeve, he tugged on a small string that would undo a few pouches of red silk and have them spill through the low collar of his kimono. "You were my everything. Such a life was yours..." he sighed out before his eyes fell shut and no sooner had he done so, did the spotlight darken as well.
Nephriel stepped into the café and onto the stage provided. Pausing right at the door, he cleared his throat and tilted his chin up slightly. His pert nose twitched a bit, sandwiched between plump, alabaster cheeks that had been dotted with rouge. Lightly glossed lips jutted outward in a pout as the man looked around briefly before shuffling towards a coffee table near the side of the room; shuffling, because the nearly 6 feet figure donned a pair of authentic getas on his feet. The white straps of the wooden sandals matched the flowing, silk material of his kimono; the sleeves and hem of the robe embroidered with the finest of gold thread, depicting a flourish of bamboo shoots. Sliding out of his sandals, the blonde tucked a lock of pale gold wave behind his right ear, just under a sprig of cherry blossoms. With a soft sigh, Nephriel smoothed out the material of his kimono before sitting at one side of the table neatly, with his legs folded under him. Waiting.
Jair strode into after the blonde with a black, silk kimono flowing about his tall form. Such clothing was handmade and embroidered with cherry blossoms, and tied at his waist in a neat knot. Upon his feet were wooden sandals, perfectly fit, which shuffled across the floor soundly. His posture was straight, and almost perfectly slow, with only the slightest natural curve in his back. Jair searched around for the man he was supposed to be putting on a show with, and as instantly as he found Nephriel in his eyes, his cheeks flushed a dainty pink. In his honest opinion, he was horrible at acting, but he supposed he could do his best in the presence of his mate and... the general public. With a thick gulp, the man continued onward before stopping just short of the man, arching a well-manicured 'brow in question. Jair was good at following his fiancé and sire's lead, you see - he was not very decent at improvisation, however.
Nephriel bit back a small smile, glancing up at the man for a brief second as he approached the table before dropping his gaze politely. He reached under the table and pulled out a Japanese tea set before nodding to the seat across from him, "Please, sit." he intoned quietly, lifting the teapot by the handle and pouring out some (pretend) tea for his guest.
Jair gracefully lowered himself to his knees, leaning back onto his heels as he smoothed out the silk of his kimono daintily. His back straightened, and he bowed his head just slightly before commenting. "Tea? You always did know what I prefer, didn't you?" His hands were lain against his slanted lap, and fingertips tapped softly against one another as he awaited his cup. "From our very first meeting," he added.
Nephriel bowed his head in return; his gaze lowered to his tasks even as the man's comment brought a slightly deeper colour to his already blushed cheeks. "It is hard to forget the preference of such a prominent and well-regarded being such as yourself." he replied in a fluid tone, cupping the small bowl of "tea" and holding it up for the other in offering, his white gaze finally lifting to meet the others contrasting set.
Jair slowly lifted his arms, extending his phalanges only to curl them delicately about the bowl. With one more bow of his head, he lifted the faux substance to his lips, even so much as -slurping- for effect. "I am honoured that you think so, Miss. It is truly a pleasure to be in your presence on so many occasions. Unfortunately, this will have to be our last," he spoke, his voice lowering to a near whisper around the last of his sentiments.
Nephriel blinked once but otherwise, behind his metaphorical mask, his features remained still and calm. He poured some tea into his own tea bowl with slight grace, even as the growing storm in his mind continued to pick up speed. ""Is something wrong?" he asked in a quiet tone, bringing his "tea" to his lips.
Jair tipped his head to cant to the side as he watched the (wo)man's lips move, and before he could even begin to explain himself, his arm extended and lifted all at once. His fingers outstretched, unfurling to brush their tips barely over his mate's rouged cheek, 'brows furrowing gently in adoration. "You truly are beautiful, aren't you," he murmured; such was not a question, but a statement. More quickly than Jair had touched the man, his hand dropped back to his bowl. His throat cleared, and he lowered his all-black eyes into the emptiness of the container. "That depends on how you see things, Miss."
Nephriel closed his eyes the instant the fingertips brushed over his cheek. His chest heaved once as if had he a heart, it would have been jumping to the physical contact. Such things were not allowed for a Geisha... With a gentle flutter of his lashes, they lifted to look upon the male's face and his tone came out a bit more breathless than he would have liked. "Oh, Sir... please, do not keep me in suspense with such dealings for I fear my tender heart would not be able to take it!"
Jair smiled tenderly toward the blonde male, before he took a sip once more from his cup. "I am engaged, Miss. To a lovely young woman," he explained, but no sooner than the words had left his mouth, his fangs were exposed with a faked grin of joy. "Oh, I wish you could meet her! But alas... Such things are not fit for a woman such as yourself."
Nephriel stared blankly at the male, the words taking some time to register. It wasn't that he couldn't understand. No. He didn't -want- to understand. Luminous, ivory optics glistened with a thin layer of moisture and he swallowed thickly, dropping his gaze to his lap. Behind the veil of vanilla blonde, the man's face fell and he felt his throat close up tightly. The edge of his ears burned a deep shade in embarrassment and he lifted his gaze to the man once more, wearing a charming though fake smile for the male. "Omedetou gozaimasu. Congratulations."
Jair grinned further upon what seemed to him to be acceptance and happiness for his upcoming marriage. "Thank you, kindly, Miss," he whispered, reaching out to fold his hand over her own. "I have brought you a parting gift," he murmured, releasing her hand only so he could reach around to his kimono pocket. From within the silk, Jair withdrew a hand-carved Japanese doll (of course, it was all a prop). Her hair was blonde, as was Nephriel's, and her cheeks were perfectly dotted with rouge, also mimicking the man's apparel. It was a perfect imitation, down to the very outfitting of the wooden gift. "I carved it myself," he whispered, his voice soft, somewhat sheepish.
Nephriel blinked for a moment, out of character, as he stared at the doll and wondered where his fiancé got it. With a small cough, he slipped back into the character of his tragic entertainer. His ivory optics stared at the doll, awed by her delicate details before a gentle smile twitched at the corners of his pinkish lips. "Thank you..." he said quietly, taking the doll in his hands before lowering his head in a deep bow. “She is beautiful and I will always... treasure her." he spoke out in a slightly wavering tone and as his face remained hidden from the others view, the blonde frowned.
Jair smiled softly, albeit sadly. His eyes lowered for a few moments, before he patted the man's hand once more with a deep breath. "I am afraid our time is almost up, Miss..." came whispered from naturally pouted lips. His 'brows furrowed, and then his eyes lifted to gaze upon the face of his beautiful fiancé. "May I ask one last favour of you, Miss?" he questioned quietly, tipping his head in a half-bow as his lips twitched, hiding a frown.
Nephriel inhaled sharply, lowered eyes shifting upwards to settle on the dark-haired male. He studied the male quietly before nodding once, very slightly. "Of course... anything." he kept his tone relaxed, though the last word came out heavy and just about whispered.
Jair smiled hopefully as his held breath became an exhale, and his eyes locked onto the blonde's. In a voice softer than a whisper, almost inaudible to everyone else around them, the man inquired something of the man. "Would it be entirely possible to share one more kiss with you, Miss?" The face the pulled his mouth into an adoring smile and set his eyes a-twinkle was not something that he acted, but more natural in anticipation of the act. "Please," came mouthed the final word.
Nephriel blushed faintly to the request, directing his gaze to his lap as he felt the rims of his ears heat up once more and this wasn't something that wasn't feigned for the sake of theatre. He glanced down at his empty cup for a second, pretending to swill his tea before swallowing thickly and nodding towards the male. "Of course, sir." he lifted his face expectantly.
Jair set his empty bowl-shaped cup down between their bodies, before he sat fully onto his knees. The sleeves of his kimono fanned out to sway down from his limbs as he lifted and extended his arms, in order to cup his mate's face gently. After taking one, full look into the man's cleared eyes, Jair pressed his lips lightly to Nephriel's own, coaxing them to part slightly so they would be puzzled properly. "S'agapo," the darker man whispered below his breath, so quietly that no ear would hear such affections. After several seconds, the man lifted his face and tipped back, sighing out as he composed himself once more. "I am afraid it is time for me to leave," he stated, taking a passing glance to the clock over the other man's shoulder.
Nephriel set one hand over the fingers that pressed against his cheek, eyelashes fluttering and falling shut as he brushed his second set of digits along Jair's jaw-line, leaning up into the kiss that would've stolen his breath... had he any. His eyes popped open to the declaration and he countered softly against the man's lips. "Kego s'agapo." he murmured before pulling away, the blush deepening on his cheeks. He bowed his head in respect, "I wish you well on your journeys, Sir... take care of yourself."
Jair bowed his head in return, while the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. "Take care, Miss," he murmured softly, before slowly standing up onto his feet. The soles of wooden sandals gently shuffled against the floor as he made his way to the side, which - of course - was to be his exit off stage. Upon reaching the barrier, however, his face turned to take one more longing glance over the blonde, before he ducked inside the separate room.
The room darkened and a single stream of light fell on the blonde creature. Nephriel kept his pleasant expression until the man turned his back. As soon as Jair had turned a blind eye on him, the blonde's face fell and the glaze that had decorated his eyes to look like giant, porcelain orbs returned once more, thickening significantly before the tears fell down his dressed cheeks. His blurred vision attempted to make out the shape of the wooden doll on the table, "Such a life of caution and restriction... where I must bind my heart to my ribs. Keep it from jumping into the hands of another. I had done so well for so long that I forgot love did and does exist. And yet amidst all this ignorance, he had managed to cruelly snatch my heart from beneath me..." he lamented in a whisper before sweeping his arm over the tabletop to knock the tinkertots off. As they landed on the floor with a loud clutter, Nephriel tossed himself onto the table and his white-clad form racked with sobs. "Such a life... such a life... oh, woe!~" he cried, rolling onto his side. "Such a life is unworthy..." he sighed, lifting a hand. As the sleeve of his kimono slid down, it revealed a glinting blade. With a fluid motion, he poked the blade between his arm and side and released one last cry of sorrow. Meanwhile, in his other sleeve, he tugged on a small string that would undo a few pouches of red silk and have them spill through the low collar of his kimono. "You were my everything. Such a life was yours..." he sighed out before his eyes fell shut and no sooner had he done so, did the spotlight darken as well.
