Thursday, February 23, 2012

A Scene Between Brothers: Khyff and Senth

Senth Antonello.
If you haven't read At the Mercy of Her Pleasure or For Women Only, here's a peek at the two heroes. The Antonello brothers are Khyff and Senth, the elder a prostitute, and the younger a professional thief. In this this scene, the two young men are arriving at the Ghost, where Senth is to meet his master, the Harbinger, Luc Saint-Cyr.
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As Senth approached, the beefy Kin bouncer at the Ghost put out a hand. “Hold up, kid.” She nodded approval at his brother with no more than a glance. Khyff waited while she motioned Senth aside. “You got ID?”

Senth opened his cloak, revealing the unmistakable insignia of the Thieves' Guild, a skeleton key inside a slashed circle, on the lining. No key required. He gave his Sen'dai's hand sign.

Senth's story
“Ffffftt!” The bouncer held up both hands and made an apologetic nod. “Sorry. Why didn't you say you were his right up front?”

“His shouldn't have to.” He brushed a hand down the front of the cloak. “And I'm no kid.”

“Sorry, sir.” She opened the door for both of them and bowed.

Smiling with envious pride, Khyff chuckled and shook his head. He held out one palm, and Senth slid his down it, hooked his fingers as Khyff did, and with hands clasped, gave one downward shake. “C'mon, Bro.” Khyff led the way past the darkened foyer.

Inside, music pulsed like a living entity. The throbbing bass tickled Senth's chest, and he coughed. Drums pounded. Colored lights swept the cavernous room. Strobes flashed across the congested dance floor, highlighting bobbing heads and upflung arms. Light glinted off human bodies slick with sweat. Bared and damp Kin furskin stuck out in points, laden with glitter.
Khyff's story

“Stay close,” Khyff shouted over the pounding music, standing next to Senth. He headed for the rear and left no chance to argue. They skirted around the crammed dance area. Senth liberated a few loose credit stubs clipped carelessly to belts and stuffed them into the pockets of his cloak.

Senth tried not to stare at the slakes along the wall, but their clothing and attitude declared their availability. He stopped to watch a pair of bare-assed male and female slakes bent over a low railing. Androgs handled their bodies like merchandise.

Khyff laid a hand on Senth's shoulder and nudged his chin toward the Androgs. “Comparison shoppers.”

Senth frowned up at him. “That's not funny.”

“Especially when it's you hanging over the damned railing.” Khyff jerked his head to one side. “Come on.”
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At the Mercy of Her Pleasure
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1 comment:

  1. The image of Senth on this page is so close to the way I see him in my head it's almost scary. LOL Curly hair, big blue eyes, a little scruffy, sporting attitude. ;) Luc would roll his eyes and tell him to sit up properly. ^_^