Who: Sasha and Absinthe What: Abby comes to visit Sasha at his theater When: Past log, done last week when Sasha first returned to NY Where: The Krasivyi Dyen, New York
The Krasivyi Dyen, meaning beautiful afternoon, was Sasha's baby. A grand hotel that he had renovated, and turned the theater room into the main showcase. The outside was impressive from a distance, large building that almost towered over the road away from the other buildings. It was much further out than the main city, and while Sasha was a very flamboyant person who loved the attraction of others, the distance was not uncomfortable. There was a time when business may have not been as peaked, but he was never alone in his fancy nightclub.
The inside was breathtaking and colorful. Scaled across the walls were paintings from the impressionists, mostly those from his friend Toulouse. His favorites that had not been scoured by the museums. The theater room was massive, reds and glittering curtains. He felt comfortable, with his dear sweet home. For once he felt grounded, even if a gypsy heart flitted around.
He had shut down the theater for the night so that his sweet Abby could see Dyen shining by herself in all her glory. She was most beautiful with a crowd, but Abby would not make this her only appearance. It had been too long since Sasha had seen her, his heart fluttered at the thought. He loved the Green Fairy in all her beauty. Absinthe had almost dropped everything when she'd heard Sahsa, her Sasha, was back in town. When he'd said to meet him she'd gone and put on a Green Bohemian style dress. She'd promised him to dress up in the style he'd created. So she had.
She'd had Alica drive her to Krasivyi Dyen and for a while, she'd stared up at the building. It reminded her of Paris, nights shared in dark corners. Impressionism. The art movement they had made. They had birthed. Their child.
Smiling she moved into the building, looking for her Sasha. The interior was gorgeous and she was stunned by it. Then she saw Sahsa. With a cry of joy she ran to him, arms extended to wrap around his neck and set a kiss on his lips that proved just how much she had missed him.
Sasha had been waiting, the smile on his face just as bright as he turned around to see his beloved Absinthe. He had just hopped down from the stage of his grand theater, dusting off the tops of the red seats when she came running to him. So much had changed since the two of them had last seen each other. His own style and image different then when he'd been first brought into this world. He was a wanderer, and he collected things that he liked from different cultures, that much was obvious in the way he spoke in both Russian and French, sometimes German. He was an eclectic.
He returned her sweet kiss, missing that tantalizing taste on his lips. They had shared so many fun times together, it was amazing time had kept them apart this long when they worked so well together. The turn of the new century in Paris, the year the Moulin Rogue was erected had been their most playful times together. Where they'd fallen in love. Where she'd seduced him. Where he'd thrown her into his world and made her a part of it. He wouldn't have traded it for anything.
"My darling," he said sweetly, holding her hands out with his own and looking over her lovely outfit.
With a smile she drew back and looked to him. She hadn't seen him in so long. Not since Paris. So many years had passed since they had parted. He was her first, and last, love. Not even Goth she loved as she loved her Sasha. Absinthe would never birth another child. Sasha had been the only one who'd been able to convince Absinthe to do so. And to an entire art movement at that.
She gave him a twirl and took his hands "my love. You look fabulous" he had evolved. As had she. They where different, but still the same "and this home of yours. It's just so beautiful" she glanced around then, still holding his hands. Her eyes where bright with happiness. Her Sasha was home, and she wasn't about to let him go.
"There is so much I need to tell you. I don't even know where to start"
There was a softness in her green eyes that he hadn't seen in so long. The eyes of the beautiful fairy that had taken his heart, and he hers. A pursed, sweet smile breached his lips as his fingers twined with hers, her words putting a soft blush atop his cheeks. "You are too kind," he said sweetly. He knew though, he'd done wonders with this place, it was his home, his heart. Sasha was a very emotional being, and the embodiment of what his people had been and still were deeply rooted inside of him. That would never change, even if his outward appearance had. He had become as flamboyant as his theater, his hair even different than the bustled times of Paris. Sasha had always stood out.
His hands left, cupping her face delicately, putting a sweet kiss atop her lips, his nose nudging hers as he pulled away. "I am so happy to see you, milaya moya."
At her cheerful and delighted smile, he wrapped a warm arm around her shoulders as he proceeded to give her the grand tour of his avant-garde home. "Tell me, sweet one, I haven't heard your voice is so long. What have you been up to?"
With a smile she followed her Sasha, settling her arm around his waist as she looked around the home. The posters made her smile "are these the actual ones from France? I have missed seeing them" smiling she brushed her finger along the frames before she followed him.
She grinned then "well, where to start? I came to America a bit after the Revolution. I made my home In New Orleans, as you know. When we...separated" which had been the choice of neither of them. She had never wished to leave her Sasha "I made my home here. Then my ban hit the country" she sighed then and lowered her yees "they where hard years. I was barely myself, almost dying"
A bright smile spread along her lips then "but then Goth came here. She created a culture you might enjoy. She brought the old ways back, her followers drank me the way I was intended to be drank. So I love her. I do hope you will get along. It's important to me" she gave him a hopeful look then "and what of yourself, and Impressionism? I have not seen him"
"I know not," Sasha said with an almost disappointed look on his face concerning their child. His brace on her tightened. The time in Paris had been so carefree, but as with most anything in the mortal world, it passed and once the first World War hit, he and Abby had drifted apart. He would have never parted with her purposefully. He had been thrown out, outcast like he and his followers, his people had been from the beginning. "I wandered around for some time, my sweet." It had been hard, like her he'd almost flickered out to almost nothing, few able to keep him budding. "My partisans brought me back around the the '50's, but that hippie movement almost made me fade again." A smile settled back on his face. "I have been in New York since the playwrights painted me, brought me back. I am ever so happy, darling, it would have been terrible not to see you again."
The pain of his words was seen in her eyes. She sighed and lowered her eyes. No one, save her Sasha, knew that Absinthe had given birth to the being that had become Impressionism "we'll find him. He's ours. He can't be far if we're both in the same city"
She smiled then, brushing the pain of not having her child around away. Smiling she brushed her fingers along his arm as she moved with him, enjoying his company. It had been to long "I am glad to know that you survived my beloved. Not having you anymore would have been...devastating" She kissed his cheek then "you promised me dinner, let's go eat and not talk og bad things anymore. Let's just enjoy each other's company"
"You are most beautiful ma chere," he smiled delicately. There was a spark that had brought them together those years ago, and they baited off of one another, working like a team. Sasha had hardly found anyone quite like her before, and he intended on staying around for good this time. With the American culture so wrapped up in art and poetry, writing, theater, it seemed his time of wandering alone was no longer a problem. He did get restless, his gypsy ways pressing him to new and exciting things.
"You have missed Sasha's cuisine. I did my best this vecher," His arm moved from around her shoulders to take hold of her hand as he lead her into the main dining hall. His free arm outstretched. "Isn't it lovely, my darling?" he asked with a grin before directing her towards the one table with candles, and a French cuisine she would be proud of. Absinthe blushed to his compliment. Only he could get her to actually blush. He was her darling
With a laugh she nodded,twining her fingers with his "of course I did. You always made sure I was fed" she grinned and gave a gasp to the setting. It was like old times "oh mon amour. It's gorgeous" she looked to him, taking his chin and setting a kiss on his lips "you spoil me" she released him, moving to the table and glancing along the dinner he had set out "it's like old times. All we need now is our painters and writers" Sasha, and she never wondered if he was just saying things. He meant his compliments "do you like the dress? I told you I'd dress in your style"
He did spoil her, he liked the romantic side of things, it was what the artistic writers had pegged him for. They were alike in so many ways, and he liked their flirtations. Romancing her had been almost as big of a concept as it had been for her. They both knew the right words and moves in a very honest way that made them compatible.
Everything was set perfectly on the table, appetizer, main course and dessert. Having spent some of his times without much food, poverty and only having the company of others to fill his soul, Sasha would splurge when he had the opportunity and for anyone willing to partake. He liked to cook.
"Oh my sweet, you are séduisant! As beautiful as ever! I adore this dress," he chided releasing her hand to shadow a hand over himself. "And I, darling?" He looked as handsome as any man, and as gorgeous as any woman, an almost perfect mix of both which was why it was so difficult for some people to figure him out at times.
Their romance had been bright, and neither of them had truly anticipated the results. She had found him intriguing, and wished to seduce him. Then he'd made her fall in love with him. In all his glory. France had been their playground and honeymoon. She still loved him for what he'd shown her, and where he'd taken her.
In France, he'd made sure she remembered to eat. She forgotten, often, and if she hadn't been a Goddess it would have been disastrous. She laughed to his arrogance, and tugged on his tie "you are looking for compliments sweetling. But you look dashing as always. You've evolved. I like this new look of yours"
With a grin she would run her hand through his hair "I loved what you did with your hair, too. I'm tempted to let you loose on my locks. I could do with some color" smiling she sat down "I have several people I want to introduce you to. This city has been good to me. I'm sure you'd like them"
They had been like young teenagers, giggling and enjoying each other's company at every turn. There were a lot of good memories that he had in thanks to this beautiful Green Fairy. He smiled sweetly at her compliments, "So do you," he said tapping her nose with his finger. They both thrived off praise and flattery. He stroked his hair where she'd touched. "It's fabulous, isn't it," he repeated. "Fashion today is different ma chere than it used to be. Sasha likes." He smiled.
Pulling out one of the lavish chairs with deep purple patterned fabric he offered her the seat so that he could start the romantic dinner. "There is something I should like to show you darling, after dinner." Taking the seat across from her he watched her. "Any friend of yours is one of mine, my sweet. Sasha will meet them."
It was so easy to fall back into that mindset. She was older now, scarred by the ban they had imposed on her an still half afraid of the world and fearful of what they'd do to her now. She grinned then, not even pretending to be ashamed of her desire to be complimented "I deserve compliments, as do you. We are the greatest beings ever to grace this Earth. We could make this world in our image if we so chose"
She laughed then "I see, I still prefer my old style, but my Alicia makes sure I keep up to the modern trends" she smiled as she sat down and glanced to him "you are making me ever so curious now. I can hardly wait" eagerly, she dug into her meal "well you know of Goth. There is Achilles, my warrior. And Forseti. He is Norse and a lawyer at that. He's shy too, it's utterly adorable"
"There is nothing to worry about ma chere," he said with a delicate voice. She was a worried little flower, and he knew all too well of the times he had feared he should flicker and die out. "We are strongest together," he noted. He knew what she was thinking.
Shasha tapped his lip as she spoke, always intrigued by the newest gossip. They loved to share their experiences and the interesting people they met. "Da. Such new characters for you. Krasivyi." Focusing on his own plate, Sasha started to poke at the duck and salmon. "Who is most interessante?" he asked with a silly smile, knowing that she approved of the meal. There wasn't anything Sasha could not make. He knew many recipes from many places. Germany, Budapest, Belgium, Japan, Sasha was extremely worldly in the things he chose to like. He absorbed them like a sponge and threw them around in his own endearing way.
At his reassurance she looked to him, green eyes shining with love and trust. She did worry. But he'd always been able to calm her "I know mon amour. This time, we are both here to stay. I shall make sure of it. I know many of my followers who will just adore you, so have no worries about lack of power"
She doubted her Achilles would be shared, and didn't know Forseti well enough to know the man's tastes but she knew her Goth would adore her Sasha. And vice versa. She grinned then "new experiences. I've been around the same people far to much" at his question she frowned "my Goth, who you must meet. She'll adore you. I doubt if Forseti or Achilles would enjoy your company. Achilles can be...stubborn" she smiled then "oh! I met Satan. You know. The Christian Devil? He's a bit of a dead fish, no personality to speak of, but he's still intriguing. Death is walking, as always. I haven't spoke to him in a while tough"
When she'd finally put a smile on her face, he was content and continued eating. "Finish up soon, my love. Dessert is next, and then Sasha's surprise." He smiled sweetly, flashing that grin and those beautiful eyes.
"So many talents, sweet. Goth sounds like a gem." He'd heard of her ban, and he knew enough about the gothic underworld to know that she had helped his darling Abby out. "I am grateful to her for bringing Abby back." He listened to her carry on, so excitedly, so exuberant. He'd missed hearing her chattering and he stopped eating long enough to just watch her, elbows on the table, chin rested in his hand.
"Achilles...lui sounds familiar. Is he Greek?" She continued and his eye brightened. "You have done well, my darling. Abby is always better with the right company. Have you inspired any of them?" he asked with a daring look in his eyes. It was fascinating, especially since unlike her, while he'd been around many a great people, there hadn't been anyone to quite take his interest.
With a smile only he'd seen she finished her meal. She's allowed Sahsa's people to change her, change r drink. For him, she'd do just about everything. He allowed her to run, and indulged her in chasing her. And most importantly, he let others chase her "I can't wait"
"She is. I love her. She is in my heart, just like you are" she smiled to the nickname. It wasn't one she'd heard, well. Ever. And he was the only one she'd let herself call her that "yes, he is. It is his heel that you are thinking of" at his last question her smile turned brighter, almost mysterious "Achilles. He is a directer, allowing me to influence his script. And. I put him on a stage. I haven't seen such raw passion on a stage since Sinatra"
Sasha was just like Abby. A free spirit that needed it's own peace of mind. To not be caged and could glow in all it's beauty. He had no problems with her finds, in the old days they used to capture new interests together.er and use their influence to persuade. Sasha had missed that, within the company of someone that truly understood your soul. That was his Absinthe. She was a rare bird indeed.
"Da," he said with a nod and agreement in his Russian tongue. "That is it," he clarified. She seemed to glow as she talked about her new friend. It put a smile on Sasha's face. "On stage, so he writes," oh he could feel his skin shiver at the description. Sasha loved poets and writers, most importantly he loved his painters. He had rarely seen one capture his heart quite like Toulouse. He hoped one day he would, and with the way Abby inclined about her newest finds, his heart was hopeful. His head tilted, eyes walking over her beautiful and gleaming face. "He must be powerful. Meraviglioso," he said with a kiss to the air, his fingers touching his thin lips and a grin. "What do you plan to do with such a splendid creature, my sweet?"
She had always shared her finds with him to. When she found someone she liked, a writer that had struck her fancy, she'd brought them home and they had indulged each other. She still claimed to have given him Toulouse. It had been her greatest acomplishement.
With a smile she finished her meal, to eager to wait for her suprise "now show me what it is you have for me. I cannot wait" she grinned and picked up a glass "with encouragement, yes. He does. I have gotten him to write music" she laughed then "he is, but rather...selfish. I have given light hints to sharing. He did not respond well. He does not approve of when my eyes wander. Mores the pity for that man could use some relaxation" she shrugged then "see how far I can guide him. He is stubborn in his ways. Refuses to change. Arrogant enough to think he can make me change" her smiled turned teasing then "he amuses me, but Forseti charms me. He is...shy. Like I am the first to have shown him attention in a long while. I could just eat him up"
Sasha excitedly bounced out of his chair, with his hands together so he could give her the surprise. "You have worked on some tough ones before, my love," he said sweetly, his arm wrapping around her shoulders once again and he guided her out of the dining hall and into his hall of paintings and other mysterious artwork. He laughed lightly at her ramblings. "Darling Abby," his finger nudged her cheek " Excusez-moi, but I am your favorite charm." He smiled leading the way into his sanctuary. "Cover your eyes, Sasha wants this to be special."
"This is Sasha's favorite room," he announced holding both hands on her shoulders now and whispering into her ear when he was ready for those beautiful green eyes to open. Scanning down one wall were many of Tolulouse's paintings, Sasha's favorites. Some of himself, some of Abby and other's just breath-taking. It was sure to take her back a little to a time when they were both favored. Scaling the other wall were various vintage posters of the Moulin Rouge, and there was one in particular that she would adore. "For you, chere" he proposed, showing her that she had never been far from his thoughts.
With a smile she rose as he did. She was eager for his suprise. She'd always been suprised by him. He was the only one in the world who was able to do that some days "it is a challenge, I just need to find my strenghts again" with a smile she followed him, leaning into his touch. She'd missed it.
At his nudge she laughed "you are. You always will be. But he is...adorable. He's also a lawyer. I could have used one of those back in France. I'm covering my bases Sasha. I won't be banned again. I can't survive it" she was serious, but then moments later she was all smiles again. She followed him down the hallway, closing her eyes at his suggestion. She trusted him.
When he set his hands on her shoulders she opened her eyes and found herself without breath. The paintings reminded her of France and the poster tugged at her heart. She set a hand to her lips before turning to him and setting the hand on his cheek "you, are to kind. Thank you. I...thank you" with a smile she leaned forward and kissed him, gently and with more love then she showed most beings.
"You will not be banned, my sweet," he said stroking her cheek. "Sasha will have none of it." He did not want to see her upset, or to see tears. He should have liked to have seen her face before they had drifted apart, while not on bad terms it had left his heart sore.
At her seeing her all smiles again, his face brightened at her excitement. "Ya tak lyublyu tebia, my angel," he said in Russian. She would know the phrase as it had not been spoken in a long time, but she wouldn't forget. While they could both flitter around like social butterflies, she had his heart as he had hers.
His eyes fluttered closed at her alluring lips once they met his own. He'd missed the taste of her, an obvious realization in the way he returned her sweetness.
His words had made her heart skip a beat. Absinthe loved so many people, but she was in love with all of two beings. There was a difference, as both Goth and Sasha could ask her to stop running, to stop being herself and she would.
Without a doubt. Without even a seconds hesitation. but neither of them ever would, and she loved them all the more for it. When he returned her kiss she set her arms around his neck, having missed his closeness. His presence. His touch. The things he would do for her. She had found him again, and was in no mind to let him go. She wouldn't stop his wanderings, no less then he would stop her chase, but he would come home to her. And that was all that mattered.