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Posted by mc. FANTOME on January 12, 2009, 4:52 pm, in reply to "Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?..."
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Fantome is peaceful in his solitude. He is the watcher, and he lingers alone, quite separate from the rest of the herd. There is pallor on the horizon and soon day will come and he will disappear into nothingness as the sun flexes its fingers over the desert. The black wraith seemingly does not exist in the day, he slips into shadows to be stroked languidly by the curling darkness. Shadow and night are his lovers and when they retreat, so does he. It is not quite time for him to disappear, but he still frowns at the distant glow. His ears flicker of their own accord, hearing the scarce sound of sand shift beneath the feet of a foreigner. It is not long before a face and a voice accompany the swish of hooves.
His lips curl about the edges, but it not the awkwardly forced smile he summons in an attempt of being friendly. The ghost smiles as Kinh comes to him, the intrigue in the strangers face splattered across his eyes. “I am a spy,” he says blatantly, his rough voice riddled with pride. “I’m a betrayer of Andarin – I am in duty to Hypatia only recently.” Fantome looks to Kinh from a turned head, his body remains toward the horizon, as if trying to defy the Sun itself. “I am Fantome,” he adds, his gaze shifting away, ever watchful of distant places.
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