(Author's Note: This story happens alongside and after Ties of Blood.)
"Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?"
-John Constantine, in SANDMAN #3: "Dream a Little Dream of Me"
Red Dragon Inn: Weeks earlier.
It was some short time after Sid had told her to call her Manon, had told her to call on her if Viki wished. In doing so, the Ancient had claimed the seer as one of her own to take, to usher her into what lay ahead of life, after death...
Sid, Obsidian, became forgotten, and the Ancient became Manon to her instantly and eternally.
This did not bode well with her lover, Domikai.
He sat at a table in the commons, watching her from across the way. He was a perfectly still creature. Viki didn't even see him draw breath.
She sat at the bar, sure that her lover desired this solitude. Something was up. Nights earlier, Sid accidentally introduced him as Domikai, not Skado. The slight was almost unforgivable. There were so many things about his people, his way of life, that were still unknown to the seer.
She could not understand this, and that made it all the more worse. Once in the street, she had called him Domikai, but luckily there were no witnesses, and he chided her so softly.
Her heartache was clear, in her face and in her eyes, which were brimming with tears. Anger was a quick defense, but all of it crumbled when she took him in again.
"Why all the sharp ways?" She asked across the distance. "I did naut..." Her expression would finish the thought. She did not do anything. Why was he so quick to anger? Why? Why? Why?
He did not answer her. His silence would drive her further insane. She saw her own sorrow and frustration take shape. Little bubbles swarmed her figure, urging her up, up, up off her seat and to her feet. She was quick to retrace those angry steps from her prior leave of him, and now she was a terrible mess of emotion, with tear-streaked cheeks and quivering lips and half hesitant reaches for him as she drew near.
Sid reappeared in the doorway, and her presence seemed to make things all the more difficult. She watched them and they watched her, and then they turned on each other.
"You ask too much," said the Sandman to the seer.
"You give no answers," said the seer to the sandman, trying to weave reason through her distress. He was like a wall then, and her small fingers did their best to pry loose rocks and welded stone.
"My Name was given to countless ears by your Ancient, but she did not care to give her Name to myself in return. You wear it yet on your own lips." His words were as dry as his humor, and this exchange was devoid of humor entirely.
Viki softened at the answer. It was processed and devoured in a little mind listening. She once more extended a hand. It would remain an offering in open air if he did not take it.
Then, she spoke. "Something for her ears then. Not mine." She looked once over her shoulder, then back to her lover. Her eyes still glittered, bright in their sadness.
"I am sorry." Her quiet pleas were attached to the last lingering word. Do not turn away again.
"Always," she whispered to him.
He tangled his hand with hers of a brief time as he spoke. "It is not killing violence I would give you." Perhaps it was his way of apologizing, or explaining at least, but when Sid approached them, he took back his hand.
"Ye 'ave a problem with me." Her eyes locked on Domikai. Viki fell silent.
"I have words with you. Nothing more, nor less," he replied.
"An' these words be?"
"You are out of line, Ancient one. I cannot erase what ears have already heard.... but it's a bitter amusement that you would use my Name so freely but not give me your own Name." He kept his seat and an aura of civilization with flat words, despite his lupine features.
"I be thinkin' I see. M'apologies to ye. Tha' be... rude an' thoughtless o' me to do such." She nodded slowly, and her eyes never left his. "Would ye wish I correct this?"
"It may not be true name, but there are those that would follow it. It should be forgotten." He rose from the table. "Whether you are Sid, Obsidian, or the name the Seer has upon her tongue... is your matter to hold or correct."
"I gave a name with which Viki can call for me if'n I be needed. She I mark as one o' mine. Sid, Obsidian be the name wha' I wear. I gave tha' to ye when I did in trust. I be sorry I 'ave been so free with wha' ye gave to me."
Yes. The mark. Viki turned her eyes on her own skin, as if Sid's mark were a visible thing. When she looked up, she thought she saw something like anger flash over Domikai's face.
"One of yours in death. Do you know who You are?" He withdrew again, and stepped to the door, but paused just in front of it.
"All thin's change an' grow, e'en the ancient." Sid called after him, watching him go.
"Goodnight." Viki said quietly. Though her voice was small, her steps were wide. They were playing catch up with the Sandman's shadow. She was trailing him again, but picked up speed for the door.
"Sand is dust is sand." He said, looking to make his way out, but did not depart entirely until his lover was outside first.
And the seer, well, the seer was thankful for this small gesture. She tried to shield her emotional outbursts for the rest of the evening, which was hard to do, being a creature of in-betweens.
"Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?"
-John Constantine, in SANDMAN #3: "Dream a Little Dream of Me"
Red Dragon Inn: Weeks earlier.
It was some short time after Sid had told her to call her Manon, had told her to call on her if Viki wished. In doing so, the Ancient had claimed the seer as one of her own to take, to usher her into what lay ahead of life, after death...
Sid, Obsidian, became forgotten, and the Ancient became Manon to her instantly and eternally.
This did not bode well with her lover, Domikai.
He sat at a table in the commons, watching her from across the way. He was a perfectly still creature. Viki didn't even see him draw breath.
She sat at the bar, sure that her lover desired this solitude. Something was up. Nights earlier, Sid accidentally introduced him as Domikai, not Skado. The slight was almost unforgivable. There were so many things about his people, his way of life, that were still unknown to the seer.
She could not understand this, and that made it all the more worse. Once in the street, she had called him Domikai, but luckily there were no witnesses, and he chided her so softly.
Her heartache was clear, in her face and in her eyes, which were brimming with tears. Anger was a quick defense, but all of it crumbled when she took him in again.
"Why all the sharp ways?" She asked across the distance. "I did naut..." Her expression would finish the thought. She did not do anything. Why was he so quick to anger? Why? Why? Why?
He did not answer her. His silence would drive her further insane. She saw her own sorrow and frustration take shape. Little bubbles swarmed her figure, urging her up, up, up off her seat and to her feet. She was quick to retrace those angry steps from her prior leave of him, and now she was a terrible mess of emotion, with tear-streaked cheeks and quivering lips and half hesitant reaches for him as she drew near.
Sid reappeared in the doorway, and her presence seemed to make things all the more difficult. She watched them and they watched her, and then they turned on each other.
"You ask too much," said the Sandman to the seer.
"You give no answers," said the seer to the sandman, trying to weave reason through her distress. He was like a wall then, and her small fingers did their best to pry loose rocks and welded stone.
"My Name was given to countless ears by your Ancient, but she did not care to give her Name to myself in return. You wear it yet on your own lips." His words were as dry as his humor, and this exchange was devoid of humor entirely.
Viki softened at the answer. It was processed and devoured in a little mind listening. She once more extended a hand. It would remain an offering in open air if he did not take it.
Then, she spoke. "Something for her ears then. Not mine." She looked once over her shoulder, then back to her lover. Her eyes still glittered, bright in their sadness.
"I am sorry." Her quiet pleas were attached to the last lingering word. Do not turn away again.
"Always," she whispered to him.
He tangled his hand with hers of a brief time as he spoke. "It is not killing violence I would give you." Perhaps it was his way of apologizing, or explaining at least, but when Sid approached them, he took back his hand.
"Ye 'ave a problem with me." Her eyes locked on Domikai. Viki fell silent.
"I have words with you. Nothing more, nor less," he replied.
"An' these words be?"
"You are out of line, Ancient one. I cannot erase what ears have already heard.... but it's a bitter amusement that you would use my Name so freely but not give me your own Name." He kept his seat and an aura of civilization with flat words, despite his lupine features.
"I be thinkin' I see. M'apologies to ye. Tha' be... rude an' thoughtless o' me to do such." She nodded slowly, and her eyes never left his. "Would ye wish I correct this?"
"It may not be true name, but there are those that would follow it. It should be forgotten." He rose from the table. "Whether you are Sid, Obsidian, or the name the Seer has upon her tongue... is your matter to hold or correct."
"I gave a name with which Viki can call for me if'n I be needed. She I mark as one o' mine. Sid, Obsidian be the name wha' I wear. I gave tha' to ye when I did in trust. I be sorry I 'ave been so free with wha' ye gave to me."
Yes. The mark. Viki turned her eyes on her own skin, as if Sid's mark were a visible thing. When she looked up, she thought she saw something like anger flash over Domikai's face.
"One of yours in death. Do you know who You are?" He withdrew again, and stepped to the door, but paused just in front of it.
"All thin's change an' grow, e'en the ancient." Sid called after him, watching him go.
"Goodnight." Viki said quietly. Though her voice was small, her steps were wide. They were playing catch up with the Sandman's shadow. She was trailing him again, but picked up speed for the door.
"Sand is dust is sand." He said, looking to make his way out, but did not depart entirely until his lover was outside first.
And the seer, well, the seer was thankful for this small gesture. She tried to shield her emotional outbursts for the rest of the evening, which was hard to do, being a creature of in-betweens.