Orange lights
The lights are dim with just orange lights hanging from the ceiling casting small spotlights onto the smooth lacquered maple wood floor. This shiny mirrored walls are all polished and shiny on 2 sides. The other walls are finished with simple wooden panelling and another wall has windows which overlook the quiet world outside. The window overlooks train tracks which no longer has no more trains running for the day.
The room is empty save 2 souls.
The soft thumps against the wood is the only thing to be heard along with a soft lilting music of a quiet jazz piano piece. That and the heavy breathing of a dancing person lost in the passion of a routine.
Aye. There be 2 people in the room. But the other only looks on standing in a corner at a side where it seems the spotlights miss.
Turning and twirling and sliding slowly, deliberately she glides across the floor. A complicated routine which would seem perfect with a partner. But nevertheless it seems well enough on it's own.
The music ends soon enough and she strikes her final pose.
"What do you think?"
The other person smiles a unique calm and easy smile and says.
"Perfect." His soft claps echoing around the room gently.
He strolls over to her. He's dressed casually in a suit that's all black contrasting to the dancer who's dressed in bright coloured dress.
"Would you join me for a dance?" Her voice hanging in the air hopefully. The 4 walls of the room have heard this question so many times that if they could speak. They would probably repeat this line first.
"No thank you." And there goes that easy smile again.
"Then would you dance for me? That circular dance of yours?"
"Aye madam."
He takes off his coat revealing his physique and the dark coloured shirt made out of fine material. She pulls up a chair and eases herself into it and crosses her legs. He drapes his coat around her chair.
He walks to the centre of the room. Turns to look at her and gives her a smile. She giggles a little. Clearly she's amused.
"It's your first time seeing me do this right?"
"Well yes."
"Try not to get your socks blown off."
And he begins. He turns on his feet. It looks as if he's about to lose his balance. But he just turns faster. He opens his arms. And he just picks up speed. He turns and moves in a circle. Quickly and firmly the movements continue. His feet step around in turns as he continues creating rapid taps on the floor. It's fast. It's intense. It's exciting.
She watches his dance. And she knows what it means. It's a dance that only the people of his profession know. Guardians.
And she sighs knowing it's full meaning. He only thinks of her as a charge. Nothing more. Just a target to guard. To sign those life giving contracts with. He doesn't need the contracts yet because he's only as old as her. But when it's time he'll start signing those contracts and he'll become an immortal.
He keeps going slowing down and then speeding up again. His routine creates a slight breeze in the whole room with it's intensity. He just keeps going.
When he ends he's panting and sweating.
"Well? What do you think?"
"I've never seen anything like it."
"I should think so." And he smiles again.
She knows the meaning of the dance but it's not that which scares her. It's the difficulty of their life which scares her. The difficulty of her feelings for him. The difficult conditions.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing at all." She smiles a fake smile.
They make to leave. He dons his jacket and helps her into her own. And he turns off the orange lights in the room.
The room is empty save 2 souls.
The soft thumps against the wood is the only thing to be heard along with a soft lilting music of a quiet jazz piano piece. That and the heavy breathing of a dancing person lost in the passion of a routine.
Aye. There be 2 people in the room. But the other only looks on standing in a corner at a side where it seems the spotlights miss.
Turning and twirling and sliding slowly, deliberately she glides across the floor. A complicated routine which would seem perfect with a partner. But nevertheless it seems well enough on it's own.
The music ends soon enough and she strikes her final pose.
"What do you think?"
The other person smiles a unique calm and easy smile and says.
"Perfect." His soft claps echoing around the room gently.
He strolls over to her. He's dressed casually in a suit that's all black contrasting to the dancer who's dressed in bright coloured dress.
"Would you join me for a dance?" Her voice hanging in the air hopefully. The 4 walls of the room have heard this question so many times that if they could speak. They would probably repeat this line first.
"No thank you." And there goes that easy smile again.
"Then would you dance for me? That circular dance of yours?"
"Aye madam."
He takes off his coat revealing his physique and the dark coloured shirt made out of fine material. She pulls up a chair and eases herself into it and crosses her legs. He drapes his coat around her chair.
He walks to the centre of the room. Turns to look at her and gives her a smile. She giggles a little. Clearly she's amused.
"It's your first time seeing me do this right?"
"Well yes."
"Try not to get your socks blown off."
And he begins. He turns on his feet. It looks as if he's about to lose his balance. But he just turns faster. He opens his arms. And he just picks up speed. He turns and moves in a circle. Quickly and firmly the movements continue. His feet step around in turns as he continues creating rapid taps on the floor. It's fast. It's intense. It's exciting.
She watches his dance. And she knows what it means. It's a dance that only the people of his profession know. Guardians.
And she sighs knowing it's full meaning. He only thinks of her as a charge. Nothing more. Just a target to guard. To sign those life giving contracts with. He doesn't need the contracts yet because he's only as old as her. But when it's time he'll start signing those contracts and he'll become an immortal.
He keeps going slowing down and then speeding up again. His routine creates a slight breeze in the whole room with it's intensity. He just keeps going.
When he ends he's panting and sweating.
"Well? What do you think?"
"I've never seen anything like it."
"I should think so." And he smiles again.
She knows the meaning of the dance but it's not that which scares her. It's the difficulty of their life which scares her. The difficulty of her feelings for him. The difficult conditions.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing at all." She smiles a fake smile.
They make to leave. He dons his jacket and helps her into her own. And he turns off the orange lights in the room.
