Time: 11:15 AM
Date: 18 September 2013
Location: Manhattan, New York
Speckles of extravagant ambers and crimsons painted the dark azure sky. From his back patio, Claude watched the serene magnificence of a simple sunrise as he did every morning. The tepid cup of Earl Grey in his hand shrouded him with a sense of calm as the crisp air of the oncoming fall engulfed him in its temperate vigor. The horizon was no longer dotted with dinky crayon colors, but colors of unexplainable grandeur that have no known name. When the sun rose, he found himself once again in awe. He has seen almost one million sunrises just like this one, however it did not deter him. There was a simple elegance to the start of another day that even Claude couldn't comprehend, not that he tried to understand. He finished his tea in comfortable silence, an ambiance of heavy morning traffic overlapping nature's call. It had taken him a while to get used to the hustle and bustle of New York when he become so accustomed to the quiet majesty of a simple farm life. Now he cannot see living anywhere else. Then again, he did have a little over a century to adjust to it.
At the sudden vibration of his cell-phone, Claude placed the empty mug on the patio railing. It was a text message, a simple request to 'Call me' in the event that he was awake. He shook his head, having checked the identity of whom the message had been sent. It was Cupid, the only man who knew Claude better than himself. Of course he knows I'm awake, Claude mused as he dialed the number of his mentor. The phone rang only once before he heard a chipper voice against his ear.
"Claude my boy!" Cupid greeted, "I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"
"Nothing of import," Claude replied in a somber time.
"Good. Meet me in my apartment. I want to have lunch."
He wouldn't bring up the fact that it was barely breakfast. Instead, Claude responded with a curt, "Alright," before hanging up the phone and sauntering back into his apartment with the mug in his hand. As he made preparations to leave, he made his way to Iyla's bedroom door. Rasping on her door gently, he listened closely to what was on the other side of the door. When he heard no response he gently pushed the door open, peeking inside. She was fast asleep in her bed, huddled up underneath the heavy comforter. He smiled, making his way inside with little to no noise. Claude had no intention of waking her, not this early in the morning. He simply bent down at the waist, kissing the top of her head fondly before taking his leave. He did so every morning before he left, reawakening the sliver of his own grace inside of her with the simple kiss goodbye. With just a simple gesture he could be sure that if she were ever in danger during the expanse of the day, he'd sense it, just because he'd given her his grace.
He left out the back patio door, locking it behind him before he slowly transfigured himself into dark grey vapor. The mist pooled over the edge, slipping between the railings as it crept along the dark brick walls of his building. It was by far, in Claude's opinion, the fastest way to travel.
"Has anyone ever told you that you are absolutely dreadful when it comes to interesting conversation?"
Claude looked over at his mentor from the corner of his eye, watching the deity's psychosomatic limp with an open mouth smile adorned his features. Claude walked with perfect posture with his hands delved into the pockets of his slacks as Cupid slouched forward slightly with one hand on his cane. Despite the taller man's obviously longer stride, the two men walked in step, a symbol of their unspoken connection which had adapted over one thousand years. "Is that so?" Claude chuckled, "Forgive me for wanting to focus more on my job than two elephants fornicating in the distance." He opened the door to the nearest coffee shop, cocking a brow as Cupid paused in front of him.
"It's part of the job, my friend." Claude shook his head as the older man chuckled, walking into the popular coffee franchise with a grin, "In fact, if you want my honest opinion, it's the best part about the job. The art of lovemaking has always been my favorite past time." It was well approaching lunch hour by this time; people packed into the little cafe with full intentions on getting their coffee and leaving before succombing to claustrophobia. Unfortunately for the businessman standing in front of them in the line, he's heard exactly what the God of Love had said. Cupid locked eyes with the young man in front of them and smirked, nudging him playfully, "Am I right? Eh? Eh?"
"Leave that poor man alone," Claude nagged, "Why have you brought me here, anyway?"
"A father can't take his son to enjoy a nice cup of coffee?" To that Claude responded with an incredulous stare, one that always brought a smirk to the God's stubbled face. With a sly finger, Cupid gestured to a young woman with flaming hair at the front of the line, "I'm introducing you to your new charge."