<<@Marco: Hey, it's Arc. Thanks for committing to helping me out, I know it prolly ain't easy, even if it's to help me get in with deeper in the Stardust's good grace. Still, I think this job will be good for us. I think I can swing lunch, nothing else is coming up, and I'll try to bring Yelena along. ...I will have our two recruits, Firefly and Tuskaloosa, with me. You mind if I bring them along too? Might be a good thing. Lemme know>>
>> Dearest Arc, I just wish I knew they are with us when I negotiated with uncle B, I trust your judgement and can always make more. About our wild night out? You had me at hello, easy or not we'll pull it off one way or the other. Food will be ready at 14:00... now I really need to make it happen.
Keep it cool Marco, we have a party of five and one of them is a big troll, do not embarrass yourself, how much is it in human portions? six? perhaps even seven? I have to admit that I have no idea just how much trolls eat. My social cycles have very few of them.
I calm myself down, and decide to cook as if we are seven as it is better to be safe than sorry. I'll need something tasty and quick. Something that I can just scale up the portions without problem... My initial plan is not going to fly, I simply do not have enough Salmon for the sandwiches I planned. It may be stereotypical, but when things are tough I place my trust in pasta. After all, what other food can scale up to more than double the portions with only minor modifications?
This lunch we are having
linguine with clam sauce... 20 minutes and I am done.
As I cook I listen to a mixed playlist from my past, It was made by no other than my Shilla, back when she was an incredible girlfriend and before she demolished our relationship. It is my favorite classical music, Earth Wind & Fire and I usually cry when I hear them but not today. How can I deny my body of dancing with their wonderful beat and innocent voices? The world was in a better place hundred years ago and life were simpler.
When the sweet angles of Disco begin singing about their wonderful wonderland, I only wish that I could Boogie my problems away. I imagine a dance off with my childhood friends. The thought makes me smile, it is completely ridiculous. I can imagine them publicly executing some lost soul but dancing? Really dancing? it is too passionate... too sinful. How did we get life so wrong?
“Shilla was such a good lover before she messed it up... but that was all a lie, a sweet lie, the sweetest one.”
I continue to sing, and cheerfully move my body as I cook and meticulously keep my work area spotless. Shortly after the food is ready and neatly placed on the table in my best set of plates and two bottles of the most appropriate wine I could think of. I am trying to pull a perfect lunch and I hope they are hungry.
I am done and can finally place myself at the mercy of the disco angles. I am happy, passionate and completely moved by the music. I close my eyes and dance as I submerge into my own world. Completely in sync with the rhythm. In a way my life are perfect and I got the greatest gift of them all, the gift of music and emotion and love, I am a lucky man. Even with my eyes closed I can see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is dancing with me and moving her delicate and blissful body close to mine. Agrat is touching me and gently embracing me, I can feel that even her most casual touch burns me down to my soul.
I think at her
“You are the only one that is always true for me, I love you deeply and I need you in my soul you are music and love and lust.” The lady strokes my back and her touch is intoxicating, I can barely breath she is both inside and outside and I feel protected and I suddenly understand. Eternity is not about time as there is enough time in a single moment for a full and complete life. I know this, If I am going to die at this very moment I would die happy as I am embraced by my immortal lover.
“This is what you give your lovers before they die, isn’t it?” I do not need to ask and she does not need to answer. My senses are going insane and I cannot explain what is happening to me. Agrat is a lover and a friend. She is also the closest thing I have to a parent. She is everything to me, how could I ever leave her.
“I need a new mentor spirit, this uncontrollable passion burn me I need a template to channel it to build something pretty out of it, otherwise I will just wither and die.”My lady just keep dancing with me, and is teaching me new disco moves. Moves that were previously unknown to humanity, or at least were unknown to me. But why would a powerful succubus teach me new dance moves? I ask her to introduce me to a new mentor and her response is to teach me how to Boogie?! It does not make any sense, although I enjoy our dance very much and my body and soul are moved in ways that they never were before. I am in complete sync with the music and with life and I feel that me and Agrat move like one.
“You are awfully quiet love, did I hurt your feelings?” I get no answer still, but I continue to enjoy the best dance partner I ever had. Agrat moves with the precision of a ballerina and with the sensuality of an exotic dancer. I feel that my mortal moves cannot possibly compare to hers. Yet, she dances with me and seems to enjoy me.
“You never danced with me, love what changed?”Agrat remains silent and I know what changed. It is me who changed. What else? She is a force of nature, as ancient as the world itself. She is what she was when we met and she is giving me what I asked her for. A template to channel my passion so that my emotions do not become numb. Dancing! She introduced dancing to the world.
What is dancing if not a socially acceptable and non destructive method of showing passion. She enabled etiquette and complex social structures and I only saw her as an uncontrollable passion but passion could be controlled. It could be channeled to dancing and music and to art. It can be an explosive orgasm or a delicate flower. I dance with Agrat and lose myself into her I am seeing her in a completely new light. Only when the song is over, she talk to me and her voice is the sweetest one. She is not offended and is not mocking me. Her words echo directly into my soul.
“Try and see me for what I really am... I am so much more than you understand.”I open my eyes and Agrat is fully clothed, dressed like a disco diva and holding a red rose, she kisses me a long, soft and delicate kiss, full of love and emotion. I can barely contain her kiss, and eventually I need to catch my breath. When I disengage, Agrat hands me her flower.
“Take it, love” She say and then disappears. The red rose is all that is left from our dance. I place the rose in a small ertl on the table and continue dancing alone until my guests arrive. I can feel the heat but it is not Agrat. These are my own cheeks and I am blushed like a teenager who just had his first kiss.
I thought that I was going to teach her about passion?! My new discoveries are all obvious to her. Yet, she contained my anger and my arrogance. My anger was on my own social limitations. I was wrong to direct it at her. She was open enough to let me make my own mistakes even if I treated her badly. She is immortal and has patience that I do not. Could Agrat be the mentor I need to be happy? Is it me that is incapable of understanding her?