Saint Dharumis II
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Saint Dharumis II
Saint Dharumis II
The music had started now and they were swaying slowly between the other couples. D looked up at Dharumis. He was very handsome and charming and despite the initial apprehension, was lighter on his feet than she had anticipated. She let out a small laugh and raised herself upon her toes to place her lips next to his ear. "The D... stands for D." She pulled back and smiled. "Honestly. Go figure at the imagination of my parents"
Dharumis agreed; the name was very lazy on behalf of the parents. But he dared not say such a thing; besides, it was a very intriguing name: no apparent meaning, no history, just a single, beautiful syllable: Dee. It was mysterious without her efforts. It left him wanting more.
When D pulled back from him, Dharumis' hands flinched; he had assumed that his grip was too tight, or too low, and that was her subtle way of telling him to be careful. But when she smiled at him, that doubt was removed. He smiled back out of courtesy, but found that no effort was required to bend his mouth into its asymmetrical grin.
When D was a child, her name had been the bane of her existence. Yet as the years passed she had learnt how to use it effectively. Her name was a canvas on which she could create herself. Dill. Delilah. Danni. All names she used in the past. Davina. The name had been poised upon the tip of her tong, yet she’d faltered and spoken the truth. As to why, she was unsure. But when he smiled at her D’s stomach clenched. He had such a boyish charm about himself that kept her intrigued. She had spoken of mystery and yet she hadn’t even seen Dharumis’ eyes.
The song had gained a little speed by now and D could feel that they were starting to twirl a little faster, the hem of her dress twisting its way around their legs. “Do you attend these events often?”
"I've never been to a Gaian ball before," Dharumis answered, "but I'm glad I chose tonight as my first." Had he wanted to try, he would not have been able to remove the smile from his face.
It was during the ensuing silence that Dharumis noticed the tempo change in the music, having happened without his awareness. He, usually a butterfly with clipped wings in social situations, was having such a grand time that he needed not give it any thought. If she was not in front of him, smiling, if he did not feel her soft hands upon his shoulders, he would not believe what he saw.
The song ended in a tremolo; a thick, hearty chord pounded out of the ebony piano on the stage. When the hands ceased, the notes decrescendoed into silence, and as dictated by the rest of the crowd, he and D turned to the performers to applaud. It was when he was not gliding across the dance floor that Dharumis noticed how fiery their chemistry had left his body. He could be sure he was blushing again. Turning to D, he asked:
"I'm going to get a drink. Can I get you one?"
D lowered her hands after the applause and turned towards Daharumis. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear she nodded once at his request. "May I recommend the punch? It has a most distinct twist to it that I can't quite place." Lifting her gaze to meet his she felt her cheeks heat up at their closeness. Scolding herself silently she pulled the fan from her sash and flicked it open. What must he think of her! Lighting up like a candle at their mere proximity. “Shall I wait for you at the seats?” D gestured towards the armchair Dharumis had previously occupied and flashed him a smile.
Nodding to D, Dharumis turned and filtered through the crowd surrounding the dance floor. Assuming that the punch's "distinct twist" would be coming from the bar, he searched there first. The search was to no avail, so he probed the area with the hors-d'œuvre tables, at which point he found the bowl of gaudy liquid. Walking to it, he picked up a duck rilette and placed it in his mouth, chewing as he dipped a cup into the bowl. Collecting but a few drops, he swallowed the appetizer and tasted the punch. It was much too sweet for his taste, and he definitely recognized the kick D mentioned, but looking over to the bar, there were simply too many people to effectively obtain a more refined beverage. Even a straight glass of scotch would take too long to be poured, with so many orders to fill. Sighing, Dharumis grabbed two napkins and placed them in his front pocket. He filled his cup half full and D's three-fourths.
He returned to her as quickly as he could without grazing anyone's shoulders, lest he stained someone's tuxedo jacket, and upon making his way to the lounge said, "sorry for the delay," before placing his cup on a coaster. He held her cup from the bottom with his newly freed hand, took his fingers out of the handle, and offered it to her.