A dance for the symphony. (closed thread)

[Bloody feathers]

The man known only as the Crimson Concerto walked lightly across the well furnished halls. A very few actually knew him by his real name, Trance Solomon, but no matter, that was the name of a man long forgotten. His crimson colored hair flowing with ultimate grace, as bangs came across and over the small red tinted shades. His dear and precious saxophone held loosely to his side as he continued down the long and maze like corridor. One would only wonder, how one lacking the sense of sight could navigate without the proper tools. But given the line of work, and unique abilities he has honed, he has learned to manage and triumph over his disability.

His slender form never loosing its natural grace as turned yet another corner. The silk like crimson dress shirt opened loosely over his chest, revealing the black leather choker which framed his neck. The leather pants which clung to his shapely legs belles over his high heeled boots, as slits up the side showed off only a bit of his porcelain like skin. Chains which clung to a pair of crossing belts rattled in the silence. Finally sensing and smelling the scent to his room, he slowly brought his right hand to the door knob. The thick wooden door eventually swinging open to his rather large room. His employer Black Sonata, sparred no expense in spoiling his personal assassin.

Placing his golden saxophone to the right of the entrance, he released a slight sigh. "What a long day." His smooth and calm voice vibrating across the room, though he did not even bother in locking the door this go around. His thoughts trailing over his boss, as he removed his shades. Golden pupils glimmered as the black surrounding them only added to its radiance, a slight remembrance of the only creature he respected, the wolf who had stolen his kill. A slight flashback of how painful it was to have the beasts eyes implanted in place of his own. "I wonder what our dear Sonata is up to," his question referring to no one in particular.

 

[White Requiem]

“So-so much.”

The so very low gentle voice purred out softly while he smiled. Arms moving up, they gently snaked around the back of the other male’s neck, resting briefly then sliding down over his shoulders and back before withdrawing. Soft blue eyes shimmering a bit while gazing at the other.

The form of White Requiem being as easily recognizable as his voice. Standing at a mere 5'8', he was quit a radiant beauty of a male. Slender white beautiful frame from head to toe. One might mistake him for a girl were it not for his lack of a chest. The way he stood, moved, breathed, all adding to his feminine look as he was very beautiful and fit despite lacking true muscle. A soft smile playing to his lips showing off the perfectly straight white teeth.

Blue eyes watching the other while he stood there. The blue helping to match the rest of him so as the blue vest he wore over his small frame and the blue shorts. Long white hair ran down from his head as far as his rear adding to his desirable look. Stepping around the other his form swayed a bit as he did so. It was odd, for once he wasn’t directly at their employer’s side. Well Crimson Concerto’s employer and White Requiems master. Eyes watching the other beautiful male, he smiled gently.

“Black Sonata said he was to be here very soon. But he sent me to check up on you and see how you are. You know how he likes to make me ‘help’ in any way I can.”