Mani (bhookh) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2018-10-03 20:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: mani clarke, character: neculai antonescu, location: ladon dorm |
WHO: Nick and Mani
WHEN: Thursday, October 4th, later evening
WHERE: Mani’s room, Ladon dorm
It had been a pretty sweet sixteenth. He’d woken in a bright mood, looking forward to the day, despite it being the first birthday he’d spent away from his family. He started his day off with prayer, which did help to center him and help him feel connected to his loved ones on the other side of the globe. He dressed in one of his new outfits he’d gotten for his birthday, a black jodhpuri suit from his mother. It managed to look traditional and modern simultaneously, and with accented with gold buttons and trim on the cuffs and collar. He’d attended classes as usual, his good spirits persisting as friends gave him birthday wishes throughout the day.
After classes were done, he’d set out some of the food he’d gotten in Ladon’s common room and came together with friends and whoever decided to stop by. His mother had also sent him some laddu, round sweets of sugar and flour and ghee, which they had first before delving into some snacks and appetizers that Mani’s had delivered. The cake was last, a traditional honey cake, a light and fluffy sponge cake ripe with notes of cardamom, and glazed with honey containing hints of orange and coconut. Mani tried everything, but made a point to not to overindulge, having a feeling that his evening was far from over.
It was later in the evening when most of his friends had left the common room and he found himself catching Nick’s eye more and more frequently. Looks and subtle nonverbals between the two were enough for Mani decide it was time to go. He took a small plate of the cake with him as he headed for his room, Nick coming after. Once in private, they began to celebrate anew. It had started with some cake feeding and led to a corny birthday suit joke as they began to undress one another. Mani asked to be worn out, and he wasn’t disappointed. After a hectic coupling, some idle touching quickly led to something more urgent once again. By the time Mani found himself prone on his bed once again, a sheen of sweat over him as he worked to catch his breath, he did feel quite worn out. He would no doubt be feeling the after effects of these celebrations the next day. Coherent thoughts weren’t quite coming back into his mind yet and all he could manage to do was lazily trace over one of Nick’s tattoos with a finger while he looked over him.
“Tell me about this.”, he managed. He’d noticed the tattoos before and was curious about them, but he’d never asked. He knew that Nick was somehow a reflection of another boy, which he didn’t pretend to understand. Mani assumed that Nick still knew something about the ink’s significance.