#p:dancer

[aphroditexmp]

Dancer | Aphrodite & Phobetor

For @phobetorxmp

Aphrodite was a wonderful hostess - she was impeccably dressed at all times, her food was wonderful and her apartment absolutely divine. From the moment that one entered, there was no doubt that they were stepping into an enchantment: a soft haze seemed to fill the rooms, with the gentle lingering of roses in the air. It wasn’t a spell or even a conscious decorative decision though; just a by-product of having Aphrodite inhabit the apartment for so long.

“Cocktails before dinner, sweetheart?” she asked, coming into the living room with two glasses of her signature drinks: sweet and fruity, with a dash of a sparkling charm. Her long skirt floated behind her, her skin glowing as the chiffon draped against her curves. She handed one of the glasses to Phobetor before going to turn on the music, “Dinner is almost ready too. Just in the oven for a little longer.”

[kxvinowxns]

He had just settled into his new condo near downtown; the condo development was brand-new and very conveniently located to just about everything. He’d taken to going for a little walk every afternoon he was home, just picking a direction and walking until he found something of interest. Today he’d found a small strip mall only three blocks away, one that was hidden by the tall towers of apartment buildings around it. He was in the middle of checking it out when he saw the sign advertising the grand opening of the new Halloween Alley at the far end. All thoughts of looking at anything else went out the window as he hurried to the other side of the mall to the Halloween store. 

Halloween was always fun. He had vivid memories of Halloweens past with his best friend as a kid. His own family was very Catholic and didn’t really go all out, but his friend’s family did, decorating their yard with all kinds of spooky delights. They would do full makeup and trick or treat until all the porch lights were off. 

He barreled into the store, barely able to see in the dim interior after being out in the bright sun and not wearing sunglasses. He turned a corner and walked straight into a young woman, nearly knocking her over. “Je m’excuse, mademoiselle. I’m sorry, I’ll slow down.” He held onto her arm just above the elbow until he was sure she was steady on her feet again, blinking as his vision acclimatized. “Are you all right? Etes-vous bien?”

@luna-vivere