Post by SORA FEREYDUN on Dec 20, 2012 19:19:30 GMT -5
She wandered through the halls of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, stopping occasionally to take pictures (with the flash turned off!) or simply just to appreciate. There was no rush. She'd been here an hour or two already, wandering through the Egyptian wing until she made to the Near Eastern collections: grand rooms full of relics old enough to give pause and conjure awe.
Sora wasn't a history buff. She'd gotten her gen ed credit in an intro American history course, and she had some tangential knowledge from various other courses, but that was it. That didn't make the museum to her though, instead it made it magical, like a child at a zoo rather than a seasoned zoologist.
She sidled around a display over to the wall, peering at a plaque description of this and that artifact in a glass case, slowly matching each trinket to its textual blurb.
"Three thousand B.C.,"
[/color] she read aloud softly with a faint and wild smile, almost in disbelief.[/blockquote][/justify]
Ahhh. The carpets. He looked up at one, tilting his head at the animals galloping around and the psychedelic geometries. It was one that had once belonged to him. He had sat cross-legged on that medallion centuries ago, and nostalgia seared his ancient heart. It was idiotic that he could not touch what belonged to him, but he must yield to humans for this.
It was stupid really, the entire concept of possession. Nothing belongs to anyone forever.
But he was still bitter about it, and so, he shoved his hands into his dark grey coat's pockets, letting his fine black hair drift over his eyes. His mind shifted with memories of the heat and the date palms. This was no zoo to him - he was just a grandpa perusing his attic. The children he sired as a mortal were all dead. One of the frayed ends of this woven masterpiece, he knew, was not caused by deterioration, nor by some careless king who succeeded him. No, he had been there. His son had once had a tantrum and slashed his father's throne (for carpets were thrones back then).
He'd never been one to people watch. These hordes were as cheap as insects, and they all looked the same. It was nearly comedic how long he spent in the same gallery as his daughter without even noticing the way she looked like his other, late daughters, with her silky dark hair, and the vase-like shape of her face. Nope. Heck, they had crossed pathes on two other instances in this enormous city.
People wandered around with audio tours, the smell of the cold weather outside on their coats, a blur. He memories replaced them all like a mirage. But then, with a side glance at the antsy girl admiring the carpet beside him, reality began to cling back onto him. His eyes flicked to her necklace, and slowly, the museum rematerialized around him, the idle drone of chatter no longer shoved wherever the sounds of the refridgerator go.
He stared at her pendant quite awkwardly. It was his vessel. The one he had lost. He cleared his throat.
"That pendant of yours - are they selling them at the gift shop?"
His eyes ran over the teenager more, and slowly, it dawned on him.
note this thread is so stimulating for zahhak. pls don't try to match this length.
Post by SORA FEREYDUN on Dec 21, 2012 4:41:56 GMT -5
She startled when he spoke to her, partially because she thought she'd imagined up the voice. (Wandering around alone and murmuring to yourself makes you a bit of a magnet for imaginary voices, after all.) Sora turned and smiled, a polite reflex.
"This?"
[/color] Sora touched the evil eye pendant. It wasn't anything truly special, no priceless heirloom or anything. Maybe its age made it an antique, but she knew it was carved out of wood--very sturdy wood though. She'd sworn she'd broken it in quite a few childhood escapades, but here it was, still whole and complete after all these years. "No--well, maybe. It seems like something they might sell down in the gift shop, but I've had this one since I was a baby.[/color]
Her smile turned nervous as he looked over her once more.[/blockquote][/justify]
Yes, she was very, but he still looked as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him, a painful and surreal experience for a creature made of a divine flame. But the hair-raising sensation soon melted into a smile.
So the ritual had worked?
His face squirmed into an even stranger, gloating expression, as he realized, he was still a sexual creature.
"It's very nice. It looks like it is something that would belong in a museum like this. Have you ever gotten it appraised?" He was good at this casual mumbo-jumbo, patience easy after a three thousand years of practice. It would be interesting to just play her a long for a bit.
He looked around too, his eyes flicking every now and then into the crowd. Perhaps Sandrine was not far off?
Post by SORA FEREYDUN on Dec 21, 2012 7:21:13 GMT -5
Sora wasn't entirely sure why the stranger looked so pleased--smug, really. It was like a cat had just bitchslapped an obnoxious dog.
Well, good for him, she figured.
"I--thank you. Yeah, I think it's pretty old? I'm not sure about that though. It looks ancient, but it looks just as ancient as it did eighteen years ago, so I'm not sure that counts for anything,"
[/color] she replied. Sora plucked the pendant into her fingers, turning it in her hand and frowning thoughtfully down at it.
She'd thought about getting the pendant appraised before, mostly just to see if she could lay claim to any bragging rights. In the end, she'd figured it didn't matter. Plus, her parents had found the thought silly. A sentimental trinket is valuable for the sentiment, not the trinket itself. "No. I wouldn't want to sell it, so I guess I never thought there was any point to finding out how much it's worth? I mean, it's worth a lot to me, so I don't really care how much it's worth to a collector in the end."[/color][/justify][/blockquote]
He rocked on his heels, curiously watching her with a mellow fascination. She was so talkative and open, and so different from her mother. He ushered her to walk to the next piece with him. It was pleasant that they nearly had the gallery to themselves today.
Zahhak listened to her ramble as they confronted the lapis-lazuli Mihrab mosaic cut out of the Imam Mosque and rebuilt so extravagantly in Met. He nodded, still reveling, and smirking comfortably.
"Really? I ask because I just so happen to be an expert in Islamic art, which is why I'm very excited about the opening of this gallery. A lot of artifacts were sent here from collections all around the world to put together the display. It's a very big deal." There were posters advertising the gallery with sun medallions taken from Shah Tahmasp's Shahnama manuscript. Gorgeous stuff. The snakes found it charming, and adorable.
But Zahhak didn't like how the epic chewed him out as a villain. Anyone would have done what he did on that situation. Ahriman had been chummy, and he surely would not have let the snakes eat his own brains.
"I happen to have seen artifacts similar to yours - very rare. They hold together better than most, metal is good about that as compared to the carpets." The carpets had to be covered up for more than half the day so the light wouldn't damage their colors. But Zahhak didn't really care about their colors anymore. He didn't need to escape into the past anymore. He went on.
"I'm rather shocked to see it around your neck so casually. It looks quite priceless to me. Something they might put it in a glass case.... It has a sentimental value? Would you trust me I inspect it?"
Post by SORA FEREYDUN on Dec 21, 2012 9:48:23 GMT -5
She followed him without thinking. He seemed like the sort of man that other people followed.
"Really--no one's ever commented, but I suppose I haven't run into many experts then!"
[/color] Call Sora a fool, but she believed him easily enough. There was absolutely no reason to suspect that this man was her paternal father and also a several thousand year old demon. "It's a fantastic exhibition. I barely know anything about the art or the history, but it's all really fascinating."[/color]
People had asked to look at the pendant before. Eventually, most people noticed that she wore it all the time and asked about it. Sora didn't mind. If she couldn't break it through all the scrapes and scratches she had growing up, a few fingerprints hardly mattered.
"Of course. Sure. You can't possibly run very far with it, can you? And if you try, I'll get violent!"[/color] she said, only joking. She pendant unclasped easily from her neck. She presented it to him.
"I've treated it like sh--well, I haven't taken very good care of it though. You know, crazy adventures as a kid, that sort of thing. It's very resilient! I thought at least the paint would've chipped by now. How did they get the metal to keep its color like that?"[/color]
Seriously though, if he tried anything underhanded, she would bound after him with violence in mind.
Sora didn't have anything else that belonged to her birth mother. Her real mother was her adoptive mother, of course. She didn't need her birth mother--didn't want either, her adoptive family had made sure she had everything she ever needed, including her fair share of limitations.
But she didn't have anything else from her birth mother, and that made the pendant sacred to her.[/blockquote][/justify]
"Thank you. Yes, it isn't the seventies anymore, so that is a silly notion," he muttered like a professor. He scooped up the relic and juggled it in his lithe hand, feeling the weight. It was a round like a coin, but peculiarly thick.
Yes, it was the piece of his soul he had given her over a decade ago. The yearning of returning inside harassed him, and he suddenly felt like a naked snail exposed too long to the salt of the twenty-first century - it had been so long since he was home, but he refrained from the urge.
"Resilient?" he said, turning it over. "Indeed, the craftsmen back then were more skilled than the textbooks let on. These pieces were forged from a rare complicated amalgam. The paint, however, is a mystery to me. How did it come into your possession? Maybe that would explain why it is so well-preserved. Do you know how the previous owner found it?"
Post by SORA FEREYDUN on Dec 27, 2012 15:15:57 GMT -5
The stranger certainly seemed knowledgable. Sora shifted her weight from foot to foot as he examined the pendant, vaguely wondering when she'd get it back (she always felt safer with it on). Still, she wouldn't begrudge an expert their examination, not when they so clearly taken by the little thing.
"How do you know all this?"
[/color] she asked, not in suspicion, simply in curiosity.
"It's my mother's. Not my mom, I mean, my, um, birth mother--I'm adopted, so… sorry, there's nothing more for me to say. I don't know anything about her."[/color] She pursed her lips, not quite liking the subject--not liking that feeling from when she was small, when she learned that mom wasn't really her mom (but she was in every way that counted, and Sora would swear upon that forever). She hated not knowing anything about her birth mother. It made her feel lost.
Softly, she added, "I never met her."[/color][/blockquote][/justify]
Last Edit: Dec 27, 2012 15:16:49 GMT -5 by SORA FEREYDUN
Zahhak could feel the curious snakes, their eyes skimming the essence of his shoulders like crocodiles in a river.
"Hmm." A mysterious disappointment swelled in his chest. How... anti-climactic.
"Sssssseeeee? It'sssss asssss we ssssaaid. Sssslippery, and inssssssincere." He could feel their breathy giggles tickle his bones as their bodies pretended to be his arteries. He looked at his daughter again, and then shifted back to the trinket. The peek she had given him into her loneliness wasn't anything he cared enough about to face.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. Here you are, though." He let the it slide back into her hands, touching hers with a sort of reassuring warmth that might not suit him. The snakes rolled their eyes, but his peanut gallery had no children. They didn't understand how he felt like he was looking at a piece of himself.
The idea of playing violin alone, for that moment, disgusted him.
"Now over that way," he said, pointing over her shoulder towards a magnificent carpet strung up against the wall and onto the ceiling, "Is a piece of fabric that once belonged to a king three thousand years ago. It's roughly the time period I'd date your piece to be, and see, it still has its colors. They are similar, no? They have similar minds. Similar geometry. Perhaps looking at it will give you a new weight to your charm?"
When her eyes darted over, his existence would glimmer like a hot air. No one would happen to glance in their direction. Actually, weren't they the only ones in here now? Funny how big the Metropolitan was. You could get lost in it, and some rooms were so very hidden. Zahhak's smile would be the last to fade as his essence of fire and smoke returned to the abode of the ancient, hollowed-out coin.
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