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There hadn't been a mirror in the room before, but that never really stopped Alec. It was his room, and if he wanted a mirror, there was a mirror. And if he wanted it to always have been there, it always had been there. In this case, however, that wasn't so important. It was jsut the mirror that was needed. It was a full length mirror, with a delicately wrought woodframe. Fire and fire birds were carved into it, going with the decorations of the room. They weren't necessary, but Alec felt like doing it any way. It was those little things that made the big thing better.
He had stripped off his shirt and shoes, rocking on his heels on the soft carpet that was also fairly new (because sex on the stone floor wasn't very comfortable), before he began stretching out. Limbering up, he had heard hit called once or twice. Exercises performed before dancing so that the muscles wouldn't lock up. He had never been a very graceful person. His body never seeming to get out of those awkward teenager proportions (though his mother promised that he would fill out eventually)of being all feet, hands and joints. But he had also been trained in dancing since he was about eight, specific dances for holy and ritual purposes. During these he at least obtained a measure of grace. It had taken a lot of hard work, hours and hours of practice and tantrums.
It had paid off, he supposed. Though perhaps not in the way his teachers had hoped. The dances he had been taught had been to find the soul of the fire. To make it one with himself, to show his (and his people's) unity with the element. Alec, however, used it as a tool of seduction. He discovered that the dances had a rather... interesting and delightful effect on his pelmarra. Kai had said that he became apart of the fire when he danced them, his soul did. That he really was Kai's when he danced.
Alec rather liked that idea. He smiled in rememberence, moving slowly from stretches to the first moves of one of the dances.
But as much as he liked it, he didn't dance for Kai as often as he would like. It took a toll on him. The complete and utter submission to the fire, submurging his sense of self into the fire, shutting off the contact he had with the other three elements. It took a while to find his sense of self again afterwards and the other elements were always sluggish to respond. They seemed to be reluctant to return in the god's presense.
He watched himself this time as he danced, eyes forward on the mirror. In the background he could see the large fireplace with its constantly roaring fire, but he ignored it. Instead he focused on the movements and gestures of the dance. Which ones were "here I am" and which ones were "come and get me". He let himself fall into that state where he couldn't tell himself from the flames, but he tried to channel that bit of the fire that beckoned and hypnotized. Teased with passion, but said don't come near me, I'm dangerous. The wild hot, uncontroled, if you want me you're going to have to try and take me, because I won't come willing to you to warm your home. I'll burn it down and take what I want.
He threw himself into the dance until he twisted one way but his foot went the other. With a startled cry he fell to the floor. Panting for breath he sat himself up and reached over to feel his ankle. It hurt a little, but didn't seem to be sprained, only twisted.
Breathing coming easier now, he wiped the sweat from his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The fire behind him had become a huge roaring inferno, almost struggling to leave the bounds of the fire place. Alec gave a wisp of a smile as he leaned back on his elbows, head tilted down.
He had stripped off his shirt and shoes, rocking on his heels on the soft carpet that was also fairly new (because sex on the stone floor wasn't very comfortable), before he began stretching out. Limbering up, he had heard hit called once or twice. Exercises performed before dancing so that the muscles wouldn't lock up. He had never been a very graceful person. His body never seeming to get out of those awkward teenager proportions (though his mother promised that he would fill out eventually)of being all feet, hands and joints. But he had also been trained in dancing since he was about eight, specific dances for holy and ritual purposes. During these he at least obtained a measure of grace. It had taken a lot of hard work, hours and hours of practice and tantrums.
It had paid off, he supposed. Though perhaps not in the way his teachers had hoped. The dances he had been taught had been to find the soul of the fire. To make it one with himself, to show his (and his people's) unity with the element. Alec, however, used it as a tool of seduction. He discovered that the dances had a rather... interesting and delightful effect on his pelmarra. Kai had said that he became apart of the fire when he danced them, his soul did. That he really was Kai's when he danced.
Alec rather liked that idea. He smiled in rememberence, moving slowly from stretches to the first moves of one of the dances.
But as much as he liked it, he didn't dance for Kai as often as he would like. It took a toll on him. The complete and utter submission to the fire, submurging his sense of self into the fire, shutting off the contact he had with the other three elements. It took a while to find his sense of self again afterwards and the other elements were always sluggish to respond. They seemed to be reluctant to return in the god's presense.
He watched himself this time as he danced, eyes forward on the mirror. In the background he could see the large fireplace with its constantly roaring fire, but he ignored it. Instead he focused on the movements and gestures of the dance. Which ones were "here I am" and which ones were "come and get me". He let himself fall into that state where he couldn't tell himself from the flames, but he tried to channel that bit of the fire that beckoned and hypnotized. Teased with passion, but said don't come near me, I'm dangerous. The wild hot, uncontroled, if you want me you're going to have to try and take me, because I won't come willing to you to warm your home. I'll burn it down and take what I want.
He threw himself into the dance until he twisted one way but his foot went the other. With a startled cry he fell to the floor. Panting for breath he sat himself up and reached over to feel his ankle. It hurt a little, but didn't seem to be sprained, only twisted.
Breathing coming easier now, he wiped the sweat from his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The fire behind him had become a huge roaring inferno, almost struggling to leave the bounds of the fire place. Alec gave a wisp of a smile as he leaned back on his elbows, head tilted down.
