August 12th, 2004

Mask

Family, Lovers.





Solidad

artwork by calliopeoracle



Solidad was leaning on the front of his desk when Aurora walked in, following her tentative knock, and his soft voice. In the twilight, his skin looked a pale shade of blue.

“Aurora, is there something you’d like to tell me?” his smile was forced.

“Erigo seems to have the impression that I should marry him. He tells me that you gave him permission to ask.”

“You should marry him. He’s human; he’s got a good future and a very powerful protector.” Solidad looked out the window, his profile catching shadows. “His protector could be yours.”

“Councilor, you would be a wonderful protector, but I am not going to marry Erigo. I feel nothing for him. He barely speaks to me. The first time we met, he tried to beat me and would have, if it weren’t for you.”

“A foolish mistake, he knows better now.”

“Still, Councilor, it makes no sense.”

“If you were his wife, he could claim you as his only, and both of you would be as children to me.”

“He doesn’t know me.” She approached Solidad and put a hand on his alabaster cheek. “As much as I would want you, I do not want him.” Solidads movements were so smooth, that she wondered how anyone could mistake him as human.

“Family and lovers belong to protectors. You are not my family. Erigo could make you family.” Aurora steeled herself, propelled by some strange chaotic bravery. She put her hands on his high collar and ran them down his chest, leaning her body into his.

“I could be your lover.” Solidad ran his hands in her long auburn hair and tilted her chin up with a finger.

“No, you couldn’t.”

“When you look at me, it isn’t empty. I can feel your desire.”

“Desire, yes. Hunger. Do not mistake it Aurora. I want to devour you, to break the surface of your skin, to taste your breath. Oh, I want you Aurora, but it’s not how you imagine.”

“Erigo is not your family.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Then why would he want me?”

“He’s an idiot.”

“I know.”

“He dreams of pliant women.” Solidad waved his hand in the air. “Oh, he enjoys himself plenty, but I know.” Aurora crossed her arms.

“I am not pliant.” Solidad raised an eyebrow and wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her against him. She exhaled and he tied his fingers in her hair.

“No?” He smiled, close lipped.

“For you, Solidad. Just for you.”