silkcut
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Post by silkcut on Sept 5, 2020 16:00:50 GMT
➽ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒs:
Ganesh + Shadow
➽ Ｐｌｏｔ :
In Los Angeles, an ex-convict finds himself in the company of a Mumbai-based mafia
and even thrown into the quarrels of their criminal outfit,
all while something otherworldly is at work.
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silkcut
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Post by silkcut on Sept 5, 2020 16:02:57 GMT
The anger was there, aimed at the woman whom he had taken to bed a while ago. But a small part of Ganesh wondered if it was misdirected. When he has her in his grasp like this, he could sense she was hardly ordinary to begin with, but he should have known this already after they laid together.
His bodyguard with the ominous pretty name intervened moments later, spouting out the same reassurance Ganesh invoked for him. He grinded his teeth and glared at Shadow Moon. Then he glanced back at Phoebe.
He wanted to take off one sandal and chastise the pair, like a father ought to for stubborn runts, as each rubber blow to the head, the shoulder and arm is struck for the sake of reminding the child that love and obedience should mingle with fear.
But Ganesh was no one's father. Not in the biological sense, no. At least not anymore.
"Did you know?" he asked Shadow, not specifying exactly what since he expected for the darker man to understand. Ganesh let Phoebe go and grabbed the same hand Shadow placed upon his wrist. There's pressure in his grasp, but it was almost like he wanted to be sure that his bodyguard was more real than the piece of cinema that unfolded before them.
As if sensing their psyche, the dark screen flickered. Images of Shadow's dead wife filled the surface, like snapshots of memories. Ganesh acknowledged them only peripherally and was annoyed.
"So," he loosened his hold on the man's hand but never let go, "You love her very much. Maybe it was mercy you didn't have to hold her broken body while she died."
Still in his peripheral, he saw Subhadra on the screen among a pile of bodies surrounded by gunfire and fallen concrete.
He shouted 'fuck off!' in his native tongue as he snapped his head towards it. The screen went dark again.
When Ganesh raised Shadow's hand, a coin appeared on his palm.
A disembodied arm holding a flower. Another arm has its hand raised and that palm burst with flowing water.
"Wealth and prosperity," he took the coin and laid it on its other side back on Shadow's palm.
Same pair of disembodied arms but different receptacles; one was an empty palm facing downward. The other was raised, holding a tooth of some kind. Possibly a tusk.
"Misfortune. Obstacles," Ganesh almost spat out the words. And then he took the coin one last time and moved it close to Shadow's mouth, "Think of her. And swallow."
He closed his eyes, as if he was in fervent prayer, uttering, "Pagalpanti."
Ganesh's eyes fluttered open again and he made Shadow say the word, "Pagalpanti. Think of her. Swallow." |
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Post by Cuppy on Sept 15, 2020 10:30:45 GMT
Shadow
Coin and death. Death and coin. His whole life right now seems to circle around these two things, and somehow they are connected, but not in a way he can understand.
Madness. All of this is madness. The whore, the movie, his life. And now his boss is trying to stuff a coin in his mouth, and Shadow is not even really surprised by it. Standing there he is swaying a little, his overloaded mind exhausting his body, and he wishes so much he’d just wake up and find himself in bed awoken from a weird nightmare. Maybe if he wished hard enough, he’d have Laura back in his arms, her warm body pressing against his, her wet breath causing goosebumps on his neck. The screen is flickering on and off as if remote controlled by Ganesh, and every picture shown is another nightmare.
“I don’t…” he starts saying, but that’s when he can already taste the coppery coin in his mouth. His mind is telling him to spit it out, but his body seems adamant to absorb it. Not fully though, as the piece of metal gets stuck in his throat, and he has to double over with a suffocated cough. So this is how he will die. In a whorehouse, with something stuck in his throat. It would have been funny if not for the fact that it’s not funny at all.
“Laura.” he thinks, and then “Laura.”
Maybe it’s a self-preserving reflex, but the coin is loosening and then slides down his pipe like a piece of mellon. There’s more coughing, but after a short while Shadow straightens up and finds Ganesh’ gaze on him.
“What did you…?”
The question is leaving him, seeming not important anymore. It might be madness, but he’s never felt better in his life. Another coughing that turns to laughter. And laughter turns to louder laughter, until it becomes almost manic, with tears streaming down Shadow’s face, resulting in him finally doubling over again. This time not from pain, but from an explosion of energy right in his guts.
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silkcut
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Post by silkcut on Sept 24, 2020 9:53:57 GMT
Ganesh stood and watched as Shadow embraced it—embraced her, this encompassing delight except it’s a thicker stickier, more congealed madness—too slimy to swallow, as it lingered at the back of the throat no matter how you try to drown it away with saliva or booze.
“Let it happen,” he coached on, “Delirium will pass. And you will feel everything. Everything is better than nothing.”
The old don could sense the coin. He could almost draw a map as it traveled down Shadow’s lungs, gut, and loins. But it was capricious too, and wouldn’t stay in one place at all. Like madness, it has free reign to roam wherever the fuck it pleased. And boy did it take Shadow Moon for a ride. It tickled, caressed and squeezed. Potent, playful pagalpanti.
Ganesh was envious and worried all at once. After another minute, he grabbed the man’s hand to help him stand, for halfway through the ride he’s collapsed on the ground. Phoebe—unsurprisingly—took the other hand. Not a second later and she’s embracing Shadow, patting him down on his back like a mother assisting a babe so he could burp.
“That’s what joy tastes like, no, sahib?” he smiled mirthlessly at his bodyguard while the whore was still rocking him in her arms.
His phone buzzed from the pocket in the robe he’s presently donned on. Ganesh snapped it open and kept his eyes on the swaying pair as he spoke to the other line. “Yes?” And then in Hindi, “On our way already. Everything’s fine. Yes, benchod, I know, the package. Quell that hard-on, it’s coming! It’ll be there in three hours, maybe four.”
He turned his back to add, “I have a wake to attend first. Yes, it will be quick. Whose wake? The bastard who pumped your grandmother with cum, gandu, so what business is it of yours? Just be there before me. And take care of the other shipment.”
In English now, “Have a pleasant afternoon.”
Ganesh turned to Shadow and Phoebe again to say, “I have other appointments to keep. Tell him or the boy…or that woman that we should reschedule.” He could say their names, but names have power.
“No need,” Phoebe shook her head, chuckling lightly, “You’ve already met her…through me.” She gestured suggestively at her body. “I am her avatar—every actress, every journalist, every talk show host, every glamorous model. To know her is to be entertained. To be swept away in dreams of fame and applause.”
“Great,” Unimpressed, Ganesh slipped his arm to lock around Shadow as he dragged the man away to the nearest exit, “So her altar was between your legs. Good to know. For next time. I’ll pray harder.”
“Don’t be a stranger, Ganesh Gaitonde,” the woman blew a kiss at the men and waved them off. As she turned away, she uttered, “We all need powerful allies in this new world where gods away from home like yourself might need to scavenge like the rest.”
As they passed through the doors, Ganesh soon realized that the sun was scorching hot at this peak of the hour, and that there are already many vehicles driving past on the lane. Have they been inside for hours?
“We’re going to see your dead wife now,” he told Shadow as he kept pulling his bodyguard all the way back to the car.
Wake then package, then new client, then wedding. The old don started ticking off that mental list. |
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