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restlesswind (restlesswind) wrote in cirque_rp,
@ 2017-08-25 08:55:00

WHO: Aria and Kennet
WHEN: June 8th
WHERE: Kennet's Trailer
PROMPT: Travelers
WARNINGS: TBD

It was late and the moon was high. Aria had gone out, as she had said that she would, to take to the skies. The jungle air was heavy and oppressive, but up amongst the clouds and the stars she breathed deep and danced in a pleasant, thin coolness, the moisture of which clung to her eyelashes and feathers and cast diamondesque droplets that shimmered in the glow of the full moon with each graceful, capricious spiral her body made. Being grounded for too long did not suit her. She needed to be able to stretch her wings, to carve delicate patterns into the clouds with her dancing and feel the zephyr's caress as it flowed not only around her but through her.

Such liberation was something that had been denied to her once. This was something she could never forget, and something that now reminded her of her Djinn friend, contained to the grounds below. The lilac of her eyes glowed a little brighter with the injustice she still felt over his situation. The recollection of the sapphire brilliance of his bindings made her visibly bristle. But he had granted her some of his time this evening, and she intended to take advantage. It was the least she could do to pull him out of his routine, if only for a few minutes. Her semi-translucent form dove downward, her wings carrying her with startling speed back toward the earth below, and when she landed she immediately appeared back in her human glamour, perfectly material and quite unkempt. Droplets of water still dewed her skin, causing the gauzy fabric of her dress to cling to her in places, and her hair, now golden strands instead of silver feathers, looked very much as though she had just stuck her head in front of jet turbine for a few hours.

She either didn't notice, or didn't care. She had landed just where she wanted to be, and she lifted one dainty hand to rap sharply against the door of the Ringmaster's trailer before clasping her fingers behind her back. When he answered, she smiled brightly, still flush with the exhilaration of her dance. "Good evening, Kennet. I'm here to disrupt your work, as promised."

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hardshelled
2017-08-31 02:50 pm UTC (link)

After several centuries of being bound to the Cirque, little bothered Kennet about the situation. He would not think about nor speak of his attempts to escape with anyone as that would give Management information they did not need to have. As always Kennet's facade of a cool shard of ice remained while the flame burned bright inside of him for no one to see. The intense, smokeless flame that was his true form could never be cooled truly, no matter how much magic wrapped around him to bind him.

Mansoon season had been a better choice for the Cirque to give the inhabitants time to breathe after the wounds inflicted by the attack. The tourist numbers stayed low and the patrons coming in to see the shows had been mostly the citizens of the area. While Kennet had made sure his presence would be seen around the grounds more often, that did not mean he stayed out of his trailer entirely.

Kennet held a book in his hand as he answered the door. An exasperated sigh exited his lips but he stepped aside so Aria could enter. Though he had agreed to ten minutes of his time, Kennet knew this had been the reason he had tried to separate himself from any of the employees he had known previously. He did not need to be constantly interrupted or thought that he might be more lenient on them.

"What is it that you needed, Aria?" He asked.

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restlesswind
2017-08-31 11:30 pm UTC (link)

She pretended not to hear the displeasure in his voice as she breezed past him and into his trailer, pausing once inside to take in her surroundings. "I don't need for anything, Headmaster," was her response, and with it she spun back to face him. She did not wilt or shy from the cold, stern front with which he presented himself, but carried on as she normally would and took to flitting about his small space to inspect his decor, her posture a playful mimicry of his own favored stance. "I simply came to see you and make sure you're not working too hard. Everyone else is out having fun. It seemed a shame that you'd be here all alone."

She raised her brows and pressed her lips into themselves. "And so here I am." She inclined her torso towards him a bit, mirth gleaming in the aqua depths of her eye as she added, "And here you are, looking quite put out. You've allotted yourself ten minutes of distraction, Kennet. There's no need to glower. You've probably already started a timer somewhere." She indicated the book in his hand. "Leisure reading?"

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hardshelled
2017-09-05 05:30 pm UTC (link)

"Ringmaster," Kennet corrected with a sigh. He expected nothing less from the Sylph than to carry on as if nothing would ever phase her. Had he wanted her to wilt underneath him she would know it, but the strict, bored aura he tended toward was a typical one from him. "And I might prefer to be alone, Aria. The... festivities have never been very within my style."

Kennet set his book down on his table and poured himself a drink from a bottle on the topmost shelf. No one but the Ringmaster, himself, had the height and reach to obtain the bottles there. The wax cap on the clay container popped off releasing a strong scent of minerals, pine, and an uncertain dull sweetness. Once the red liquid filled his glass he placed the bottle back for safety. Kennet did not believe anyone would try to take a bottle they were not offered from his stash, but with such an array of creatures, one could never be too careful.

"I was not glowering. I cannot be bothered every day because you wish to spend time over nothing in particular." Taking a sip of his drink, he leaned back against the counter- shortening himself a few inches. "And the book is light reading." He added as an afterthought.

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restlesswind
2017-09-05 08:05 pm UTC (link)

"Some company every now and again is good for you," was her simple reply, and she swayed over to lean up against the counter at his side, keenly aware of their height difference as she canted her head back to look up at him as he partook of the crimson liquid in his glass. It seemed he did everything with meticulous grace, right down to the way he corked and reshelved the bottle.

"And spending time over nothing in particular is one of my favorite ways to spend time." She attempted to bring a hand through the locks of her hair, and seemed genuinely surprised to find herself unable to do so, tangled as it was. A small wrinkle of displeasure formed between her eyebrows as she took to carefully tugging at a wind-snarled knot, the brightness of her gaze finding his once again as she added, "Though if you prefer my visits to have more of a motive, I'm sure I could think of something for next time. Dancing, perhaps?" She leaned her shoulder into his and laughed softly, the sound not unlike the chimes in her symphony.

"We've both come such a long way to be here. If I may be transparent, I fully intend to continue these small interruptions when I can. What is your book about?" And she turned and propped her elbows on the countertop beside him, placing her chin in one hand while the other continued the hopeless task of fixing her hair.

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hardshelled
2017-09-08 05:51 pm UTC (link)

"Dancing?" He asked as if she had never suggested such a thing to him before. This version of the man, this face, this life, Kennet did never danced or evidently looked as if he were enjoying himself. Dropping his walls for the witch while he was struggling had been a poor decision. No one understood nor asked about the fact that his walls had been in place to keep him from becoming comfortable in his situation. Management enjoyed complacency on some level.

Kennet sighed a sound of annoyance. "The Picatrix in its original Arabic. It's on human's gathering of magical knowledge." He drank once more before moving from the small bar to sit at the small booth usually reserved for employees to sit at when they initially came into employment or when they were being punished.

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restlesswind
2017-09-08 07:55 pm UTC (link)

"Yes dancing. You say that like you've forgotten how."

It was a difficult topic to breach, wasn't it? The question of what one did when their will was not their own... it was difficult enough to acknowledge the situation, let alone delve into the hows and whys. It was part of the reason why she was so determined to barge in on him like this, to pull him away from his routine and make it harder for him to withdraw.

It was part of the reason why she followed him when he moved, lingering at the edge of the booth, her small frame swaying slightly and sending her skirts shushing about her ankles. "That does not sound like light reading," she noted, an edge creeping into her tone with her observation. Humans gathering magical knowledge... she mistrusted such notions, with good reason, and knew that on some level he must too.

How could he not? But still, his confession about the witch resounded in her memory, and her lips puckered thoughtfully to the side.

One hand still absently entwined in her hair, her eyes lingered on the closed cover of the book that still rested back on the countertop before she brought them back to fix on him. "Would you, if I asked? Dance with me, I mean." Her smile turned impish.

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hardshelled
2017-09-08 08:26 pm UTC (link)

Kennet made a knowing face when she moved to the edge of the booth. His long torso did not diminish the towering affect his height had even while sitting down. "It is light compared to other books I have read," he retorted. The book itself had been more damaging in the medieval period when it had been written. The magic incredibly strong, the book had been coded and scrambled by the warlock who wrote it so that only very long learned witches would be able to use it correctly. Many had died at its words being unable to decipher the true meaning of the potions.

Brows curling in, Kennet scoffed at the suggestion. "I do not dance, Aria, and it is not appropriate to spend my time doing so." His answer felt rehearsed in a way. His words bearly reflecting emotion as he tended to do.

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restlesswind
2017-09-08 09:33 pm UTC (link)

"I don't doubt that." She allowed her curiosity about the tome to subside for now, tilting her head at his automated response with a knowing squint of her eyes. "I'm sure you did once, though," she insisted, and her own brow crumpled. She sighed and turned from him to wander and pace the small space of his trailer once again, incapable as she was of standing still even when not agitated as she was now, fingertips sliding over anything that was within reach of her small outstretched hand.

"It's alright. I forgot what it was like once, too." She did not turn back to look at him.

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hardshelled
2017-09-09 01:29 am UTC (link)

With a roll of his eyes, he set his drink down and watched Aria move around his small, yet intricate space. Each pane of glass on the cabinets had designs etched into them and the dark wood carved out delicate details into the shadows of the lamp lit trailer. Kennet never used electricity.

"I have not forgotten, Aria. I just do not wish to do so. My- employment here does not make me forget where I have been in my past, but I cannot find some leisure or fun within this place." He rested his elbows on the table and pressed his fingers to his temples. While his room had wards against everything, Management could still know what was happening within the living portion of the trailer.

"You are not the first to try and lighten my mood, nor will you be the last. The witch and her coven have been annoying me to no end to try for an outcome. I decided to use it to my own needs after the attack, but that does not change my stance on socializing."

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restlesswind
2017-09-09 03:57 am UTC (link)

She grinned back at him over her shoulder, chuckling softly at his exasperated reaction. She wasn't talking about dancing anymore, not really. She had heard his hesitation - employment - and had to look away from him. She worried a bit of her bottom lip between her teeth and paused long enough to trace her fingers over the intricate carvings etched into the front of a glass-paned cabinet, her fingertips leaving no prints in their wake. "I don't want to lighten anything, Kennet. I know you a bit better than that, anyway. I..." She paused. She wanted to tell him that she wanted his mood to be his own. She wanted to tell him that she could remember the month, the day, and the hour of the first time Thorsten had ever made her smile because it had been the first time in over one hundred years that she had done so. Because sometimes walls were necessary. And that if he wanted to be a sour-faced grump who never danced and rolled his eyes at her, that she would let him do so in peace if she knew it was because it was something he chose. She wanted to say all of this n a mad rush, but his warning in the Symphony reminded her not to. Thinking it was probably bad enough. She sighed and let the words die on her tongue.

"I just think one dance wouldn't hurt," she said instead.

She hadn't had friends in the years of her own imprisonment... she wondered again how it might have been different if she had. She spun away from the glass and continued her tactile exploration, enjoying the way her fingers glided and curled over the winding patterns in his furniture and the way her shadows danced in the soft glow of the space. When she spoke again, there was a conversational air to her observation: "You mention the witch often."

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hardshelled
2017-09-12 03:51 pm UTC (link)

The Ringmaster developed his walls long before Aria had entered his life, but then, they had not been as icy as the Cirque had created. Long lives spanning to the beginning of time did not create an ease of life. Even her own time on the earth had only been a blink compared to his own. How entirely closed off he had become had everything to do with his contract with the Cirque and his thoughts to the necessity of keeping himself at a distance.

Every time he attempted something nice for employees it was met with suspicion, so he figured it was better to stop trying. Their parties and events would be ruined with his presence or they would see him partaking and stop following his rules. Some, like the demons, already toed that edge.

"She is a thorn in my side that is hard to remove," he answered nonchalantly as he sipped his drink. "Her friends as well, but she breaks into my trailer where the others are afraid to go."

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restlesswind
2017-09-22 09:14 pm UTC (link)

"Breaking in implies that you don't want her here. I have the feeling no one does anything here that you truly don't want them to." She came back to him then and did not hesitate an instant before fluidly dropping herself into the booth directly beside him despite the very vacant seats opposite. She deliberately bumped his hip with her own for good measure and twisted to face him with an easy grin at the corners of her mouth.

"What are you drinking? It smells lovely. Quite rude to have an old friend over and not offer them some, by the way." She was entirely teasing, of course... she seldom drank, if ever, but could not resist the opportunity to rib him a bit more. Poor Kennet. She supposed that being in charge of such a crew probably left him open to quite a bit of harassment, but she couldn't bring herself to feel too sorry for him. She'd always enjoyed the process of provoking him; in her younger days she had considered it a victory, although back then he had been a bit more receptive to it.

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