lilmiss_anonymous

"Welcome to Hotel Oceanus. We hope you enjoy your stay." Mehar managed to say.
"I'm sure I will." Replied her client.
His gaze locked on hers, recognition shining in his eyes. In return, Mehar felt like clawing his eyeballs out. The chandelier playing with the lights sends it down in fragments upon them. The mirrors adorning the guest room focused on the two facing each other. 

They had met once, on a fateful night three years ago. The memory is still searing fresh, hasn't been that long in the first place. 
They meet again, for better or for worse...and as the night proceeds, their lives get tangled beyond separation. 

Note: The story switches betwixt two different plotlines, as indicated at the start of each chapter and in between.
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Under Cover

Three years ago:

The colours of the light melted into the night reflected in the water, a kaleidoscope, playing with the shards of light.

Samael leaned on the railings, fighting the urge to turn and look at her, Mehar.

To have your name called out can pull you from the depths of darkness and can also thrust you into it. A name is intimate, it's personal, and it would feel odd to use without being told to.

"How do you- You guys have the list of passengers," He grinned with the realisation.

"Wouldn't be out with a stranger if I knew nothing about him, now would I?" She smiled, turning back towards the shimmering waters.

He looked at her, a little mystified, when music filled the air. Slowly at first, then swelling and billowing till everything around seemed to follow its rhythm.

A violinist was walking by, accompanied by a singer. With a gaze deeper than the ocean and a voice that could go even further, she twirled around him, her vocals soaring.

Mehar turned to look at him, her nails strumming, following the beat of the palisade.

Her brown eyes, with little flecks of gold, in all their glory in the moonlight, teased him. She held out a hand, in an invitation.

He took it and walked forward, away from the edge, feeling the rhythm that pulsated through the ground.

The tourists about were clicking photos of the musical duo, and our pair was just one among the crowd that had started to sway to the music.

Couples broke out in tangos and twists and fathers twirled their little girls, some in excellent harmony while others not, but the sound of giggles and laughter filled the night.

Her head inclined, her eyes fixed upon his, magnetically drawing her close. Her gaze flickered to the joint between the left arm of the spectacles and the frame.

It was a play of light, a lifting of the shadows that drew her eyes to this, to something that looked like the last rung of a screw-on container.

It was in focus for barely a moment, before she was swept off again, but that was enough.

When the musicians played and sang their last note, the grateful audience applauded, as Mehar exploded into lively laughter with Samael, leaning into him.

The haze of the music wore off and she quickly untangled her arms from around his shoulders.

He looked at her through his eyelashes, as she reached out to him again.

Her hands came to rest on his spectacles, and raised them, before he grasped her hands, leading her into a twirl.

But Mehar had noticed how heavy the spectacles were and Samael had seen the realization flash before her eyes.

He dipped her, sleek, the hair that had been disentangled from the confines of her bun swept the pavement.

He paused there for a moment, looking into her surprised gaze, which shifted into a challenge as her aloft right leg entwined around his.

Part 11: Sway