Amarin Diodati (Jul 12, 2011 12:06:05 AM)
*What better way to experience the pleasures of the bayou at night than by a riverboat cruise? Amarin had never experienced one since coming to America, and that statuesque, beautiful youth could be seen leaning his forearms against the railing, gazing out over the dark waters. His trim, proportionate frame was clothed in a stunning, tailored suit of ash gray, a subtle sheen to the fabric and perfectly paired with a crisp, high-collared dress shirt and black tie. Boots comprised of black, buttery calfskin, there wasn't a trace of jewelry worn, his natural beauty quite enough garnishment, that silken, dark hair left to nearly brush at his shoulders.*

Lilianne Girard (Jul 12, 2011 12:21:09 AM)
The music was drifting on the wind and the water, her own voice mingling with it quietly for another few moments before she opened her eyes again as the song came to an end. Taking in a deep breath of the bayou, she let her eyes shift around. It was then that she saw Amarin, recognizing him from the other night--who -wouldn't- recognize a man such as that? Standing quietly, she allowed her eyes to linger as she contemplated whether or not she should actually approach him. Talking with others had never been a huge strong suit for her, though they seemed to like her well enough. But how well did she really know him? He looked rather content where he was, after all.

Amarin Diodati (Jul 12, 2011 12:34:29 AM)
*He could feel the eyes on him, and standing not terribly far from the painfully shy young woman, Amarin turned his head to capture her gaze, a hint of a smile curving at his lips. Flawless black opal studied her features with rapt fascination, the very kind he seemed to have for all the world and her within it. The smile grew warmer, a hint of playfulness added to reassure her, to tell her without words to not take the moment too seriously.* Had too much of horses for the night? *His rich voice bore the slight lilt of humor amidst the educated, finely accented cadence of speech.*

Lilianne Girard (Jul 12, 2011 12:47:25 AM)
She hadn't even realized she was staring when he turned his head, catching her gaze and holding it easily. Like a deer in headlights, she was struck still for a moment, her breath catching just briefly, though his smile seemed to ease her troubled mind and it only took her a moment to return the kindness. If it was possible for someone to sound as beautiful as they look, he certainly managed to pull it off. Flushing just slightly, she nodded to the question. "Yes. I think I had enough of the horses, and houses today. What, uhm, what about you? I mean, not horses, obviously, but what brings you out here tonight?"

Amarin Diodati (Jul 12, 2011 12:59:29 AM)
*A brow arched deftly, and the smile only grew all the more generous and amused. Gesturing towards the river with a small, indicative nod, he chuckled softly.* Isn't it obvious? Look at the beauty that surrounds you. Can you hear it? Smell it? -Taste- it on the air? It's life, and it surrounds everything here. It infuses everything. It's a miracle, don't you believe? To be able to witness it in a place like this? *Dark eyes alight with a strange, enchanting vitality, his own passion and enthusiasm infused his words.*

Lilianne Girard (Jul 12, 2011 1:11:44 AM)
Oh, well that was rather stupid, wasn't it? Of course he was here for the beauty of the scenery. He fit in rather well with it all, too. Chucling quietly, her own was a little more on the nervous side, though she was still caught by his eyes when she looked to him. Daring to step a little closer, she brought her hands up onto the rail. "I can, yes. It is very beautiful out here on the water, and the music only adds to that, though it holds its own beauty." Her voice was soft, though she seemed to have a slight bit of confidence in speaking of music. "But I suppose everything does, doesn't it?"

Amarin Diodati (Jul 12, 2011 1:33:34 AM)
Everything holds beauty? *Turning those beautiful eyes to hers again, that hint of a smile still teased about his lips, a dance of pleasure and appreciation for all that he beheld. Considering that thoughtfully, he gave a nod.* I suppose it does. It all depends on how you look at it, isn't that true? Whether it be the beauty visible on the surface of things or beauty hidden beneath, there can exist beauty in the most unlikely of places. But I suppose that the old saying holds true, that it exists only in the eye of the beholder. I believe that a hawk or a fish would gaze upon the face of a young, beautiful woman and find her as anything remarkable. And yet we, with all of our faculties, can find as much beauty in her as we can in the sun setting every day, or in the telling of a sad story.

Lilianne Girard (Jul 12, 2011 1:44:04 AM)
"Yes." It was a single answer to the question he initially considered, though soft. She seemed to have a rather difficult time looking away--or at least keeping her eyes elsewhere, though she did try, consistently glancing out toward the water, for however brief a time it was. "I imagine that would be true, yes. We have a different understanding of the world than a hawk does, just as the hawk wold have a different understanding than the fish you speak of. But, yes. Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder, as you say."

Amarin Diodati (Jul 12, 2011 2:16:59 AM)
It is presumptious of me to assume that neither the hawk nor the fish have any regard for the aesthetic. I could be quite wrong. I suppose I'll never know, hm? *He laughed softly and looked back to the water, giving a bit of a peer over the railing as if he were afraid of falling. It was nonsense of course, and a gorgeous grin soon showed itself.* Do you ever pass by places like this and wonder how many people have died beneath your feet? It's romantic, in a way. Thinking of all the dark stories still waiting to be told while the earth keeps her secrets. *Macabre, perhaps, but Amarin was showing his 'youth' at least, and his adventuresome spirit.*

Lilianne Girard (Jul 12, 2011 2:29:06 AM)
A smile surfaced, and she shook her head faintly. "Not unless you could somehow make yourself into one for a day--kind of like Merlin did in Sword in the Stone. Disney's, that is, of course." She didn't dare look over the edge as he did--worried she might -actually- fall in, so she took to watching him and just glancing out in the distance. Giving him a somewhat curious look, she shook her head. "No. I tend not to think about death much, though I am sure you will find that strange living in a city such as New Orleans." She smiled a little, looking back out at the water in the distance, the smile fading as she thought more on what he said. "But they'll never be told, will they? Some stories are probably darker than the water beneath us, and I am sure there are stories beneath even that surface." Turning her head to look back up at him, she still appeared curious, though guardedly so. "What romance do you find in them?"

Amarin Diodati (Jul 12, 2011 2:42:07 AM)
The fact that they -exist-. So many lives and secrets and passions, even the passions that erupt in violence. I have something of a fondness for stories and mysteries. I've spent most of my life searching for the rare, the impossible-to-find for my clients. They are all addicted in some capacity to the unquenchable desire for what his hidden, what no other can touch or possess. Love, death, life...all of these things are maddeningly intangible save to those that possess them. Those mysteries just waiting to be discovered...you might say that I'm a collector myself. Obsessed with each moment, every touch and every experience. I facilitate my clients, and they facilitate me. Part of the reason I came here was because of the possibilities and the ease of access I'd have to all manner of curiosity and history. Profitable and exciting.

Lilianne Girard (Jul 12, 2011 3:00:47 AM)
Watching him, he seemed so enlivened by the talk of mysteries and stories, and finding lost items. There was an almost innocent curiousness about her when he spoke, her eyes were on him, rapt, in a way. "It sounds as though you are quite passionate about such things yourself, though it's no wonder. History and the stories that go along with them are rather fascinating, though I'm afraid.... I'm afriad I don't really know very many of them." She glanced away, embarrassed by her own inadequacies and lack of education beyond high school. The water seemed a fair enough distraction, her hair falling to hider her face some. "What, uhm ... what do you collect?"

Amarin Diodati (Jul 12, 2011 3:08:28 AM)
Experiences. Sensations. Beautiful things. *The smile was sweet, almost innocent as he watched her, leaning his side now against the railing to better observe his strange young companion.* I crave the moment above all else. To live it to the fullest. To touch and taste and feel as many things as possible. What else is there, when that is all that we are? When that is all that life is. There is no past, no future. No meaning beyond this very moment now, as I say these words. It's liberating.

Lilianne Girard (Jul 12, 2011 3:15:49 AM)
His words were far from who she was around others, though she oculd understand it to some degree. When she sang, she was different--free to be herself. As he leaned his side against the railing, she turned her head just a little to look over at him, her natural shyness creeping back in a little now, though the curiosity didn't seem to depart. "That seems a lot to accomplish in a lifetime, though I am sure someone such as yourself will have no trouble achieving what you wish." Pausing, she looked at him a little more fully before speaking again. "So, uhm ... how ... how do you collect sensations or experiences? Or is it simply the memories of them?"

Amarin Diodati (Jul 12, 2011 3:29:41 AM)
Of course. Sometimes memories are all that we have. You could argue that we are comprised solely of memories, and that who we are is defined by what we experience and remember. Therefore...maybe I wish to be nothing but beautiful. If I experience enough beauty and pleasure, maybe that is what I will possess, or what will possess me. There are worse fates to be had, wouldn't you agree? *Smiling cryptically, Amarin reached out to take her hand, and lifting it to his lips, he brushed a kiss to the back of it, all the while holding her eyes with those intense pools of pure, unblemished onyx. Releasing her just as gently, he pushed off of the railing.* Until we meet again, beautiful Lilianne. *Like that, he made his departure from her side, disappearing into the throngs of people readying to leave the boat once it came to dock.*

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