#cassian.001

[faronvasiliev-blog]

@cassiankunhee arena di verona, evening. may 14th

Echoes of applause reverberate back from all the outer edges of the amphitheater, the cast set in miniature against the backdrop of stone and clapping visitors. Faron settles back against his seat. Waits with patience for the tourists to leave, the crowd to shuffle out. The sky penciled dark above him, all the stars snuffed out to make way for pervading cloud. Uncertain shape that could be the moon, hidden behind a shroud.

It’s quieter when he stands, redoes the laces of one shoe before setting on his way. Crickets and the low cut grass. Stutters of conversation overheard in English, the lilt of two Russian tourists he follows in the path of. It’s the long, loping stride of someone who is not a tourist that catches his eye.

Cassian. Repeated aloud when he says the man’s name, catches his attention with a hand raised in greeting. Not so unexpected after all.

“Dein Liebe zur Oper eilt Ihnen voraus.” He smiles. “Wieso wundert es mich nicht, Sie hier zu sehen."

“Was halten Sie von es, Tosca.”

[ofhoratio]

@cassiankunhee may 18th, galleria dello scudo. evening.

Visitors come and go, drifting to the few rooms where the artists have arrived early. Business cards in wallets and pale champagne held between thumb and forefinger. A new exhibit, after all. VIP night. And all the while Hector remains rooted to his position, glass of water left full, the exhibit in front of him coloured in shades of red, black. Oddly enrapturing, even after twenty seven minutes.

There’s no neutral ground left. Nowhere safe, not any more. And certainly not this place, this gallery on the edges of what was once Capulet territory, who have had dealings with that cosca. But there’s more than a little madness in Hector’s veins now, that reckless blood, something wild in him come to stay.

His eyes trace the walls. The blocks of colour. Abstracted lines. Filtered light pooling a shadow at his feet. It’s one of the few windowless rooms in the gallery. He waits.