sweet nothings

The natural progression of my trajectory took me towards the carnarium of Ar and I gathered to jump grabbing a handhold in the stone masonry. Using boots to scramble my way upwards I grabbed window bars and swung around the corner letting go to fall with a thud of my boots and I tucked a shoulder and rolled to shed off most of the energy before I kept running. I slid around another corner like a young Tom Cruise ... only there was no music and I wasn't in my socks and underwear .... and I guess it wasn't like that at all really.

Suddenly it felt like I was running through molasses. Not on the outside but on the inside and I almost tripped over my own sensations. Now the sequence was slow enough that I kept going and only then realized I had reached the carnarium .. and a dead end of keepers who would frown upon my cavorting among the flies. Not to mention they might hand me over just for entertainment. You can only look at so many chamber pots before you need some stimulation. So I changed direction with a grab to a lamppost that nearly jerked my arm out of the socket. Another alley became my intent.

Blue eyes searching frantically and I saw more window bars strait ahead. The geometrical lines drawn and calculated instantly and I gathered myself like a coil to spring which landed palm and boot on the opposite wall. Shoving off with wrist, knee and ankle and turning to catch the rusted iron as I scaled upward using all my strength to reach for the decorative railing of the balcony above the window. Once my purchase was obtained I hung there tilting my head backwards so I could figure out just why I was sure I wasn't supposed to go any further.

Even upside down she was unmistakable. Even if her presence had not been wrapped around my ankles and digging nail marks on the inside of my skull I would have recognized her. I canted my head for there was absolutely no reason I could put together that she would be here .. now ... here ... did she know where she was?

Partially in the shadows of the alley now I watched her excuse herself and walk my way. Was she insane? Had she lost her little female mind? This was one of the worst parts of town .. and Ar had quite a few parts so it follows the worst ones were really bad. That gnat like attention span flitted away from those that pursued me and danced around those amazing eyelashes of hers.

She paused at the window just below me and tried to peer within. Was she so curious? I found that rather attractive. The plump parts of her slender fingers tapped a rhythm on the glass and I heard her whisper. Little succubus. I secured my boots into the ironwork and extended downwards until I hung upside down just above her. A copper bit fell from my pocket and I caught it just in time with a fleshy metallic sound before it touched her. I rolled it through my fingers unwilling yet to betray myself for she was so ... feminine in that moment. But the sound of it against my rings must have caught her attention for she turned upwards and our eyes met. The lamp light off the copper flashed in her eyes once before I stilled the coin and asked her if she were attempting to materialize her lover in the dust on the window pane.