06-15-2018, 05:46 PM
She was light on his arm. Her movements weren't perfect, but then neither were his. That wasn't the purpose anyway. The point of dancing, he knew, was to allow two bodies to feel the flow of music through them, the sense of rhythm moving them in choreographed time. The more audacious had no problem improvising, of course, the physical equivalent of vocal runs in a song.
it was a bonding ritual that involved looking into the other person's eyes, strengthening a new connection; the feel of two bodies, pressed together closely, a revealing of how they physically meshed (with all the sensual promise that held); the aroma, breath and scents mingling, communicating with the lizard brain; the sound of conversation, in private talk or just breathing or laughter, conveying feelings; the music itself, its rhythm coursing through them, syncing them into one, even if for only a single song.
Marcus noted all of this. Malik reveled in the experience, sinking into each sensation as one might sink in a deep and luxuriously soft leather chair. The two complemented each other, and Marcus/Malik's merger continued. The Sith wanted the experience in totality.
And yet, not at the expense of any other experiences. Not a straying eye. Not now at least. Not that he held any qualms or sense of loyalty or morality. His eye would roam, tonight. For now, though, this was his primary focus for experience.
But he did not shut himself completely away. Peripherally he was aware of those around him and Marcus mentally categorized those he recognized. A slight smile played at his lips when he saw Scion Marveet speaking to Natalie Northbrook. Her body language spoke volumes. He seemed to get nowhere with her, her posture and icy hauteur speaking volumes. He couldn't help the soft laugh.
The man aspired to enter the Sphere- at least the outer one, he had learned only recently, during one of his...probing conversations with one of Alexandrova's aides. And yet still, Marveet found it necessary to cut him down when he had merely been an intern. A Sigma, it was true, but an intern nonetheless. It was sad. Marcil indeed. He had begun some work with White with regard to Marveet.
But of course now that he was Consul, things might change. Yesterday's enemies become today's allies. Levers and strings were the tools of his trade. Perhaps Marveet could be useful.
Malik continued to dance with Danika, reveling in the moment. Marcus noted Marveet's joining them in the dance. The trajectory, while a facade of randomness, was rather blatant. The motion of people on the floor, all following in a counterclockwise direction was rather predictable. Their getting close was not.
Idly he wondered at his intent. And then he caught the bits of conversation. Marcus very nearly rolled his eyes and laughed. The timing of the words, the nearness of the speakers...well, one didn't have to be a genius to figure out what was going on.
He'd have to think about what to do about Marveet. The man was not without influence and his fortune was vast. He'd need a subtle hand. Still, it wouldn't hurt to let the man think he had gotten under his skin. He grimaced briefly, compressing his lips together momentarily, and shot the man an angry look before looking with frustration to at one of the Nine walking the floor periphery.
There.
Danika still aware, his focus merged with Malik. Danika was getting more adventurous, it seemed.
And then the music stopped for a moment. Marcus felt the Force surge and the fog coalesce into the Ascendancy. It was dramatic. Those without the ability to channel gasped- as did many who did. Having the power was not the same as knowing how to use it. His voice boomed, welcoming them.
Very soon the music began and people hesitantly started dancing again. Marcus swung Danika around, feeling the energy in the air. He felt free tonight, completely free. At one point, passing near the edge, he grabbed a flute and downed the champagne in one gulp, before seizing the power and floating it to an empty table.
He smiled at her, letting her see the pleasure washing over him. Her playfulness was still there and she moved to try something. At that moment her shoe flew through the air. He couldn't help but laugh, though not cruelly, as it struck one of the legionnaires on his ass. "Hey, I didn't know you wanted us to kick off our shoes to dance. Here, let me get mine."
She looked mortified, of course, and he was trying to lighten the mood. Still holding the power, he meant to grab the shoe quickly and bring it back, but he was too slow. The Legionnaire had picked it up and brought it, along with his companion, over to them. The man, quite polite to Danika, he didn't recognize, but the woman was familiar- and giggly.
Marcus was glad no one felt decorum had been breached. This was a party, after all. There was room for business and pleasure.
Indeed, often, they could be the same, he thought, looking at Danika's beautiful face. He winked at her, showing all was good. Then he inclined his head fractionally to the couple. He would not speak for Danika, though. He had not been addressed.
Still, after a moment, a glint appeared in his eyes as something occurred to him. He took the proffered shoe and bent down, offering his shoulder for support while he slipped it on to her naked foot.
And then he winked up at her before standing.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jun 25 2018, 12:23 PM.
it was a bonding ritual that involved looking into the other person's eyes, strengthening a new connection; the feel of two bodies, pressed together closely, a revealing of how they physically meshed (with all the sensual promise that held); the aroma, breath and scents mingling, communicating with the lizard brain; the sound of conversation, in private talk or just breathing or laughter, conveying feelings; the music itself, its rhythm coursing through them, syncing them into one, even if for only a single song.
Marcus noted all of this. Malik reveled in the experience, sinking into each sensation as one might sink in a deep and luxuriously soft leather chair. The two complemented each other, and Marcus/Malik's merger continued. The Sith wanted the experience in totality.
And yet, not at the expense of any other experiences. Not a straying eye. Not now at least. Not that he held any qualms or sense of loyalty or morality. His eye would roam, tonight. For now, though, this was his primary focus for experience.
But he did not shut himself completely away. Peripherally he was aware of those around him and Marcus mentally categorized those he recognized. A slight smile played at his lips when he saw Scion Marveet speaking to Natalie Northbrook. Her body language spoke volumes. He seemed to get nowhere with her, her posture and icy hauteur speaking volumes. He couldn't help the soft laugh.
The man aspired to enter the Sphere- at least the outer one, he had learned only recently, during one of his...probing conversations with one of Alexandrova's aides. And yet still, Marveet found it necessary to cut him down when he had merely been an intern. A Sigma, it was true, but an intern nonetheless. It was sad. Marcil indeed. He had begun some work with White with regard to Marveet.
But of course now that he was Consul, things might change. Yesterday's enemies become today's allies. Levers and strings were the tools of his trade. Perhaps Marveet could be useful.
Malik continued to dance with Danika, reveling in the moment. Marcus noted Marveet's joining them in the dance. The trajectory, while a facade of randomness, was rather blatant. The motion of people on the floor, all following in a counterclockwise direction was rather predictable. Their getting close was not.
Idly he wondered at his intent. And then he caught the bits of conversation. Marcus very nearly rolled his eyes and laughed. The timing of the words, the nearness of the speakers...well, one didn't have to be a genius to figure out what was going on.
He'd have to think about what to do about Marveet. The man was not without influence and his fortune was vast. He'd need a subtle hand. Still, it wouldn't hurt to let the man think he had gotten under his skin. He grimaced briefly, compressing his lips together momentarily, and shot the man an angry look before looking with frustration to at one of the Nine walking the floor periphery.
There.
Danika still aware, his focus merged with Malik. Danika was getting more adventurous, it seemed.
And then the music stopped for a moment. Marcus felt the Force surge and the fog coalesce into the Ascendancy. It was dramatic. Those without the ability to channel gasped- as did many who did. Having the power was not the same as knowing how to use it. His voice boomed, welcoming them.
Very soon the music began and people hesitantly started dancing again. Marcus swung Danika around, feeling the energy in the air. He felt free tonight, completely free. At one point, passing near the edge, he grabbed a flute and downed the champagne in one gulp, before seizing the power and floating it to an empty table.
He smiled at her, letting her see the pleasure washing over him. Her playfulness was still there and she moved to try something. At that moment her shoe flew through the air. He couldn't help but laugh, though not cruelly, as it struck one of the legionnaires on his ass. "Hey, I didn't know you wanted us to kick off our shoes to dance. Here, let me get mine."
She looked mortified, of course, and he was trying to lighten the mood. Still holding the power, he meant to grab the shoe quickly and bring it back, but he was too slow. The Legionnaire had picked it up and brought it, along with his companion, over to them. The man, quite polite to Danika, he didn't recognize, but the woman was familiar- and giggly.
Marcus was glad no one felt decorum had been breached. This was a party, after all. There was room for business and pleasure.
Indeed, often, they could be the same, he thought, looking at Danika's beautiful face. He winked at her, showing all was good. Then he inclined his head fractionally to the couple. He would not speak for Danika, though. He had not been addressed.
Still, after a moment, a glint appeared in his eyes as something occurred to him. He took the proffered shoe and bent down, offering his shoulder for support while he slipped it on to her naked foot.
And then he winked up at her before standing.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jun 25 2018, 12:23 PM.