11-04-2014, 02:33 PM
Marcus sat on the floor meditating. It had taken some time for his mind to clear. The work at the Consulate had been interesting but long and he wanted to relax. It had been a busy past week, including his dinner with Elouera and then the next day with Spectra. He couldn't but smile at her name. An interesting one, she was. Ruthless, arrogant, hungry. He had enjoyed his time with her. She had turned out to be refreshingly honest in her ambitions, even if she didn't say as much with her words. He liked that.
The stillness of the room finally made its way inside his mind, the dark shadows of the room friends that seemed to reach out to him and envelop him. The longer he stared into the darkness, the easier it was to see shapes, familiar ones, shapes that had been with him in closets and boxes, in cages and locked bathrooms. They were nebulous and yet somehow, in some way, he perceived an order about them, a symmetry. On a logical level, he knew they were merely artifacts of his eyes, random firing of rods and cones sending information to his visual processing. But they had been with him far longer than that knowledge. Unreal as they were, they were a comfort to him, a quiet eye in the hurricane.
Light intruded on his darkness though. Not a literal light. The perception of the possibility of light. He could focus on it and would see it if he chose to. At one time, refusing that call would have been difficult. He could refuse to call to it, of course. But to refuse to see it, to acknowledge it? He had only learned that over the last week. It called to him, begged for him to to see it and take it. A lover he had been forbidden. A lover he had scorned for making him weak with need. He smiled and dismissed it from his mind, the peace of the shadows returning to him.
His time would come. Until then he was content.
A light intruded on the shadows and he snapped his eyes over to the source. His wallet was lit up, bathing the room in soft whites and blues. He picked it up and read the message. He couldn't help the smile on his face. He responded in affirmative and then placed the wallet down and returned to his meditations. His heart grew to stillness after a few minutes. He would quietly savor the anticipation.
Tomorrow would bring a new day.
When he awoke, the stillness from the night before was still there. Mostly. A worm of excitement tried to make its way but he pushed it way, trying to keep his feelings in check. Very deliberately and carefully he performed his morning ablutions. He'd grown a goatee and van-dyke over the last few days and made sure they were trimmed to symmetric perfection.
His eyes wandered over his warddrobe. Very deliberately, he chose an onyx black wool suit- the cut emphasizing his athletic build- and a dried blood red shirt. A gold checked tie, dark reddish black leather shoes and belt completed the ensemble. That and his Sigma pin.
He exited his room and made his way to the Executive Office of the Ascendancy, a slight smile on his face. The anticipation and excitement wanted to build but he clamped tight on it, compressed it, smothered it until it became a black hole. He fed all remaining emotion into that singularity and felt that sense of peace again.
Today would be what it would be. The universe, fate, God, the Force- whatever you wanted to call it- had brought them to this moment. But what happened would depend solely on Ascendancy and Marcus.
The stillness of the room finally made its way inside his mind, the dark shadows of the room friends that seemed to reach out to him and envelop him. The longer he stared into the darkness, the easier it was to see shapes, familiar ones, shapes that had been with him in closets and boxes, in cages and locked bathrooms. They were nebulous and yet somehow, in some way, he perceived an order about them, a symmetry. On a logical level, he knew they were merely artifacts of his eyes, random firing of rods and cones sending information to his visual processing. But they had been with him far longer than that knowledge. Unreal as they were, they were a comfort to him, a quiet eye in the hurricane.
Light intruded on his darkness though. Not a literal light. The perception of the possibility of light. He could focus on it and would see it if he chose to. At one time, refusing that call would have been difficult. He could refuse to call to it, of course. But to refuse to see it, to acknowledge it? He had only learned that over the last week. It called to him, begged for him to to see it and take it. A lover he had been forbidden. A lover he had scorned for making him weak with need. He smiled and dismissed it from his mind, the peace of the shadows returning to him.
His time would come. Until then he was content.
A light intruded on the shadows and he snapped his eyes over to the source. His wallet was lit up, bathing the room in soft whites and blues. He picked it up and read the message. He couldn't help the smile on his face. He responded in affirmative and then placed the wallet down and returned to his meditations. His heart grew to stillness after a few minutes. He would quietly savor the anticipation.
Tomorrow would bring a new day.
When he awoke, the stillness from the night before was still there. Mostly. A worm of excitement tried to make its way but he pushed it way, trying to keep his feelings in check. Very deliberately and carefully he performed his morning ablutions. He'd grown a goatee and van-dyke over the last few days and made sure they were trimmed to symmetric perfection.
His eyes wandered over his warddrobe. Very deliberately, he chose an onyx black wool suit- the cut emphasizing his athletic build- and a dried blood red shirt. A gold checked tie, dark reddish black leather shoes and belt completed the ensemble. That and his Sigma pin.
He exited his room and made his way to the Executive Office of the Ascendancy, a slight smile on his face. The anticipation and excitement wanted to build but he clamped tight on it, compressed it, smothered it until it became a black hole. He fed all remaining emotion into that singularity and felt that sense of peace again.
Today would be what it would be. The universe, fate, God, the Force- whatever you wanted to call it- had brought them to this moment. But what happened would depend solely on Ascendancy and Marcus.