Post by Nathan Saniti on Oct 29, 2015 18:50:51 GMT -5
The camera pans in on Nathan, sauntering in from the shower in his locker room, one towel wrapped around his waist, and using another to dry his untamable orange locks. His bare chest is so white, it almost seems to give off its own luminescence. He slips his pants on just under the towel before removing the modesty-keeper. just as he buttons his trousers, a light rap comes at the door, before a familiar sweet face crowned with pink hair pops in cautiously. Nathan doesn't seem a bit surprised by his visitor.
Kelli: Nathan? Are you decent?
Nathan scoffs playfully.
Nathan: I'm always decent, my dear. I also happen to be mostly clothed.
Kelli steps through the portal, closing the door behind her. Nathan turns his back to her to brush his hair in the mirror. Kelli smiles tenderly at his reflection, but the mirror image doesn't return the loving gaze. Not exactly. Not at first. At a primary glance, his face looks sunken, disheveled and menacing. Then it suddenly shifts to a pleading glance, then back again. The shift happens so quickly, that Kelli isn't even sure she witnessed it.
She shakes her head to gather her senses, when she realizes that this is the first time she's ever even seen Nathan without his shirt on. Spread across his back is a large tattoo of what appears to be angel wings. Shredding their way through the softer, almost puerile wings are a pair of bat (demon?) wings, boney and ominous in appearance. She regards the artwork in a state of dumbstruck awe. They almost seem to flutter and flit about, as if struggling to free themselves the tapestry they are printed upon. Kelli can't be sure if it's the movements of Nathan's pale sinew causing the illusion or if it's something entirely other. Finally, she manages to speak again.
Kelli: Nice ink. I never figured you for the tattoo type of person.
Nathan stops what he's doing, slowly turning his head with an agitated sneer.
Nathan: My dearest Miss Starr, are you doing drugs again? I have no tattoos on my body. Such things would be an abomination to my very person. They are far more fitting for others.
Kelli looks a bit hurt and puzzled by the comment.
Kelli: But... I can see it. Right there. Across your back.
Nathan spins his back to the mirror. The reflection shows absolutely nothing. Kelli goes saucer-eyed, scampering to his side, her gaze switching from his back, where the image resides, to the looking glass, where it isn't. Nathan cups her chin in his hand.
Nathan: See, my dear? There's nothing there.
He grabs up his long sleeved undershirt with the lace cuffs, slinging it over his head and putting it on in one fluid motion. Kelli looks on, flabbergasted, as the artwork gets covered up by the clothes. Nathan finishes dressing, dons his top hat with a joyful pop to the top and smiles at his glassed doppelganger. Again, Kelli catches a glimpse of the pleading face in the mirror as it mouths the words "Help me" before once again disappearing.
Nathan: I'm ready to face the world!
Nathan straightens his bowtie and steps lively towards the door. Kelli still has a befuddled look on her face.
Nathan: Coming, my sweet?
Kelli answers almost absently. Her face bunched up in confusion.
Kelli: I wish.
Kelli slowly follows Nathan out, struggling to grasp what had just transpired.
Kelli: Nathan? Are you decent?
Nathan scoffs playfully.
Nathan: I'm always decent, my dear. I also happen to be mostly clothed.
Kelli steps through the portal, closing the door behind her. Nathan turns his back to her to brush his hair in the mirror. Kelli smiles tenderly at his reflection, but the mirror image doesn't return the loving gaze. Not exactly. Not at first. At a primary glance, his face looks sunken, disheveled and menacing. Then it suddenly shifts to a pleading glance, then back again. The shift happens so quickly, that Kelli isn't even sure she witnessed it.
She shakes her head to gather her senses, when she realizes that this is the first time she's ever even seen Nathan without his shirt on. Spread across his back is a large tattoo of what appears to be angel wings. Shredding their way through the softer, almost puerile wings are a pair of bat (demon?) wings, boney and ominous in appearance. She regards the artwork in a state of dumbstruck awe. They almost seem to flutter and flit about, as if struggling to free themselves the tapestry they are printed upon. Kelli can't be sure if it's the movements of Nathan's pale sinew causing the illusion or if it's something entirely other. Finally, she manages to speak again.
Kelli: Nice ink. I never figured you for the tattoo type of person.
Nathan stops what he's doing, slowly turning his head with an agitated sneer.
Nathan: My dearest Miss Starr, are you doing drugs again? I have no tattoos on my body. Such things would be an abomination to my very person. They are far more fitting for others.
Kelli looks a bit hurt and puzzled by the comment.
Kelli: But... I can see it. Right there. Across your back.
Nathan spins his back to the mirror. The reflection shows absolutely nothing. Kelli goes saucer-eyed, scampering to his side, her gaze switching from his back, where the image resides, to the looking glass, where it isn't. Nathan cups her chin in his hand.
Nathan: See, my dear? There's nothing there.
He grabs up his long sleeved undershirt with the lace cuffs, slinging it over his head and putting it on in one fluid motion. Kelli looks on, flabbergasted, as the artwork gets covered up by the clothes. Nathan finishes dressing, dons his top hat with a joyful pop to the top and smiles at his glassed doppelganger. Again, Kelli catches a glimpse of the pleading face in the mirror as it mouths the words "Help me" before once again disappearing.
Nathan: I'm ready to face the world!
Nathan straightens his bowtie and steps lively towards the door. Kelli still has a befuddled look on her face.
Nathan: Coming, my sweet?
Kelli answers almost absently. Her face bunched up in confusion.
Kelli: I wish.
Kelli slowly follows Nathan out, struggling to grasp what had just transpired.
