Salvador's Reflection
A short fic byladyinpink602
SALVADOR’S REFLECTION
Writer's Note: After their idyllic holiday together in Cadaques, Salvador Dali reflects on his relationship with Federico Garcia Lorca. It is movie-based but with an extended time frame.
With a small smile of satisfaction Salvador gazed at his reflection in the mirror. His black hair, slicked back and silky smooth, was tucked by his ears, and the kohl gave his eyes extra prominence - that pleased him, he would continue with that experiment. Satisfied with his appearance, he brushed a spec of dust off his grey jacket and played with the cuffs on his shirt. He was in no rush to get to the cafe; the later he arrived, the more of an entrance he would make. That gave him pleasure. Men and women admired his beauty as they did his art and why shouldn’t they?
He contemplated the evening ahead - the meeting of friends, animated conversation, music and wine, lots of it. Louis would be there, loud and extrovert as ever, and of course Federico. Federico, genius, renowned poet, and, most importantly his lover. As Salvador stared at his reflection Federico’s image appeared in the mirror, moving out of the shadows until their bodies merged into one.
As the image faded Salvador became aware of a chill in the room; he frowned and rubbed his arms with vigour. There were times when he wondered where Federico ended and Salvador began. From their first meeting he had been aware of a connection between them -a spiritual joining - even before the heady force of Federico’s personality had pulled him, inexorably, into his orbit.
In his mind’s eye he could see Federico at the café surrounded by their friends. A man made for friendship, weaving his magic spell as he won over others. Salvador smiled. He knew how Federico’s face would change when he walked into the room. His eyes, full of desire and longing, would lock with his own and follow his every move. Federico did little to disguise his passion and Salvador found this intoxicating. It gave him power and he used it, flaunting their closeness in front of others.
Did he love Federico? Yes he did - as far as he could love anyone. Was his love the all consuming passion that had Federico in its grasp? He doubted it. Even in their most intimate moments he couldn’t abandon himself completely; when kisses and hugs threatened to turn into something more, he always drew back, listening to the inner voice that cautioned against the impetuous rush into Federico’s arms.
Emerging from his reflections, Salvador looked at his watch. Time to leave. Time to saunter across the street and make his way to the café. Time to make his entrance and greet his friends; time to meet up with Federico and imbibe his adoration.
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SALVADOR’S REFLECTION
Writer's Note: After their idyllic holiday together in Cadaques, Salvador Dali reflects on his relationship with Federico Garcia Lorca. It is movie-based but with an extended time frame.
With a small smile of satisfaction Salvador gazed at his reflection in the mirror. His black hair, slicked back and silky smooth, was tucked by his ears, and the kohl gave his eyes extra prominence - that pleased him, he would continue with that experiment. Satisfied with his appearance, he brushed a spec of dust off his grey jacket and played with the cuffs on his shirt. He was in no rush to get to the cafe; the later he arrived, the more of an entrance he would make. That gave him pleasure. Men and women admired his beauty as they did his art and why shouldn’t they?
He contemplated the evening ahead - the meeting of friends, animated conversation, music and wine, lots of it. Louis would be there, loud and extrovert as ever, and of course Federico. Federico, genius, renowned poet, and, most importantly his lover. As Salvador stared at his reflection Federico’s image appeared in the mirror, moving out of the shadows until their bodies merged into one.
As the image faded Salvador became aware of a chill in the room; he frowned and rubbed his arms with vigour. There were times when he wondered where Federico ended and Salvador began. From their first meeting he had been aware of a connection between them -a spiritual joining - even before the heady force of Federico’s personality had pulled him, inexorably, into his orbit.
In his mind’s eye he could see Federico at the café surrounded by their friends. A man made for friendship, weaving his magic spell as he won over others. Salvador smiled. He knew how Federico’s face would change when he walked into the room. His eyes, full of desire and longing, would lock with his own and follow his every move. Federico did little to disguise his passion and Salvador found this intoxicating. It gave him power and he used it, flaunting their closeness in front of others.
Did he love Federico? Yes he did - as far as he could love anyone. Was his love the all consuming passion that had Federico in its grasp? He doubted it. Even in their most intimate moments he couldn’t abandon himself completely; when kisses and hugs threatened to turn into something more, he always drew back, listening to the inner voice that cautioned against the impetuous rush into Federico’s arms.
Emerging from his reflections, Salvador looked at his watch. Time to leave. Time to saunter across the street and make his way to the café. Time to make his entrance and greet his friends; time to meet up with Federico and imbibe his adoration.
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