Wednesday, August 26, 2009

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Author: taurie_2020 Tauri
Title: Spectra
Raiting: from PG to NC17
Synopsis: In modern-day New York a man haunted by the ghosts that he himself has chosen.
Beta: my twin [info] ewyn , which are immensely grateful
Thanks : a [info] ewyn and [info] dhely , for putting up with me, supported and encouraged in particular.



spectra


The old dark-skinned mestizo woman, but with red hair, read the future in a dark basement of the Village.
Sean goes to her once a month, always with the same question. The woman shakes her head, pulls out a worn deck of tarot cards and has the Celtic wheel.
Turn the cards over one at a time, speaking monotone voice, then with a resigned sigh, the last turn.
The Stars.
"Be careful, or one day you will eat your spectra ...".
Sean looks doubtful: "... I thought it was a good omen ...".
"Each card has a double meaning.."





23.00 on last night was a dark and stormy night. What the fuck
trivia!
Sean gave dell'idiota for a picture so obvious.
That was a heck of a flood, and he was right under us, drenched like a chick in his tailored suit for $ 4,000, not to mention shoes, hand made in Paris by Italian craftswoman. Olga's shoes completely ruined. A pair of dress cost more, indeed, almost double. He flew twice a year in Paris on purpose to give their measures. Two new pairs every six months.
breathed deeply, trying to bring some 'order in his thoughts: he could not go on like this, would not solve anything.
Wherever he was, if he wanted to find Jaiden had to do with logic: do a tour of the places in which they were usually. Perhaps he would find and then ...
So ...?
Then he would speak and ...
contracted nostrils, smelling of rain lilies withered. Salirgli felt a chill down my spine that had nothing to do with his clothes soaked in water, and recalled the words dell'indovina.


a year ago
Robert was waiting for him with a couple of his men in a warehouse. The concrete floor was rough and dirty just visible in the dim light. Someone lying on the ground behind them.
had grown up together, he and Robert. Same bad neighborhoods, the same lightning ascent. For better or evil. The mob boss and the refined scholar, collector of first editions. Light and shadow. Each with their own party.
"You've killed?".
Robert smiled: "No, expecting you - he turned to his men - pull up."
The man on the ground was seized under the armpits and lifted. Sean
hold your breath: "... Do ... D'Angelo." Robert
spat: "That's him! Scoundrel! Traitor! We had sold out! You'd be just a warning .... "
Sean closed his eyes. Could almost hear the music coming out from the gates of the Hotel Crillon, the noise of cars. He saw the lights of the Place de la Concorde and himself kneeling on the ground, a stranger to all, with Brian's arms, dead eyes staring at him. He knew he was alive only by accident, because he found himself in front of the viewfinder by accident. That was no longer living, was survive.
"His life is mine."
Robert nodded. Her lips were stretched in a cold smile and handed him a gun. Sean shook his head: "I have my knife, Robert, like old times. Give one to him. Must have a chance to defend themselves. "
Angel faces stared at him with contempt, he would never have offered an opportunity. Sean almost had to laugh: he knew that this was not an opportunity, it was a murder, anyway.
How strange, one hour ago I was in an elegant library, to quibble with a group of students of literature, Henry James and The Bostonian, and now I'm going to kill a man, if I wanted I could be in the apartment of blond sitting in the front row ... I certainly would have offered a tea, and there would be the porcelain service of his ancestors on a table, crystal and silver spoons and tongs for lumps ...
Two minutes after the knife Angel faces of fell to the ground, and he slid on his knees, hands clasped against the gash on his throat that was vomiting blood. The four men stayed to watch him die suffocated, then Robert gave the order to get rid of the corpse.


three months ago
A string quartet played quite well.
Sean sighed.
had not yet decided if he liked it or gave it to nerves. Meanwhile, an attentive waiter
had accompanied him to the table of his host. Robert
rose smiling to greet him.
Sean noticed that the table was set for three.
"There's also Amanda?".
"No. I have a new employee. ".
Sean was talking when he arrived.
"Sean ... I can introduce Jaiden. Sean held
breath. Jaiden smiled cold.
"... is our latest acquisition, master's in economics at Harvard ..."
blabbering ... What the hell?
"And so she is the famous novelist friend."
Sean nodded. And he knew it was already done. When they brought the coffee
slipped his business card in hand. Jaiden nodded. Robert pretended not to notice.
The dull thud of the cubes in the cups was the wheel of fate that was put in motion.



four months ago Sean was already bored.
looked at the guy sitting in front of him ...
Serge
... who played with the pack of glucose tablets and talked about something trivial.
He had met outside the Virgin , more than anything they had clashed a damn kid skateboarding, with ripped jeans.
Two words, a couple of glances, the banal excuse for a coffee, they both knew how it would end.
"Do not put sugar in coffee?".
"Eh ...? No. I do not like sweet things. "
Well, Sean nodded.
"Not to me ... are we going?".
imperceptible hesitation and then a nod.
did not like very sweet things, or rather, no more, reminded him that, Instead, it was so delicious. The many images come to mind: a puff of whipped cream on the tip of the nose, a kiss with the icing sugar, bowl of sugar cubes, which he took from his fingers with her lips ...
Serge had taken a shower and was gone.
Rather annoyed. He might have added.
Sean had refused to write down his mobile number, much less had given him his own.
"It 's been time well spent, nothing else.." The boy had stared
offended.
not hurt.
was a man who could always find the right types, and no one was wounded, perhaps the pride was bleeding a bit ', but his heart was not an object who remained involved in its games.


last month
Sean stared at the ceiling of the room, and did not think of anything.
Here, a moment of peace, and as I notice ends ...
He turned his head slowly to watch it.
lay stretched on his back, eyes closed and panting that was slowly subside.
admire him.
He admired the perfection of the knee bent, long-fingered hands resting on his stomach, skin glistening with sweat, almost translucent. He remained entranced by the thin skin of the eyelids down over his eyes, and thick black lashes and ... and it was found to desire more, even to wish understand a bit 'more.
Jaiden opened her eyes, did not smile. He stayed there, as if waiting for something.
Sean felt his breathing becomes heavy in the chest, and spoke in the only language they knew at that moment.
A firm hand on the side: a silent message. A
obey equally silent.
And then it was sheer pleasure to be taken.
Warm and tight.
Something that was losing my mind, and then made the find. A rhythm like a dance.
He had always liked to lead, but had never found someone who, rather than simply to be guided, seemed to guess his goal. Someone who drew pleasure from being right there for a moment before him, ready to anticipate the next step.
was like a deja-vu be breathing heavily next to each other for the second time. Then
silent as he came, Jaiden, and departed.
Just a nod.
Sean wondered if he had dreamed it all.
only the sheets bore witness to the shattered his presence there. You are not my
Ellen ... Who are you? How

seized by a moment of madness did something very unusual for him: he called his florist and send him a bouquet of yellow roses. The ticket
nothing but his signature.


three nights ago
Sean sat on the couch, staring into the darkness beyond the glass-covered droplets of rain. The tie, a knot broken down on the table. In his hands the first edition of The Age of Innocence . The fingertips drifted along the back of volume. They are like Newland when he received his boxes of books from Europe ... but he was going to marry May, when Brian died in my place, and now with those who try to replace it?
My whole life has been lived in the shadow of this story ...

The annoying sound of the intercom interrupted his dark thoughts.
"Yes ...?".
"Lord ... the lady is going up ..."

goalkeeper ... "Thanks Harold." Sean
did not move, merely to wait. Amanda made his entrance almost immediately. The elevator doors to frame her figure.
seemed quiet, not happy, but strangely at peace. Unusual
.
"Good evening, my dear.".
She just had a sign with his head, then hurriedly asked
"Can I stay? Do Not Disturb ...? ".
Sean shook his head and motioned to sit beside him.
Amanda came quickly, her long legs wrapped in black skirt from the tube, so like a panther of smoke. As the years passed and she acquired more and more beauty to the same extent that he lost "humanity." The
crouched against laying her head on his shoulder and picking up his legs under the body. Sean
stroking her head staring at the thin-heeled shoes abandoned on the floor.
How can I love him, how could I love Brian, if my Ellen's only you?
The man's hand continued to caress the nape pale, playing with thin hair that escaped the bun. He remembered a neck
identical, equally thin hair, but short.
In Paris it was night, then. The last day of Carnival. The parties in big hotels, the Ritz, the Crillon ... men and women in dark suits, almost severe, with masks crazy and getting out of dreams and nightmares, roamed the halls, in the crystal waterfalls, wading floors that were now a swamp of streamers, masks and scarves. On entry of the hall he was waiting for him, smiling as the sphinx, but still in disguise. Sean smiled in response, cutting through the crowd, until you reach around her waist ...
"Sean ...".
"Yes, Amanda ...."
"..."
"Tell me."
"He asked me to marry him."


yesterday evening at 22.00
Sean was leaning against one of the pillars of the atrium. He had arrived about twenty minutes before and entered a side door. If there was one thing he could to bore more than a charity event, was the crowd that was at the entrance. He hoped that Robert and Amanda arrived early, but above all he hoped to have information about Jay from them. He had no news of him since the night of the disaster. The same as Amanda had come to tell him of the marriage. He was on his couch to wallow in your stupidity ... 'm fucked up my life ... and now wanted to correct in some way.
In the late afternoon was going to be reading the cards, he knocked on the door but nobody answered. He realized for the first time that the wood on which rested his hand was cold ... strange that ... then he passed a woman who had asked him what he was doing, he replied, annoyed, he was looking for the lady who lived there. In its reply, the woman shook her head, resigned and told him to wait. She had returned shortly after with a bunch of keys and had slipped into a patch. The door was open on a red brick wall
careful, or one day you will eat your ghosts ...
Sean had put his hands on the wall in disbelief.
"The Lady read the future?"
"Yes ... how do you know?".
She had shrugged: "It always does: spend a few years, then comes someone like her look ... here at the Village does not like to talk about, but everyone knows that ... I do not see her again ... for better or for worse.. "
The woman had locked the door and was gone, leaving Sean alone on the sidewalk. Now waiting
leaning against a column.
last saw Robert out the bottom of the corridor. Amanda smiled at her arm, and met him.
"Hello Sean seems ... ... dark."
"No excuse ... Amanda would like to speak briefly with Rob ...."
Robert shook his head: "You do not need, do not know where He told me yesterday that he was going, I do not see each other again ...."
Sean paled.
careful, or one day you will eat your ghosts ...
He stepped back, then turned and fled out, regardless of the torrential rain that fell ...


today at 1:00
Sean stepped out just want a hot shower.
He shot all the area who had attended together. No one had seen. party must have been lost forever ... ...
Wait!
Sean started, he had certainly left all the lights on that evening before leaving. He got out quickly that the white marble steps led from the entry hall and through the double doors of his studio preparing for the worst: the theft of his rare volumes, the first edition of The Age of Innocence lost
... But everything was in place. All except one who had fallen asleep on his couch waiting for you.
Sean gasped and whispered, leaning his name: "... Jaiden?". The young
blinked. He looked like a sleepy cat. He smiled.
"Sorry Sean, I wanted to let you leave without a ticket and bother you, but the woman insisted so why go and takes you a message, then I must be asleep ... But I'll give you your letter and I'm leaving now. I do not mean .... "
"What woman?".
"An old black woman, told me to meet you, and asked me to bring a letter from him. He had a something ... I could not tell you .... "
"... no.".
"Exactly ...".
Sean sighed: "I can see the letter?".
Jaiden pulled from one of the many pockets of his pants an envelope. Sean the
weighed a bit 'between the company before opening it. It contained a tarot card. It looked back, moving the pads worn on the edges, then turned around.
Sean's eyes widened with surprise, the emotion out of his hand the card ended up on fine carpet at the feet of that Jaiden was lowered to pick it up.
"It 's very nice ... What does it mean? ".
"All the cards have two meanings Jay ... but this evening, is a good sign ...."
"Well ... you know that the woman did not tell me his name?".
"Neither do I know him ... empower the names, I said ...."
"Interesting ... ... I at this point."
"Jaiden ...."
"...."
"I want to talk to ... listen to me?"
"Yes ...."


now
... mhh ... where are we ...? ". Sean
twisted his neck to read number on the roof of the hotel.
"62 ... 62 Madison Avenue. Why?.
"I'm hungry, do not you?".
Sean smiled, yes. Of course I was hungry, and how.
"Well, here's a bar ... you doin '?".
Jaiden looked at the sun shade green with flags attached, and the double glass door and smiled.
"Sure."
Inside was the classic place where people went to eat, not to be seen. A long, low bar with stools, three long rows of tables, covered with dark green leather seats. A black man rather robust, behind the counter, gave them a nod.
They sat at a table along the wall, while a waitress with salt and pepper hair and left him an unlikely permanent plastic menus. After
were ordered to lay down in silence, smiling Sean playing with the bulk sugar container. He liked the weight of the object glass domed and slotted against the palm of the hand, the pouring of metal from which came the white crystals that disappeared during the dark cup of coffee ...
"What makes you smile so much?".
Sean jumped to the question, what would you have answered? Smiling because there were those damn lumps? Because in light of that Sunday morning when the city seemed to him that the slumbering ghosts of Ellen, Newland and May, who had haunted so much of his life, had finally dissolved? None of that.
"I smile because I'm happy here ... and now.

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