December 27th - Lindtfein Gallery
The night was unconscionably cold, making even a trip to the Night Market unbearable when the wind cut through every layer of clothing and bit at any exposed skin. Perhaps that was the reason he wasn't dressed in his usual tailored threads. A hood painted his face in shadows, glass-green eyes catching the light as he waited behind the window of a darkened shop front. A sharp gust carried bits of garbage skittering along the street and a pair of pedestrians passed by just as quickly, the frigid temperature encouraging them to find shelter. They never noticed the Jinn watching and waiting for his companion of the evening.
Beyond the darkened street, holiday lights brought warmth to otherwise bleak shadows and corners of the city. The Winterfest events were in full swing but Mus'ad didn't care to join in the frivolity. He couldn't understand wanting to celebrate a season or a weather pattern.
Una arrived by a sleek, black car that was otherwise indistinguishable from the hundreds of others that carried RhyDin's upper echelon across the city. Una could not claim that faction, though. In this era, she was still mostly a stranger in this town, its social circles no longer as interesting to her as they once had been. At least those that cavorted at the highly public galas and soirees. There were other circles: the clandestine and hushed, invitations a requirement, access by network. She and Elijah each had their own means of tapping into those, however, and thus far she'd resisted, finding entertainment elsewhere. At the moment, it beckoned in the exotic pair of green eyes that broke through the darkness.
The man beneath the hood garnered a sphinx smile from Una as she approached, her dark wool coat billowing along the hem. She put her back to the shop window and looked across the street where a few strands of twinkle lights decorating another shop window swayed in the breeze and then came loose from their nail, sagging diagonally across the face of the pane.
Once Una appeared on the sidewalk, so did Mus'ad. He blinked from the inside of the shop to the outside, sucking in a breath at the shock to his desert-born skin. Hands sunk deeper into the pockets of his peacoat as he stood shoulder to shoulder with her, watching the lights give up their hold.
"They cling to the light and still fear the dark," he murmured, a general observation of the life that grew in and around this city. For all its dark corners and underhand citizens, there would always be those that hoped for better. And yet they stayed here. A mystery, indeed. "It leaves the shadows to us," he said, turning his face to Una with a small smile.
"Poetic," Una said, one hand rising to reshape the sharp points of her bob after the wind stirred it once more. "But not all of them. Some chase after the dark. There isn't a better city for it than this one." Her smile was musing; she enjoyed the city, its eclectic denizens, its darkness and its light and also the places where they inexplicably blended into something that had no replica on Earth.
Mus?ad?s gloved hand was pulled from his pocket and held out to Una, palm up. "Would you allow me to take you somewhere?"
Una didn't hesitate to take his hand, her own hand bare and pale, the fingers curling around his with a comfortable intimacy. "So it does," she agreed, and nodded again for his last question. "Should I ask where or leave it to be a surprise?"
"If only you had seen the city of Asmara in its glory. You would have thought it a portal to the dark dimensions." His smile widened when she placed her hand in his and by the time she finished nodding, they were already transported.
There was no warning, he simply dissolved the both of them so that they reappeared in a room that was lit warmly but not with overhead bulbs; wall sconces and lamps that faced the ceiling were scattered along the walls and in the middle of the room, a thick rug sat completely with pillows for lounging and plates of food. The rest of the room, between the rug and the walls, was filled with tagged and categorized pieces of art. Statues, pieces of bas reliefs, protected vellum and stacks of paintings against the walls surrounded them. Music could be heard, muffled from the floor above.
"I had hoped that some small surprise would delight you." At least it was warm in the basement of the museum. "There is a gala being held tonight but I find this location to be far more interesting."
Una's hand remained within Mus'ad's for the brief duration of the transport, though by the time she exhaled her surprise into the museum's basement, her grip had tightened somewhat. "My exposure to gifts such as yours has been limited over the past decade, and apparently it's out of style these days to give proper warning. Or perhaps you thought I'd enjoy the element of surprise." Her tone was chiding, though it didn't linger because soon enough she released his hand to wander deeper into the room, fingertips exploring the frayed edges of stretched canvases as she moved.
Chin tipped up, she listened to the music filtering through the ceiling, and then stopped before a statue of the Venus de Milo, the artist unknown to her. She circled the figure, her palm smoothing over marble curves. "You are correct that this location is far more interesting, but now I'm curious how this benefits you? After all, wasn't this a trade? My time for the return of my marble." Una stepped from behind the statue to face the Jinn once more, once brow rising in mild accusation.
A hand lifted to rest against his chest. "My apologies, masul sauk. I fear that my attitude toward my own gifts has dulled over the years, I sometimes forget. You have not known many Jinns in your life?" Mus'ad drifted toward the rug and dropped down, reclining back against the thick pillows while he watched her lyrical dance among the dusty items. "You are unpredictable and I find that enticing. Was I wrong to assume that you delight in small surprises?"
Plucking a date from a nearby platter, Mus?ad chewed thoughtfully, observing how her fingertips caressed the delicate sculpture, worn smooth by centuries of existence. There were days he felt a kinship with the statue but today was not such a day. A slow smile bloomed across his mouth. "Indeed, this is a trade. I am curious why you decided to indulge me. An hour of your time is certainly a weighty barter for such a small trinket."
"I don't believe anyone has ever called me such a name. That alone is worth a pardon or three." Sweet thorn.There was unaffected delight in the smile that unwound in response to his moniker. Una's eyes drifted over him, their usual dark cataclysm, wandering from landmark to landmark upon his reclining body, a feline uptilt painted at each corner in kohl. "I have not known many Jinns in my life, no," she confirmed, her attention settling back on the Venus de Milo, where she feathered a thoughtful caress over the impervious marble top of the goddess's thigh.
"Your assumption wasn't wrong. In time, small surprises perpetuate where the big ones can become so redundant that they lose their effect entirely." Her back was to him then, her words coming slowly as if she'd only had the realization in the moment. Departing the statue with a final dance of her fingers down the gutter of the woman's spine, Una shrugged free of her coat and settled next to Mus'ad. Her clothing, as she'd made a habit of lately, was black: slim-fitting pants, a silk tank top that bared the well-defined rounds of her shoulders, and ballet flats that she promptly kicked off as she settled back on an elbow and angled towards the Jinn.
One hand disappeared into her pocket and returned with the handful of marbles. "They are small, but their size is a deception. They're capable of much more. I suppose I should be grateful you didn?t know that. You might have gained a year of my time rather than a mere hour."
"Do you understand the words or only the...intent behind them?" wondering if she spoke his language or merely took from context.
Here, at his leisure, the gloves had been removed as well as his outer coat, the hood of his cloth jacket pushed back to reveal the mussed curls that hugged his skull. The picture of relaxed elegance, there was a harder edge that lurked underneath the surface, often smothered by his smooth charm. A plate of pickled vegetables was pushed toward Una once she settled and he poured them both a glass of pomegranate wine.
"Perhaps I knew but did not wish to become one of the larger surprises that wears upon you until it is dull and lacks joy." Mus'ad flashed a coy smile before allowing his gaze to drop to the marbles. Reaching across their cups, he plucked one from her hand, rolling it between his thumb and middle finger. "What are you capable of?"
"Ana afham," Una said, the words spilling effortlessly from her mouth. Where her brother had required strong encouragement and force to do his translations, Una had taken to languages naturally. "I will have to think of something suitable for you in return."
She regarded the man across from her as if she'd decide in the moment, though nothing was immediately forthcoming. Her smile lingered in the place of words, and she openly studied Mus'ad's features, the coloring of his skin and eyes, the allure of the knife's edge that lurked behind the smooth veneer of charm and grace. She waved a hand dismissively at the vegetables, but took a glass of wine that immediately became decoration for the pale fingers that wrapped the stem, for she made no move to drink.
"That attempt at charm, I do not buy," Una said in reply to his comment about larger surprises and the coy smile that followed. Once he'd plucked a marble free, her fingers closed over those remaining, and the point of her chin dropped to indicate the marble in his hand. "Set it free and see. A demonstration is always more interesting, isn?t it?" No doubt that she and Elijah were related after all.
"I am breathless, awaiting your name for me." The smile was genuine this time, warming his eyes. Two predators circled each other, curious for the sake of curiosity but without true intent of harm. For now. A mutual truce until one of them felt threatened.
The marble danced across his palm as Mus'ad rocked his hand back and forth in a subtle motion. Just as when they first met, he flipped his hand over smoothly, the momentum keeping the marble rolling along his skin, traversing the dips and valleys between tendons and bone. Over the backs of his fingers it traveled until his hand was held upright in the air, the marble balanced on the tip of his middle finger. "It will not alert those above us to our presence?" Not that he was afraid of discovery but it was much nice to relax without interruption.
With a flick of his finger, the marble arced through the air and bounced off the edge of the rug. It bounced again on the concrete floor twice more before rolling toward the armless tribute to Venus.
Una made a pillow of her arm and observed Mus'ad's theatrics with her marble while an enigmatic smile played over her lips. "It will not give us away, promise," she assured him.
She did not follow the trajectory of the marble as it bounced along the floor and settled near the statue. Her eyes were riveted to Mus'ad's expression as a column of smoke rose from where the marble had been a scant second before and became a figure bearing a perfect likeness to the very man next to her.
The figure did not move or speak, but seemed crafted of flesh all the same, and not lifeless in the way the statue beside him was.
It was difficult to follow the path of the marble when he felt those fathomless eyes warming the side of his face but he managed it without betraying the effort it took. A brow arched when smoke started to gather and plume into the air, gradually solidifying and taking shape into...a man. Himself. A smile spread slowly, gradually blossoming into a chuckle. Pushing to his feet, Mus'ad stood in front of his reflection, hands clasped loosely behind his back and a smirk slanted across his lips.
"Can he move and speak or is he a glistening mirage on the horizon that will disappear if you move toward it?" Twisting, he cast a glance over his shoulder at Una. "Should I be flattered or wary that you can so easily cast my likeness?" another coy smile showing white slivers of teeth before he straightened and circled around both statues. "Is each marble the same as this one?"
Una rose with the Jinn, albeit a few steps behind, watching him approach the figure with that same unwavering smile. Her shoulder brushed against his as she came to a stop beside him. "Unlike with you, this one is not enhanced by opening his mouth. Speech skills are very rudimentary. He can move, though, yes." To demonstrate, Una stepped forward until she was a hair's breadth from the golem. "Even waltz," she said as one of the golem?s hands fit itself to her waist and the other clasped her hand. They completed a slow box step before Una stepped away.
"It has little to do with my skill and much more to do with that of the mage who gifted them to me years ago." She wound a finger through one of the golem's dark curls, examining the shine reflected in the dark hair of the Jinn opposite her. "There are five of them and they are similar but not exactly alike. They can walk, and dance, and fight, and kill, but they do not make good conversational partners."
He mouthed the word enhanced, amused to think that if he were silent, he would be less appealing. A question and a compliment rolled into one. A quick glance to the place where their arms touched before she stepped forward to demonstrate the golem's dancing skills. Mus'ad took a step back to give them room, tilting his head to observe himself from another viewpoint. It wasn't the first time he'd seen himself in this manner but it had been some time. Perhaps a haircut was in order.
"And they take on any visage you like?" A wide smile split his mouth as he held out a hand to Una, offering to be her next dance partner. Music from the upstairs gala filtered down and Mus'ad enhanced the volume so that it echoed softly in the room around them. "I hope that I waltz better than my counterpart," he murmured with a bow. "But he shall not be lonely." An impish gleam shone in his eyes and when Una next glanced at the golem, he was dancing with a mirror image of Una, though this one was just as quixotic as the original. For now, she didn't speak but she moved with the same airy grace of the Jinn's willowy dance partner, carried the same enigmatic smile.
"Any visage I like. More or less," she affirmed, stepping from alongside the replica into the arms of the real thing. Una's left hand settled lightly atop Mus'ad's shoulder while her right tucked itself within his extended one. She followed his lead, and they made several circles about the room before she delivered her assessment, "You're much better. Far more graceful. Warmer, as well."
Once she caught a glimpse of her doppelganger, she exhaled delighted laughter and couldn't help but slow their movements as she turned to watch herself in her golem's arms. She asked the same question Mus'ad asked prior, "Is she an illusion or a tangible creation?"
The weight of her hand in his was barely felt, her bones so delicate. It was one of the great contradictions about Una, the way she appeared so fragile but clearly reveled in her role as hunter and executioner. "I do not compare to your grace, masul sauk. You are the shining jewel of the Cristea family. Were I any other man, I would rush to your family and beg your hand." His smile dared her to doubt the flowery prose that sprang almost unbidden to his lips.
A quick glance over to the other pair and his smile slanted to one side. "Somewhere in between. You may touch her, you may speak to her, but she is born of the desert wind, shimmering on the horizon. She exists as long as I will her to be so." Mus'ad turned them in a twirling circle, keeping her snug within the frame of his arms so their center wasn't thrown off. Green eyes wandered the landscape of her features, traveling slowly so as not to miss any detail.
"You are correct that I did not ask you here only for the pleasure of your company, though I have enjoyed our time together. I have one more bargain for you, should you be interested."