Capítulo 29: CHAPTER 29 - ROOFTOP ROMANCE

Dazin (who is Sam after becoming patron) scrutinized the hapless creature whose eyes were glazed over in boredom, leaning on a desk with one hand moving independently. Slow progress ceased as the writer noticed a note pop from thin air at the edge of the table. "Are you really using stationary for hand-written letters? That's so arbitrary, we can send telegrams telepathically all the time that print our thoughts on the paper" it read, prompting Echo to lift her focus to the newcomer. Around him, the commonplace pillars were sparse, and as such the environment prolonged itself in this vacant wing of the Residence Erudite, where normally students would linger, focusing on given coursework in their own safe harbors. Dotted in the wet grass were cans openers that worked on their counterparts until the metal lids segregated, floating into the air where the metal discus extended vertically forming metallic pillars. In time, the natural element would be subsumed. "Is there something wrong?" Dazin asked Echo, who looked forlorn enough to rattle about in grim realities as students do, then throw porridge against a wall for the purpose of self-mollification, as if the spillage was an apologist for such an injustice. "Not really, do you think people will like handwritten letters? They're very down to earth, and a real chore" Echo submitted for his approval. Of course, a bland endeavor such as this was way out of character for her, as if she were vainly striving to be swathed in crestfallen blue. "Fine, if you want to be alone, keep it to yourself" Dazin rejoined conversationally, standing firm, looking stoically into her face to acknowledge that he would stay. If one can take a dream with a grain of salt, one can also take reality with a grain of salt. There is one grain. "No, Star-Map … wait. About last night, I just felt like we weren't really connecting" she replied. Their talk broke a moment as the patron watched the novice ways in which the nature of the room flunked in its quest to fashion itself. From the dresser beside the stream a group of polyester socks leapt out, swimming upstream like salmon until reaching the top. Crossing over to land, the socks returned down the hill and dipped their ends into the river until bloated with water. From there they separated out, finding their own places in the grass where threads unwoven collected twigs and leaves, sewing them together into clumsy branches. Echo looked ironically at the scene from the desk. Happy and fat, the socks lifted up the branches to form a mockery of a tree, until eventually a tiny hole would form on the body, and the water gushed out in one motion, deflating them again. The whole sequence of events was quite dissatisfying. "It's the same as what we normally do, '' Dazin admitted, blushing coyly. Echo was beginning to lose patience, even with her other half and his dashing loyalty. This was not a hard to grasp concept, after all. "I know … did you want to try something different?" she suggested. "What did you want to do? Anything but that …'' he gulped, reminiscing back to the era of the Trail War, when he had against the Couple's wishes sought to be the compass guiding all lost souls, and their final confrontation where she had destroyed his aspirations with brazen tactics in one fell swoop. Fortunately, his lover shook her head. Nearby the desk a mailbox grew out of the juvenile grass, propped up by its wooden post. Rotating, it molded its body and blossomed into a black flower. Both of them turned to witness its development as it expelled a plume of white letter dust, obscuring the desk. Getting up, she walked over to him, waving away paper cloudiness with one hand. Dazin put a hand on her hip as the girl laid one arm over his shoulder. Once more, they were interrupted as the stones below the waterfall towards the northern wall rolled onto ground, each tugging a strip of water in alternate directions causing them to snap as they continued their revolutions. "This room is dumb at everything" Dazin observed, until his partner with a tap on the cheek moved it back to its rightful position. "Have you read of that time when someone fell asleep on the rooftop at night?" Echo enquired, smirking in a way that was more confounding than calming. He shook his head to indicate that … no ... he had not in fact heard of that. Letting go of his cheek, she raised her hand, tearing a hole in the ceiling with a strike of mirror lightning. Flying through the gap, they alighted on the roof of the Residence Erudite. With inscription lined circles she impregnated the clouds above with color, releasing it to fresh yawning pandemonium. Dazin tore away his human guise, resuming his original form, first with a layer of ordinary maps, then to another type. Echo zigzagged her eyes across the breadth of his body, stopping at every vertex, envisioning the true constellations of the Star-Map. "Don't think about the color. Here … I will lay on the roof and you on top of me" she instructed. As he began kissing her neck, she ran her fingers through his hair. Dazin looked down, seeing with pleasure filled eyes how the flunking of nature continued unabated below. Pathetic … but beautiful. Going further, she felt the texture of the roof rough against her back. He could not help but look through the gap below, at the black flower that had just been a mailbox. They caught a breath after a hard kiss and with the clarity of dreamlike absoluteness, the empress pictured her game plan. "Do you know how swiftly a real night goes? I do. And I have a good trick up my sleeve. Let me approach your back" she whispered in his ear. Securing his consent, she passed a hand over his back along the skin and over the full length of the spine. Motioning with her hand his torso descended. Dazin groaned as the tool tightened. "This is the most important part, so don't look at anything else but me" she trained. Dispersing, the sky let loose the first of the secondary colors. Echo felt his muscles tense atop her, constricting in pleasure. With each succeeding thrust his energy surged, growing quicker. Damp droplets fell in intervals around them, heightening their senses. Assumptions like time melted as heat fled from their bodies, mild insubstantial wisps. Their passions extinct, she flicked her wrist, untying her arms from his, and nails from his side. Vision slowly returned from addled obscurity, after four or so blinks, and watched the colors engulfed by darkness again. Luckily none of the students saw them on the roof that evening. "Almost ... as good as I thought it would be" Echo considered, biting her tongue.