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Mood: Doldrums into melancholia
The air was crisp and the view was mystifying. The clouds rolled heavy and the mist veiled a view of dense trees. In the corners of the speckled droplets are the edges of a cold lake and the colors of dying leaves. The abstract hues were brilliant, even through fogged glass that made up the entirety of the wall that ran high towards vaulted ceilings. There, within the beautiful architecture of a wealthy home, within the reflection of giant slabs of windows, was a god. Not one that would be easily recognizableโno, especially not now, with his sullen, irritated expression, and his unapproachable, easily-angered demeanor; not now, with all his sorrow and misery lacing together with all his wealth and achievement. No, Vulcan was not recognizable now.
โI canโt seem to get over the view, even after being here for so long.โ The womanโs voice was familiar, though. A seduction hinted in her speech, finishing with a soft breath of lingering desire. Vulcan, now dressed in a suit tailored perfectly to fit his broad shoulders and wide chest, only gave her a quick glance. Her body was bare, her curves casting a faint shadow from the dimmed sunlight as she came closer to him.
She reached up, fixing the collar of his suit as she pressed her body against his. โA brunch. I didnโt take you for one to join in endeavors like that.โ
โWell, itโs family, so . . .โ
โHow about a little scotch to get the edge off,โ she suggested. She knew him well.
โNo,โ Vulcan answered curtly. โThis is something I should arrive completely sober to.โ
Her brows furrowed in confusion, her hands tracing the muscles beneath the smooth materials of his attire. โIโve never seen you so worked up about a meeting before. Whatโs so important?โ
Anna was her name; cute and delicate, smart and helpful. She was his assistant, and sometimes lover. Meddling into his business was always expected from her, but never appreciated. โThe weight of this is heavier than anything youโve ever seen me partake in before. Please donโt involve yourself.โ
Anna scoffed, breathing up into his ear that she had to stand on her toes to reach. โMaybe you should have me cancel.โ
Vulcan let out a heavy breath, not one of lust, but one of irritation. His gaze was still set on the whimsical environment that made up his backyard. His bedroom could be seen through the reflection, just behind the hourglass of her figure. โDid you not hear me? This is important.โ
โWell,โ she paused, โMaybe you can be late.โ And her hands moved below his belt, maneuvering between his thighs.
โStop.โ
โWhat? You never finish, and I think you should let me try again. Come on, I can make it quick.โ Her voice and her touch were compelling, but still, Vulcan has had betterโalways, heโs heard, seen, felt so much better. He pushed her hands away, maybe a little too harshly.
โI canโt seem to win,โ is all she said, stepping away from him. This time, Vulcan turned to face her. โYouโre so hard to read. Youโre impossible to get close to. Hell, you canโt even have sex right.โ
Vulcanโs eyes seemed half-opened, more from absence with himself rather than exhaustion. Still, the clench of his jaw tightened the bones just above his thick neck. โThat shouldnโt be anything new to you.โ
He was about to turn around, but her frustration was still ascending like a rollercoaster. โIโve worked with you for years, and everytime you ask me to come into the bedroom with you itโs like youโre trying to use me.โ
Vulcanโs eyes twitched. โYou work for me,โ he clarified before continuing. โAnd I am using you for sex. That much is obvious.โ
โNo,โ she was shaking her head. โYouโre not using me just for sex, youโre using me to remember somethingโsomeone.โ Vulcanโs eyes met hers, with devastation of a now revealed intent that he mightโve subconsciously had. โIโm not stupid.โ She folded her arms. โI can see how distant you are, I can see how your eyes search for something thatโs locked away in that damn confusing brain of yours.โ
โWhat do you want from me?โ Vulcan announced, his own anger increasing. He reached into his pocket and pulled a stack of cash from his wallet. โHere, is this what you want?โ His voice was much more assertive, yelling almost. He threw it at her, watching the $100 bills fall softly around her.
There was silence as she subdued the tears that would gloss over the brown of her irises. This was the peak of her rollercoaster, the calm before itโs sudden drop. She inhaled deeply, and spoke with itโs release, โYou know, itโs not nice to play with someoneโs heart. Maybe thatโs a lesson you should learn next. Maybe thatโs something you have to feel before you do it to someone else again. Maybe have someone break your own damn heart for a change.โ The words were like boulders that launched at him: fearful as they came, bigger as they approached, and painful as they collided into him. And so the broken hearted became the heart-breaker.
Vulcan turned to look out the window again, and he mumbled under his breath. โYouโre fired.โ
Another foreshadowing silence at her peak. โWhat?โ She murmured back.
โI said,โ Vulcan paused, spitting as he shouted into echoing rage, โYouโre fired!โ
And her descent finally came, with explosive anger that was supported from times like these before. It came in a prolonged scream as a lamp came flying beside him, only to crash into the glass of a window pane. The bulb shattered first, then the glass cracked next, and then the ceramic crashed as it hit the floor beside him. She stampeded out, with her clothes in hand, until a slam from a distant front door could be heard to finish her rampage.
Vulcan was far too numb to really process the situation. He didnโt feel the regret, nor the mistakeโmaybe not yet anyway. He stood, staring at the sharp glass on the ground, and it called to him, ominously.
Vulcan had his butler call for a cab, he was too angered to drive and the brunch held too much weight for him to properly be coherent enough to pay attention. There was no doubt she was there, her involvement with the roman gods was prominent and undying. Now, in Vulcanโs decision to finally resurface after being MIA to the gods, he didnโt feel as ready as he thought he mightโve been. If it were decades, centuries even, that he wouldโve seen her last, it would always feel like minutesโwith her new human form taking just as much beauty as the last, and with all the more vibrance and temptation as her godly embodiment would bring forth. Each second that came closer to the brunch came with such a gale of once treasured memories that now haunt him in ways he couldnโt describe.
Before he knew it, the car door was opened for him, and the venue was staring at him with all itโs familiar architecture, housing the ones that could actually destroy his heart and soul; the ones that Annaโs words and actions wouldnโt even compare to.
Vulcan sent his butler off to park somewhere he wouldnโt be able to find. That way he wouldnโt feel obligated to turn and run from the coming moment heโs feared most. Still, he remained stalwart as he could with his decision, even if he was dragging his feet to the front entrance. The doors were opened for him, the first of the establishmentโs hospitality.
Mr. Canlis greeted him first, โNow thatโs an unfamiliar face to the Canlis Restaurant, but not one for my eyes. Itโs a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. DโAngelo. You are quite the artistโso brilliant in your craft. I just have to applaud you before you go on with your brunch.โ
Vulcan was used to commendation, but the moment was so blurred that he couldnโt even hear the words leave his lips. He went through the motions absent-mindedly, shaking his hand and tilting his head in thanks. Without words, and only a simple smile, he proceeded to the elevator which would lead him to the event that he tried to predict for years.
As the doors closed, the elevator ascended much like his heart rate. The elevator was smooth and fast, but still his heart would beat four times in between the numbers that lit the display above the metal doors. He pulled at his collar, trying to find more room for oxygen to keep him standing.
But he was quick to put on a maskโto hide the quick breaths and the shaking of his hands. He clasped them together in front of him as he stood straight with his shoulders back. But if their eyes looked hard enough, theyโd see the white of his fingertips that clenched too tight or maybe the hard set of his jaw. If they looked close enough, they would see his chest rising too fast for comfortable breathing, or maybe the awkward steps he would take to enter the room. If she looked, maybe just even once, she would stop his heart.
And the time finally came in which the metal doors framed the exquisite room. Though welcoming as it was, clad in expensive furniture and tabletop embellishments, it was still daunting. Even with the view of a beautiful city, just behind the foliage of trees, did the haunting moment commence into the still moments before the uncertainty of a nightmare.
Vulcan stepped inside, his hands falling to his side, but his thumbs scratching deep into his forefingers. His eyes scanned the room and he recognized his brothers first. But there, beneath the lighting of a delicate chandelier, did her curly brown hair fall gracefully. There, within the rays of a gentle sun, did her amber eyes glow above a brilliant smile. There, with linen tabletops and golden cutlery, expensive wine and spotless goblets, did Vulcanโs heart truly stop.
โI canโt seem to get over the view, even after being here for so long.โ The womanโs voice was familiar, though. A seduction hinted in her speech, finishing with a soft breath of lingering desire. Vulcan, now dressed in a suit tailored perfectly to fit his broad shoulders and wide chest, only gave her a quick glance. Her body was bare, her curves casting a faint shadow from the dimmed sunlight as she came closer to him.
She reached up, fixing the collar of his suit as she pressed her body against his. โA brunch. I didnโt take you for one to join in endeavors like that.โ
โWell, itโs family, so . . .โ
โHow about a little scotch to get the edge off,โ she suggested. She knew him well.
โNo,โ Vulcan answered curtly. โThis is something I should arrive completely sober to.โ
Her brows furrowed in confusion, her hands tracing the muscles beneath the smooth materials of his attire. โIโve never seen you so worked up about a meeting before. Whatโs so important?โ
Anna was her name; cute and delicate, smart and helpful. She was his assistant, and sometimes lover. Meddling into his business was always expected from her, but never appreciated. โThe weight of this is heavier than anything youโve ever seen me partake in before. Please donโt involve yourself.โ
Anna scoffed, breathing up into his ear that she had to stand on her toes to reach. โMaybe you should have me cancel.โ
Vulcan let out a heavy breath, not one of lust, but one of irritation. His gaze was still set on the whimsical environment that made up his backyard. His bedroom could be seen through the reflection, just behind the hourglass of her figure. โDid you not hear me? This is important.โ
โWell,โ she paused, โMaybe you can be late.โ And her hands moved below his belt, maneuvering between his thighs.
โStop.โ
โWhat? You never finish, and I think you should let me try again. Come on, I can make it quick.โ Her voice and her touch were compelling, but still, Vulcan has had betterโalways, heโs heard, seen, felt so much better. He pushed her hands away, maybe a little too harshly.
โI canโt seem to win,โ is all she said, stepping away from him. This time, Vulcan turned to face her. โYouโre so hard to read. Youโre impossible to get close to. Hell, you canโt even have sex right.โ
Vulcanโs eyes seemed half-opened, more from absence with himself rather than exhaustion. Still, the clench of his jaw tightened the bones just above his thick neck. โThat shouldnโt be anything new to you.โ
He was about to turn around, but her frustration was still ascending like a rollercoaster. โIโve worked with you for years, and everytime you ask me to come into the bedroom with you itโs like youโre trying to use me.โ
Vulcanโs eyes twitched. โYou work for me,โ he clarified before continuing. โAnd I am using you for sex. That much is obvious.โ
โNo,โ she was shaking her head. โYouโre not using me just for sex, youโre using me to remember somethingโsomeone.โ Vulcanโs eyes met hers, with devastation of a now revealed intent that he mightโve subconsciously had. โIโm not stupid.โ She folded her arms. โI can see how distant you are, I can see how your eyes search for something thatโs locked away in that damn confusing brain of yours.โ
โWhat do you want from me?โ Vulcan announced, his own anger increasing. He reached into his pocket and pulled a stack of cash from his wallet. โHere, is this what you want?โ His voice was much more assertive, yelling almost. He threw it at her, watching the $100 bills fall softly around her.
There was silence as she subdued the tears that would gloss over the brown of her irises. This was the peak of her rollercoaster, the calm before itโs sudden drop. She inhaled deeply, and spoke with itโs release, โYou know, itโs not nice to play with someoneโs heart. Maybe thatโs a lesson you should learn next. Maybe thatโs something you have to feel before you do it to someone else again. Maybe have someone break your own damn heart for a change.โ The words were like boulders that launched at him: fearful as they came, bigger as they approached, and painful as they collided into him. And so the broken hearted became the heart-breaker.
Vulcan turned to look out the window again, and he mumbled under his breath. โYouโre fired.โ
Another foreshadowing silence at her peak. โWhat?โ She murmured back.
โI said,โ Vulcan paused, spitting as he shouted into echoing rage, โYouโre fired!โ
And her descent finally came, with explosive anger that was supported from times like these before. It came in a prolonged scream as a lamp came flying beside him, only to crash into the glass of a window pane. The bulb shattered first, then the glass cracked next, and then the ceramic crashed as it hit the floor beside him. She stampeded out, with her clothes in hand, until a slam from a distant front door could be heard to finish her rampage.
Vulcan was far too numb to really process the situation. He didnโt feel the regret, nor the mistakeโmaybe not yet anyway. He stood, staring at the sharp glass on the ground, and it called to him, ominously.
โ โ โ โ โ
Vulcan had his butler call for a cab, he was too angered to drive and the brunch held too much weight for him to properly be coherent enough to pay attention. There was no doubt she was there, her involvement with the roman gods was prominent and undying. Now, in Vulcanโs decision to finally resurface after being MIA to the gods, he didnโt feel as ready as he thought he mightโve been. If it were decades, centuries even, that he wouldโve seen her last, it would always feel like minutesโwith her new human form taking just as much beauty as the last, and with all the more vibrance and temptation as her godly embodiment would bring forth. Each second that came closer to the brunch came with such a gale of once treasured memories that now haunt him in ways he couldnโt describe.
Before he knew it, the car door was opened for him, and the venue was staring at him with all itโs familiar architecture, housing the ones that could actually destroy his heart and soul; the ones that Annaโs words and actions wouldnโt even compare to.
Vulcan sent his butler off to park somewhere he wouldnโt be able to find. That way he wouldnโt feel obligated to turn and run from the coming moment heโs feared most. Still, he remained stalwart as he could with his decision, even if he was dragging his feet to the front entrance. The doors were opened for him, the first of the establishmentโs hospitality.
Mr. Canlis greeted him first, โNow thatโs an unfamiliar face to the Canlis Restaurant, but not one for my eyes. Itโs a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. DโAngelo. You are quite the artistโso brilliant in your craft. I just have to applaud you before you go on with your brunch.โ
Vulcan was used to commendation, but the moment was so blurred that he couldnโt even hear the words leave his lips. He went through the motions absent-mindedly, shaking his hand and tilting his head in thanks. Without words, and only a simple smile, he proceeded to the elevator which would lead him to the event that he tried to predict for years.
As the doors closed, the elevator ascended much like his heart rate. The elevator was smooth and fast, but still his heart would beat four times in between the numbers that lit the display above the metal doors. He pulled at his collar, trying to find more room for oxygen to keep him standing.
But he was quick to put on a maskโto hide the quick breaths and the shaking of his hands. He clasped them together in front of him as he stood straight with his shoulders back. But if their eyes looked hard enough, theyโd see the white of his fingertips that clenched too tight or maybe the hard set of his jaw. If they looked close enough, they would see his chest rising too fast for comfortable breathing, or maybe the awkward steps he would take to enter the room. If she looked, maybe just even once, she would stop his heart.
And the time finally came in which the metal doors framed the exquisite room. Though welcoming as it was, clad in expensive furniture and tabletop embellishments, it was still daunting. Even with the view of a beautiful city, just behind the foliage of trees, did the haunting moment commence into the still moments before the uncertainty of a nightmare.
Vulcan stepped inside, his hands falling to his side, but his thumbs scratching deep into his forefingers. His eyes scanned the room and he recognized his brothers first. But there, beneath the lighting of a delicate chandelier, did her curly brown hair fall gracefully. There, within the rays of a gentle sun, did her amber eyes glow above a brilliant smile. There, with linen tabletops and golden cutlery, expensive wine and spotless goblets, did Vulcanโs heart truly stop.
