Fiction: uncategorized - Ação (David Luiz, Marcelo)
title: Ação
characters: David Luiz, Marcelo
rating: G
warning(s): none
word count: 370
author's note: I tried to keep the Portuguese to Brasil, not to the time period which is around 1654, still slaves around and enough time to have allowed capoeira to spread among the natives. For footballverse.
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David didn't smile when they entered the circle of slaves, only nodded his head slightly, enough to make his untamed hair shake. His counterpart, not as wild-looking, returned the gesture and they gathered themselves into their stances.
David made the first move as the drums began to pound. Slaves clapped and chanted generally while he bounced, side to side, forward, back, then forward, only to spin to his hands and kick his legs out toward Marcelo. The other man leaned back rhythmically and straightened, arms moving to the sway of the voices. He made his move, a simple sweep which was avoided before he returned to his fluid motions. They way he moved reminded David of the river outside the village limits, the way it adjusted and never stuttered.
He took a dive to jump over Marcelo, the latter bending over to allow it. Fingers scraped back but neither stopped this dance of war. David, now hiding a small smile, adjusted his footing for the final moves, hoping that his combat partner could read his intentions.
Stunningly, he did. Marcelo lifted, shifted, kicked, and swirled in perfect harmony and both were pleased to land just as the drums completed the musical bit.
As the crowd dispersed, David walked over to the other capoeirista, nodding politely. "Tudo bem?"
"Tudo bom? E você?"
"Bem, obrigado. Você está qualificado, meu amigo, muito bem." Good, thanks. You are skilled, my friend, very skilled
Marcelo smiled, his teeth surprisingly straight for the surrounding folk. "E você também." And you as well. He shifted his weight and retied his makeshift belt to kill the silence.
"Podemos fazer isso de novo em breve?" Can we do this again soon? David held out his hand, now smilingly openly and friendly. "Eu gostei deste." I would like that.
Taking his hand, Marcelo laughed. "Eu também. Podemos fazer isso em uma semana. Aqui?" Me, too. We can do it in a week. Here?
"Sim, eu vou encontrá-lo aqui em uma semana. Tchau, meu amigo." Yeah, I'll meet you back here in one week. Bye, my friend.
"Até então." Until then. Hurriedly, he looked for the slave driver and picked up his empty sack, disappearing in the tall stalks and leaves.
characters: David Luiz, Marcelo
rating: G
warning(s): none
word count: 370
author's note: I tried to keep the Portuguese to Brasil, not to the time period which is around 1654, still slaves around and enough time to have allowed capoeira to spread among the natives. For footballverse.
- - -
David didn't smile when they entered the circle of slaves, only nodded his head slightly, enough to make his untamed hair shake. His counterpart, not as wild-looking, returned the gesture and they gathered themselves into their stances.
David made the first move as the drums began to pound. Slaves clapped and chanted generally while he bounced, side to side, forward, back, then forward, only to spin to his hands and kick his legs out toward Marcelo. The other man leaned back rhythmically and straightened, arms moving to the sway of the voices. He made his move, a simple sweep which was avoided before he returned to his fluid motions. They way he moved reminded David of the river outside the village limits, the way it adjusted and never stuttered.
He took a dive to jump over Marcelo, the latter bending over to allow it. Fingers scraped back but neither stopped this dance of war. David, now hiding a small smile, adjusted his footing for the final moves, hoping that his combat partner could read his intentions.
Stunningly, he did. Marcelo lifted, shifted, kicked, and swirled in perfect harmony and both were pleased to land just as the drums completed the musical bit.
As the crowd dispersed, David walked over to the other capoeirista, nodding politely. "Tudo bem?"
"Tudo bom? E você?"
"Bem, obrigado. Você está qualificado, meu amigo, muito bem." Good, thanks. You are skilled, my friend, very skilled
Marcelo smiled, his teeth surprisingly straight for the surrounding folk. "E você também." And you as well. He shifted his weight and retied his makeshift belt to kill the silence.
"Podemos fazer isso de novo em breve?" Can we do this again soon? David held out his hand, now smilingly openly and friendly. "Eu gostei deste." I would like that.
Taking his hand, Marcelo laughed. "Eu também. Podemos fazer isso em uma semana. Aqui?" Me, too. We can do it in a week. Here?
"Sim, eu vou encontrá-lo aqui em uma semana. Tchau, meu amigo." Yeah, I'll meet you back here in one week. Bye, my friend.
"Até então." Until then. Hurriedly, he looked for the slave driver and picked up his empty sack, disappearing in the tall stalks and leaves.