Where would she like to start? Mara's mind went blank. To cover her sudden hesitation the woman took one more drink of brandy (for courage? Perhaps) and then rose up from the chair she had been sitting in. Turning away, she set down the brandy goblet as she took a deep breath.
"First of all, monsieur" She was facing him now, her cloak sliding off her shoulders to be draped in the chair she'd just abandoned. He was tall, he was always so tall! And his kurta looked black, for all that she knew it was the deepest, richest of blues. The deep copper and gold embroidery at the collar, down the center of it and on his arms and cuffs simply accented the darkness of the material. The hem too, had the same wide embroidery, as did the cuffs of his loose white pants. There were buttons down the front of him, gold with black pearls. And she knew without even thinking of it that each one was identical, each and every large pearl would be perfect. They made a strange pair, he with his dark beauty, his ornament and adornment. His masculinity and his power. And she, barefooted with her hair loose, and dressed in simple, unadorned white.
"First of all Monsieur" Because propriety. After all, for all her fae blood, she was still French. "What would you have me call you? There are lines that, even here, should not be crossed unless asked, and I would know now what you would allow for me."
Melek would be the easiest he told her. Then he gave her other names he had been known by over the ages, throughout the lands of man and he ended with the name Shaitan "Only I do not like that one." An immediate thought flashed through her mind - never, ever would she even think of that last name for him. Not in jest, not in anger. And then he posed a question for her, asking her the same.
"What would you like me to call you? Mara? Or Meruti, as the kings of the ancient East would refer to their favourite and most trusted? You are to me what your lady Faelyn refers to her friend Hsu, her Anam Cara; for if indeed one of the fallen may choose such a distinction, that would fall at your feet my dear."
For a moment Amarante stood silent, in shock. Not just at the word he chose, but at the rest of the words the Grigori spoke as well. The sheer immensity of the honor and age of time his words conveyed had her stunned. Favourite? Anam Cara? Most trusted? The words he spoke whirled about her mind in unchecked chaos as she blinked at him, then blinked again.
"I" she started, then coughed, and tried again. "To say I am overwhelmed by your words would be an understatement, Melek. I could not hide such a feeling within me if I tried. And I've no answer for you, other than this: I am Amarante, Mara to those close to me. There are very few who are closer still, and if you so choose to call me Meruti - or any other name as you wish - then I shall accept it with all my being. Accepting both the responsibility, and the rewards that come with it."
"And then, as we are using your language and not my own - is there a name other then Melek that you would have me call you? Or, perhaps you can teach me your language and we can find your name together?" She flashed a quick smile.
"May I?" The faeling lifted up her hands, open palmed toward the fallen one. At his nod, she lifted them further, hesitated once more and then began to gently stroke his head, just over his ears. Light, soothing touches with her fingers open to feel his hair as she glided through the strands. "So soft!" Mara's eyes met Melek's for a moment before she continued her exploration. From his hair, down his forehead she traced. Soothing back his eyebrows, Mara's smile grew. Sliding over his cheekbones and a single finger stroking the length of his nose, she caught his eyes and began to giggle, but the giggle faded when Amarante's forefinger stroked the angel's upper lip. So light - so gentle, she caressed first the top from one edge to the other, and then the bottom.
From his lower lip, the faeling spread her fingers wide and trailed a path down Melek's chin, and further down his neck to where it met his jeweled, embroidered collar. "I think that this needs to come off before I can explore further" she whispered up at him.
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Date: 2017-04-12 02:42 pm (UTC)"First of all, monsieur" She was facing him now, her cloak sliding off her shoulders to be draped in the chair she'd just abandoned. He was tall, he was always so tall! And his kurta looked black, for all that she knew it was the deepest, richest of blues. The deep copper and gold embroidery at the collar, down the center of it and on his arms and cuffs simply accented the darkness of the material. The hem too, had the same wide embroidery, as did the cuffs of his loose white pants. There were buttons down the front of him, gold with black pearls. And she knew without even thinking of it that each one was identical, each and every large pearl would be perfect. They made a strange pair, he with his dark beauty, his ornament and adornment. His masculinity and his power. And she, barefooted with her hair loose, and dressed in simple, unadorned white.
"First of all Monsieur" Because propriety. After all, for all her fae blood, she was still French. "What would you have me call you? There are lines that, even here, should not be crossed unless asked, and I would know now what you would allow for me."
Melek would be the easiest he told her. Then he gave her other names he had been known by over the ages, throughout the lands of man and he ended with the name Shaitan "Only I do not like that one." An immediate thought flashed through her mind - never, ever would she even think of that last name for him. Not in jest, not in anger. And then he posed a question for her, asking her the same.
"What would you like me to call you? Mara? Or Meruti, as the kings of the ancient East would refer to their favourite and most trusted? You are to me what your lady Faelyn refers to her friend Hsu, her Anam Cara; for if indeed one of the fallen may choose such a distinction, that would fall at your feet my dear."
For a moment Amarante stood silent, in shock. Not just at the word he chose, but at the rest of the words the Grigori spoke as well. The sheer immensity of the honor and age of time his words conveyed had her stunned. Favourite? Anam Cara? Most trusted? The words he spoke whirled about her mind in unchecked chaos as she blinked at him, then blinked again.
"I" she started, then coughed, and tried again. "To say I am overwhelmed by your words would be an understatement, Melek. I could not hide such a feeling within me if I tried. And I've no answer for you, other than this: I am Amarante, Mara to those close to me. There are very few who are closer still, and if you so choose to call me Meruti - or any other name as you wish - then I shall accept it with all my being. Accepting both the responsibility, and the rewards that come with it."
"And then, as we are using your language and not my own - is there a name other then Melek that you would have me call you? Or, perhaps you can teach me your language and we can find your name together?" She flashed a quick smile.
"May I?" The faeling lifted up her hands, open palmed toward the fallen one. At his nod, she lifted them further, hesitated once more and then began to gently stroke his head, just over his ears. Light, soothing touches with her fingers open to feel his hair as she glided through the strands. "So soft!" Mara's eyes met Melek's for a moment before she continued her exploration. From his hair, down his forehead she traced. Soothing back his eyebrows, Mara's smile grew. Sliding over his cheekbones and a single finger stroking the length of his nose, she caught his eyes and began to giggle, but the giggle faded when Amarante's forefinger stroked the angel's upper lip. So light - so gentle, she caressed first the top from one edge to the other, and then the bottom.
From his lower lip, the faeling spread her fingers wide and trailed a path down Melek's chin, and further down his neck to where it met his jeweled, embroidered collar. "I think that this needs to come off before I can explore further" she whispered up at him.