watchingdeath (watchingdeath) wrote in oblivion_rp, @ 2010-01-25 23:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-12-26, katie, nayan |
Define By Absence
Who: Nayan and Katie
Where: Upper deck
When: about 10am
What: Polite Conversation
Pomegranate. That was the taste, the last one he’d had of his wife before walking up the gangplank this morning. Citrus diluted by something else, the chemical composition of the expensive imported ingredients that made her favorite lipstick. (Because Sacha would be damned before wearing ‘American-made whore-paint’.) The soft moue of her mouth held sweetly against his, her fingers caught up in the hair at the nape of his neck, blithely ignoring the woman behind them whom hey were blocking with his luggage and Sacha’s ballet toe – pointed and kicked up gingerly behind her.
She withdrew only far enough to murmur against his lips that she wished him well that she loved him and she missed him already. One more kiss, the taste of pomegranate. Then she turned sharply and shrieked in French: “You go to hell you old bag! This is my last fucking chance to kiss my husband! Go masturbate with a cactus!” Then Sacha threw her arms around him so he could hold her narrowed hourglass body against him, kiss the dirty blonde of hair, then she was bounding down the gangplank. Her retreating back was the last he saw of his wife.
He could still taste the pomegranate near an hour later. Still smell the rare perfume of her hair.
Standing on the upper deck, the tropical warmth of Floridian wind warmed the bare skin of his forearms, raced against his face. The smell of the ocean was so strange down here; so radically different than the dirty salt and asphalt smell of the New York sea side. The only sound was the roar of the ship, a static sound lost in the rush of the air. Nayan stood by himself, one hand gripping the railing at the head of the deck, eyes watching the bright blue horizon. The ship felt eerily empty to him. A vessel built for thousands holding what would amount to a comparative handful of lucky chosen and their families. He was very aware of the non-presence of people. The negative spaces.
He closed his eyes. Tried to imagine whatever cause had called Sacha away from him, for however short a time, was for a cause more worthy; more worthy than wasting time with him on a lucky chance at extravagance. His hand tightened on the railing. Any cause more worthy…