Sido's skin stayed its soft color under her mask but her ears turned a bright red. "Um..." she could think of what to say.
"Darling Luna," Maria whispered. "The silent forgiving witness to so many nighttime crimes. She is truly the most beautiful by far, her fair skin, her tenrils of grey hair, the way she hangs so indecisively among the stars." A sigh escaped her lips, her breath scented of pomegranates and honey.
"I belive it is still your turn, dark man." Maria grinned at the name, loving how well it fit.
Nico arched an eyebrow at her poetry, giving an approving smirk.
"Nothing can compare to her grace, the perfect curve of her shape. The stars only glimmer the silver sillohettes of Luna, darling exquisite Luna." He added, his voice somewhat rough and sultry. He freed his fingers from hers, adjusting the white rose in his breat pocket. with flexible fingers, he grasped the stem, letting it slowly drift down into the ink waves. It was sluggishly engulfed."I grew up beaten." He nonchalantly replied, his brown eyes now black slits as he watched the flower drown, watched the elegance be replaced by sorrow. His voice held no trace of sorrow or hurt or even bitterness. Just the cold facts."My mother died very young, and my father was-probably still is-a drinker." He allowed himself to meet eye contact with Maria, a sour smirk stamping into his lips."Your turn."
Maria grinned widely at Nico's description of the flawless Luna, noting his creative vocabulary choice.
"You know," she murmured, "what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger." Maria looked up at Nico, tipping her head back to see his face. With a slender hand - one more slender than believable - she brushed his cheek, wanting to comfort him.
"I was ra.ped, naught but a few years ago. When I was seventeen, I think." Her voice hushed into a whisper, her eyes closing as her hand reached up to a long scar on her breast. "He was in his mid-twenties, as I recall. I'd been hiding out in India for a few months, on the outskirts of a small city. It was dark that night, far darker than I can express. It was as if darling Luna was trying to hide his crime, trying to hide the wrong-doing that took place that night."
Maria shuddered, bending in on herself, her shoulders caving in. "I wasn't properly wrapped that night in the clothes, like I should have been. I was just wearing a dress, dark red I remember. He caught me in an alley-way, tore my necklace away and dug his nails through my skin..." Maria gulped, taking a deep breath. "and... and..." She trembled, a tear shaking down her blanched face.
After composing herself, Maria tried to stand erect, keeping her eyes shut. "I wasn't prepared. I was always the predator, not used to being the prey. But I have been made stronger for it, as have you from your troubles."
Nico's face was as smooth as a lake's surface, only to be rippled by a hint of rage, the frowning of his lips. He never expected a girl like Maria to be admitting this, was taken aback by the way she reached out to him instead of the opposite.
He exaimined Maria once more; the ivory of her skin, the sharp angles of her cheekbones. He tried to picture her in a reavealing red dress, clinging to the angles of her body, matching her scarlet full lips. He imagined her curls perfectly tossed, the cry of her voice.
Nico mimicked her action, his thumb wipping the tear on her cheek. His skin stood out on her complexion, his fingertip becoming slightly damped from her single tear."I see that you are strong." He murmured, his thumb lingering on her cheek, his brown eyes more softer, more rounder."You think that I am strong also; however, I am weak, Maria. It is one of my many faults." He stated, his hand falling limply to his side, the waves washing up and down the show rythmitically.
Jake stopped dancing, he dropped his hands, and bit his bottom lip. He was prepared for her to either say she felt the same way or even laugh in his face, not that she'd ever do that. But he was not prepared for a 'umm'. He didn't know what to do, as he stood there hoplessly lost in what seemed to be the music, but actually was Sido, he felt the soft touch of other dancing couples. His knees locks. Did he just destroy his whole friendship?
She looked at the ground her face burning.
Jake tok a step back, bumping into a couple, he apologised, and looked at Sido, trying to find an answer....any kind for that matter.
"What would you say if I said I felt the same," she said finally finding her voice.
"I would be speechless." Jake stepped forward, he wanted so bad to intertwine his fingers into hers...but stopped, waiting. "do you?"
she nodded really fast embarrassed.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he stepped closer, and but hishands on her face softly, and kissed her
Shocked she retreated
Maria watched the hint of fury cross Nico's expression, the slight frown of his lips pulling over a smile. It was beautiful, the way she had him in the palm of her hand as if he were a bird.
When he brushed the tear away from her cheek, she had to fight not to giggle at how incredibly easy it had been to win him over. And yet, the memories she had deprived her of any happy expression.
"I don't think you understand what strength is, Nico. You're strong, stronger than any other I've met before. Yet in many way you are, as you said, weak. Giving in to me is a weakness for beauty, and it was a fault of yours. Yet somehow I feel you will redeem your faults. It's your turn," she whispered, truth ringing in her voice.
Nico regarded her words calmly, knowing what she said was the truth. The truth was often a funny thing to Nico; such a delicate little flickering flame, but when stoked, able to burn down forests. His lips were pressed into a hard smirk. "Like I said, I do not doubt your abilities," He repeated, gazing out into the ocean again. His brown eyes took in her elegance again, and this time, his cheeks didn't flush with color."You would kill me in an instant, Maria. You remind me of the many girls on the streets, so beautiful yet so dangerous. I know this for a fact." The last syllables were clicked against his tongue, sharp and precise. He rusumed his casual posture, his hands finding the soft slips of his pockets."your turn."
Maria grinned widely, her vermilion lips baring pearl-white teeth. Her eyes glittered with the flame that Nico had talked of, yet this flame lavender instead of scarlet.
"Mmmm," she hummed. "Have you ever been to Spain? You remind me of many a man there. I used to prowl the streets, hair done up with a red rose matching in color the short shirt and skirt I used to dance in. I was the most dangerous thing around town, save for a few who only occasionally gave me trouble. I think you'd like it there, you should visit." Maria sighed, remembering back to a time when she'd wandered the back roads of Spain, her shirt shaking with the tendrils of beads, her skirt flying around her hips, heels the height of a skyscraper. Easier times, better times.
"I believe it's your turn to go, now," Maria said clearly, turning to Nico.
Nico lifted an eyebrow, interested. "My mother was born there." He said sweetly, grinning a wide smile with straight pearly whites. They stood out against his skin, just adding more color to his face."I've only been to Spain once, when I was a small child. I recall it as a beautiful place, and doubt that it isn't still." He paused, flickers of sunshine and warmth flashing through him. He titled his head."Do I give you trouble?" Mischevious flecks of gold appeared in his eyes, dancing.
"Do you give me trouble?" Maria mused, thoughtfully immersing herself in silence. "I think the proper word would be danger. You are one who is cunning enough to pose threat to whatever I may have planned, and one that is dear enough to put me in danger of myself, my emotions rather. It's been long since I've dealt with any person in anything other than my business." Maria rubbed her temped with her elegant fingers, closing her eyes for a short minute before removing her fingertips from her forehead.
She smiled gently as a wave tossed over her feet, the sea-foam leaving white spots on her toes. "I've kept business strictly separate from pleasure. You've put me in danger of losing track of each."
Nico glanced sideways at Maria, listening to her, watching as her svelt finger rubbed her temple, as if she was telling the truth. Again, with the truth thing.
With quick swift movements, Nico took off hiss silly dress shoes, lazily tossing them behind him, wanting to feel the ocean for himself. It was cold on his toes, wetting the bottoms of his silken pants.
He surveyed Maria again, his curosity raging. He contained himself, soaking in her words, trying to form an accuarate response of what he was thinking."I am listening." He replied, his face thoughtful. Nico's charm was almost tangible, his face scarping at the heels of Maria's beauty herself. The only problem was the slight bump of his nose; he had all the right angles and softness, the color, the eyes and smile. That one miniture bump kind threw everything off balance, like he broke it. He did in fact, in a fight."And what I seem to gather is ou are afraid of attaching yourself to anyone; you hate vulnerability." he explained, his words golden."It is understandable, of coarse. I am the same way. Yes, beauty is a downfall, but I do not allow myself to love. It is such a complicated thing, love is. always twisting and turning, then clashing over sideways. I pefer much simpler emotions, such as humor or revenge. I understand those."
Maria smiled softly when Nico removed his shoes, feeling the sea for himself. "She's beautiful," her words came quietly. "The hushed undulations, the cracked foam... If I were to die, I'd want to die by drowning. What a quiet death, the silence washing over your heads like the waves of her body."
Maria noticed a bump on Nico's nose, like it had been cracked once. "A fight?" She raised an eyebrow tauntingly, curiosity raging inside her soul. "Youdon't seem the type, more like the one to sulk in the dark shadows."
Maria took a deep breath, her chest rising with the beat of the sea. "Vulnerability is something I cannot allow. My business... it allows for neither love nor any flavor of vulnerability. Hence my keeping business separate from pleasure," she murmured, "but you're blurring all the lines." Her brows furrowed. "I don't think I could kill something so innocent." She stretched a finger up to brush his jawline. "Too innocent," she whispered.