Thursday, May 10, 2007

276. Destearian Glass


“Who is it Sal?” asked Lil’

“Says his name is Trev,” shrugged Sal, Lil’s frontdesk bulldog. Sal had more than eighty years in the industry and normally wouldn’t have given Trev’s request the time of day, but there was just something about the look on his face that made her pause. He looked familiar, but then, after awhile, all the clients looked about the same in the dim light. Still, wasn’t often she felt the need to stare a little longer than necessary.

“Trev? I don’t know a Trev.”

“Well, says he knows you. Called for you by name.”

Lil’ laughed. “Come here Sal. You know my name isn’t exactly private. What’s up? Why are you bringing this to my attention? Come on?”

Sal grinned. “You know—“

“You want a favor, don’t you?”

“Now, I didn’t say that.”

“I can see it in your eye Sal. You want to take some privileges with this one. Maybe slip in after he is secured and blinded. Come on, just say it.”

Sal smiled. She saw every client they serviced. And she had access, at least with most, to the view whenever she wanted. But to participate, well, that was a different matter altogether. “Okay, I wouldn’t throw him to the moon for eating crackers, and it has been awhile, but—“

“I knew it. Show our friend back. I’ll see what I can do.” Lil’ looked in the mirror, straightened her hair and noticed Sal was still there. “Why are you just standing there? Move. I wanna meet your little friend. Who knows, I might be interested in this one myself.”

Lil’ moved to the front of her desk, her trademark destearian glass jacket, riding just to the top of her hourglass hips, clinking as if in tune. She crossed one long leg over the other, parted her lips just enough to catch the eye and ran her fingers through her primrose hair. Not often had Sal ever made such a request. Got to keep the hired help happy, she thought.

Trev walked in with Sal in tow. Lil’ looked up. “Damn, it’s you! I knew you’d be back. Hey Sal, this is Trevor.”

“Really?”

Lil’ ignored her. “Come on in Trev. Please have a seat.” As he started to walk she added, “Oh Sal, that will be all.”

Lil’ moved to the sofa beside Trev, her light blue glass jacket revealing more than the eye could see but less than the imagination would admit. Her skin, natural or not Trev could not tell, shimmered porcelain white in the bluish reflections of the waves below, just a hint of gold dust on each cheek rising to either side of her perfectly shaped crimson lips. “I was wondering when you might return? Few can resist the waters for long, especially after their first indoctrination.”

Trev had spent the better part of a week working up the nerve to come back only to see it all washed away in the melodious tone of Lil’s voice, like warm honey on a summer day he would later describe it. Sitting next to Lil’, alone, in the dim light, her perfume neither too strong nor too light, a hint of smile on golden cheeks, well, it was just all too much. He looked straight ahead and his brain was telling him he was looking at her autumn eyes, which seemed to smolder in hints of deep browns with flecks of subdued oranges, but where his eyes were pointed and what he saw were two different things, and he wondered if she knew--didn’t take long.

“You happy to see me or did you just forget how to blink?”

Categories: Story, Trev, Lil’ Twilight, Sal

8 comments:

Trée said...

Click on this image to see what I be talkin' bout. :-D

You know you want to enlarge it, see it bigger. Promise, won't disappoint. :-)

Autumn Storm said...

To be able to read and re-read a chapter and love it more with each...you are the Tears and Rain of storytelling. :-D

So much mystery that surrounds this chapter, both (all three) of these characters little known to us. Though Trev appeared long since and we have seen him in quite a few chapters and scenarios, he is perhaps the character still that we know the least, of the Bravo crew. Very much the shy, academic type, but there have been hints beyond the natural flow of imagination into still waters that run deep, that Trev has as much to show us as the others. As if that weren't enough already to have us gasping to know more, there was the recent image of Trev in the divine waters, but also the chapter where we officially met Lil'.

I'm struck once again at the ideas that spring forth in your mind, the beginning of this chapter and the interaction between Lil' and Sal, and again, curiosity only increases the more we are told. What exactly the divine waters are, what happened then, what's about to happen now.

Lil' herself seems to be another candidate for there being much more to her than immediately meets the eye. Whether with Trev or not, I'm hoping this is not the last appearance that she makes in The Story.

Nice little reminder too, in Sal, that the hynerian lifespan is quite different from that of us humans. Reiterates the point you made in a comment recently of remembering that they are hynerian and not human.

There are just so many little things that I love about this chapter. I think the fractal is absolutely fabulous - dreamy and trancelike and perfectly seductive, passionate, now whether reading the chapter influences the impression that the fractal forms could very well be the case, but either way, the two work together to enhance the other. How the simple use of the word bulldog lends such great visualizations to Sal sitting at that front desk, though for some reason, I have decided she is really quite beautiful. Beautiful, but tough and quite capable of being mean, if the need arises.

The imagery surrounding Lil's appearance is excellent, from the tuneful clink of her apparel to the golden dust beneath her eyes, and to the connotations of autumn leaves and their many unique colours that come to mind to have her eyes described that way.

The whole shy guy, wanton woman, of her being in control and him not being able to control himself, being drawn back, finding himself staring at her, losing any sense of bravado that he might have entertained the thought of being able to keep this time around, that one cannot help but smile as Kyra did in that very first chapter that featured Trev at his nervousness and the contrasting confidence of Kyra then, Yul in between and Lil' now.

In short, I loved this chapter too. Excellent in a word.

Now wish me sweet dreams. :-)

Autumn Storm said...

Just have to add, some of the recent names are classic. Johnny Disco aka John Discovery and Lil' Twillight, gotta love those. :-D

Trée said...

I think Trev has gotten in over his head. Now Lil', that's a woman I'd like to learn a little more about. :-D

Trée said...

Sunshine, Trev grew up in an environment of expectation. He was instructed in proper conduct, in what was acceptable behavior and what was not. His father was domineering, pushing Trev into med school and never really happy no matter how good his grades. Needless to say, Trev had a lot of feeling and emotions and desires and thoughts that did not fit the expectations his father had for him and his future. In short, the boy was highly repressed.

Now Lil', she is the mirror opposite and she is going to open, or blow, Trev's mind, to expand his consciousness such that he can never go back to the Trev before. The Waters of Divine Decadence was the main tool Lil' used on Trev. Without saying too much, The Waters remove inhibitions of mind and body and emotion and psyche in ways not known on Hyneria. Those who have experienced The Waters, they are few because of the prohibitive cost (remember Trev had unlimited credits, thanks to John, when he first visited), say they experience a clarity previous unknown. Habit forming? Only if you have the coin. And Trev has lost his coin. LMAO!

Maybe more later. Maybe not. What would The Story be without anticipation, expectation. ;-)

ChickyBabe said...

I see a diamond ring.

Trée said...

Just for you my dear warm and enticing one. Would you model it for me? I'll brew some java for the occasion. :-)

Karen said...

*humph* the image is blocked... will have to wait until I get home... the word "enlarge" has my attention!

Trev is such as charmer! It's good to have him in the story again.