Crystal Asylum

The stars…….so bright…only rivaled by the moon with its crimson hue. His form perched upon the rooftop of the old theatre in utter relaxation. Gazing at the moon. Glancing down at the wineglass held so delicately within his hands, his dark strands falling forth against his shoulders slightly. Why did he come here so often…wondering this as his eyes fixed upon the rippling crimson liquid within. He couldn’t help but marvel at the soulful melody of that piano…occasionally a violin. It all was conjured by one person…he had saw him from the rafters when he actually decided to watch one day. Such sorrow for one single person to handle in a melody…such sorrow…maybe that’s why I found him so intriguing…

He was an odd one….but in a good way. The silver hair that spilled down his back in heavy ringlets and the way he drifted all his concentration into a melody…almost as if…he put his soul into the music. The way he always wore black and white…with just a splash of blue or a shock of red. Any color that crossed him was always vivid, radiant. And those eyes…an odd cerulean that almost seemed to glow. Mottled with flecks of blue and gold. He had seen this as he had walked past him one day while entering the theatre. His name…he only went by E’lindarii. One can only assume that that must be his last name. On the programs it always said V. E’lindarii.

The night was wearing on and he suddenly realizes that the music had stopped. He glances down hearing the crowd giving a standing ovation. Minutes afterwards the crowd began to drift from the doors heading for their cars and such. He shifts slightly allowing his form to fade into shadows. Soon afterward he steps from within them in the inside of the theatre against the far wall. No one had noticed it seemed as they all poured from the exits. He heads down the aisle stepping onto the stage and heading backstage. Curiosity getting the better of him. He wanted to meet him, officially, tonight.

Stepping behind the heavy velvet curtain his eyes fix upon the door with the title ‘V. E’lindarii’. He sets to a slow pace before knocking gently at the door. A short sigh from behind it before a soft voice mildly melodic as the music that had floated to his ears just earlier calls out. “Who’s there?” He had to think for a moment. Who was there? Its not like they knew one another… “A…fan…but if you’re busy I’ll leave you be…” He says now feeling somewhat awkward. He takes a few steps back before the door suddenly swung open and he found himself face to face with the young man. His lips parted as if to say something though at the moment words escaped him. “…….”

“No, no…please stay.. As long as you aren’t an axe murderer or anything you’re welcome.” A grin crossed the young man’s lips. And yet still the other remained silent before sputtering out a few words quickly. “Okay…alright…um..” He clears his throat erasing the brief surprise that had crossed his face at the door opening. His eyes falling over his face…examining. He had a bad habit of doing that…but this time…this time it was worth it.

“Beautiful…” He whispers to himself …the words escaping him involuntarily before he shook his head slightly. “I’m sorry….” He offers his hand. The other takes it gently to shake his hand. He looks at V’s hand…those slender fingers wrapped in a thin sheer fabric. He lifts it to his lips instead of shaking it, kissing the back of his hand then lowering it gently looking up just in time to see a faint flash of coral cross the pure cream visage of the other.

“That’s….fine…As you may already know…I‘m Vorahastimura…You may call me Vora…or Mister E‘lindarhichhichever you prefer…” As he pulled his hand from the grip of the stranger. His brow furrowed slightly realizing that he had blushed. He hated such reactions…those that he couldn’t control… “Dark….Dark Syncaster.” The other says with a slight bow as he introduced himself. Then a faint smirk.

Dark could never help that smirk. No matter what he did the smirk always crossed his lips somehow or another. Now he stood watching the other as he pulled his hand away and allowed him to taking a step back as if not to impose himself upon his room. “Vora then, if you don’t mind..” He says as he folds his arms about his chestan ian idle manner. “Pleased to meet you…Dark…” Vora says while examining the other with a curious light from the doorway. “I’ve seen you before…you were in the rafters…I remember because it was such an odd night…” His head tilts faintly though still watching him. The gold flecks of his eyes catching the light….just briefly.

“Yes…that was the only time I had come before…” Come inside he had meant but it would sound odd if he had only come there but never entered the place. Suddenly he had an idea. The shadows working around his hand as he held it at his side before lifting it and handing a richly crimson rose to Vora. Watching the way he took the rose, those slender fingers taking to the stem delicately before bringing the head of it up to his nose wrinkling it slightly as he brought forth the scent. “Thank you…” A soft smile crossing those full lips.

Dark nods slightly. “I only wanted to tell you that you have such interesting music…A lot goes into it…I can almost feel it. It really suites you. Hm…well..” He glances briefly at his watch. “I must be going…its pretty late…Till next we meet, Vorahastimura…” He bows again, his raven hair falling forth against his shoulders before he turns and walks from the room back onto the stage before vanishing into the shadows. His movement nearly silent. Vora had tried to follow him out only to find him gone in such a brief amount of time. He heads back to his room and gathers his things to head home, twirling the rose idly in his fingertips.