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Sully hated wearing glasses. While they hardly interfered with his vision – the lenses were fake – his peripherals were covered slightly, and being backlit could blind him. He had always wondered how short-sighted people made the decision between blurry everything, or susceptibility to ambush. He felt vulnerable with no bearing on his environment, but the situation he’d made for himself required it.

Conning your way into a Westend gated community was much easier when your hypnotically blue eyes were cordoned off by glasses. He’d leant on his Diarkis accent very hard to pull of the ditsy Imera routine, flashing a couple more self-conscious smiles than absolutely necessary. It had worked, but he wasn’t looking forward to sneaking out of the area.

Still, daytime photos of attractive Imera sold for a high price, and it was always a good excuse for a quick fling. Today, however, he was strictly on the lookout for a particular kind of beauty to snap. Adjusting his leather jacket, Sully removed his camera from his bag, fiddling with it for a moment, before raising it to his eye.

In that moment, Sully saw – by pure coincidence alone – possibly the perfect subject for a photo. A stunningly beautiful man, a light beard perfectly trimmed walking his enormous cat in a harness. It was all Sully could do not to laugh, in order to get the shot. Snapping a handful, he noticed in the last millisecond that the man had turned to look at him directly.

Uh oh.

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Regardless of where he lived, most of Rajab's life continued in the same way. He made his own schedule and no matter how inconsistent or indulgent it was, there was never any real consequences. But for a man who lived in the daylight world of his own accord even without being tagged like the majority if not entirety of his neighbors, it was what he had come to expect. Anyone who said money couldn't buy happiness must have been a liar or at least not understood commerce very well. Money could buy so many things and thanks to his parents, his life was no exception. He was practically above the law.

The only issue was the immense amount of free time that he had. He had no need for a job thanks to the way that everything in life was so willingly provided for him and no responsibilities save for to be a suitable heir. Which he was, of course. All he had to do was avoid negative attention and altercations. Simple.

As far as the list of what to do for the present day, the only thing that was immediately pressing was getting himself and his companion outside for some sunlight. The impressively sized feline that he kept had no end of energy and the walks were a daily occurrence. Often a multiple time a day event.

The looks that he and the serval got went unnoticed by Rajab, or maybe just unacknowledged. To be stared at wasn't something usual for him; doubly so when he had a cat on a harness walking beside him that was easily the size and weight of a medium sized dog. Even if it was just the two of them, he was speaking absently to the animal while they walked, using his free hand to punctuate whatever it was he was saying as if it could understand him. Judging by the way it continually looked up at him and responded with curt vocalizations and shifts in body language, maybe it could.

It wasn't of his own accord that he noticed the change to his daily routine. The serval had stopped walking and was staring hard across the street with the focus of a predator that had sighted its prey or something of equal interest. Regardless of what it was, it had the man looking down with a questioning hum and then turning to pinpoint whatever it was that had caught the cat's attention. Right in time to catch a lens pointed at him. A camera. That wasn't something that normally happened on those walks of his.

Straining at the leash insistently, the serval was doing its best to cross the street and was shortly obliged by its owner, who allowed it and followed after it with the lax confidence of someone who so rarely had to deal with any sort of conflict. Dark eyes caught the photographer and looked him up and down in brief silence while the cat just about did the same sort of thing.

Right. Talking to a human. He remembered how that worked.

"Work or hobby?"

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Atlas lowered his camera and gulped, silently witnessing himself as though transcending his body. Drawing attention was never part of the plan. Ah well, go with it.

As his pseudo-astral watch drew out, he took stock of a handful of things present in his new subject. Firstly, he observed that the man had a routine. The surprise that had taken him when he’d noticed Sully was one of a broken reverie. One did not have reveries to break while walking a cat, unless one were accustomed to zoning out during said walk.

Secondly, it was plain to Sully that the man was bored. Not in an unpleasant way. No, boredom caused by contentment produced an entirely different effect: curiosity. An unpleasantly bored man would look for distraction everywhere, not out of curiosity, but of desperation. The man walking towards Sully now had been presented with an opportunity, not an escape. Perhaps Sully could help…

Thirdly, Atlas noticed the man walked with an imperiousness that he’d only read about in books. He was untouchable by the world. Entirely impervious to scrutiny. An incredible feat for what was a man walking what Sully could now see was a serval. The cat was beautiful, yet seemed to be straining to lead their owner to him. Once they both arrived on his side of the street, he noticed they adopted the same stance and mannerisms.

Adorable.

The question threw him off, its bluntness particularly.

“Right now?” he set up, letting go of the camera and letting the strap hold it for him. “Work, but I could be persuaded to take a break.” He let a tiny smirk surface, before mirroring their appraisal of him, this time his glaciers moved just as slowly as they seemed they should over Raj. Adjusting his stance, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Runway or editorial?” he shot back, simply.

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Caught in the act. It wasn't exactly common for there to be photographers wandering about in the area, outside of those who did so as a hobby. But even then, they didn't dare to try and take shots of their neighbors while being sneaky about it. So clearly his would be photographer was someone who wasn't from the area. It raised a certain amount of curiosity within him, one untainted by any sort of apprehension or fear. The safety of the world that he lived in was lost upon him. There had never been any sort of experience on his end that meant he shouldn't trust the waking world. It was the nightcycle that carried that hesitation for him.

Dark eyes that were echoed in the golden eyes of his companion settled on the stranger, making eye contact in the way that made it clear that he had never lacked any kind of power in a given situation. It was something that he took for granted. Nothing was denied to him, nothing threatened him or tested him. His world was pristine and perfect; and as Atlas had figured out, boring. It explained without any question why he had been approached upon having been found out.

Rajab made a brief hand gesture and the serval sat, staring unblinkingly at the photographer. As with its owner, there was nothing more than curiosity in its gaze that was so devoid of caution. Its tail curled regally against its haunches, large ears held perfectly still and focused upon the strange accent of the man speaking. To a particularly keen observer, it would have been easily hypothesized that while the human himself was so unreadable, it was a safe chance to rely upon the feline in order to get a feel for its owner's current feelings and attentions.

His formerly impassive expression was changed to one of bemusement at the answer he was given. Not that he had expected that he wouldn't be answered. All of his questions were always promptly answered. For so many, talking to him was a privilege and he had grown used to that. In his own right, he was a prince, never mind that he was so far from his own home. He was never without his title and composure. And a healthy degree of entitlement.

To be questioned so immediately and without preamble was a change for him, but one that he was inclined to humor for the moment.

"Editorial, by choice." Being eyed over in the way that he was was something normal enough for him not to mention it or even change his posture. "What is your work?"

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Eyes flicking to the serval, Sully marvelled at the obedience. To this man, disobedience simply didn’t happen. Not out of tyranny, so far as he could see. The cat wasn’t resentful of the casual display of command. It just obeyed. Intriguing. They were both digging into him with their eyes. Not defensively. They were just clearly unused to the kind of intrusion he provided. Though he didn’t think either really minded…

The reply he received caused an ever so slight curl to his bottom lip, and the corners of his mouth stretched upwards. It answered his question, sure, but he knew both elements of Raj’s answer. His walk was far too measured, with no room for pomp. Besides, a face like that was wasted under stage lights. The second question only furthered his smirk. He took a moment to look at his feet, restraining his arms from folding, keeping his hands buried in their pockets. Unlike his impassive counterpart, Atlas was holding nothing back, facially. He was entirely enjoying this exchange.

“Depends on who’s asking,” he replied in a manner that could only partially be described as cryptic. “But I’m usually a landscape photographer. Candids are a passion project.” He let a sharp wisp of air fly into his throat, before his brow twitched slightly, smile unmoving.

“Is anything you do not by choice?”

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The loop of the handle of the leash was around the man's wrist, mingling in amongst a precisely chosen amount of jewelry, bracelets that flashed subtly with gold against his skin. Everything about him was so carefully cultivated. From the way that his own adornments matched the collar around the serval's neck to the way that the green embroidery in the harness was echoed in his own jacket and even the stitching along the bottoms of his shoes. It was immaculate. It was also a testament to how much free time he had in order to coordinate himself and his companion so perfectly.

"I'm the one asking." He stated it curtly and without preamble. It could easily be considered rude, but the intent was lacking. It was either a side effect of his upbringing or a loss in the translation between the language at hand and the one he had been raised to be familiar with. So many things went over his head, though as the time went on, he had found himself far more capable of catching and making sense of them. "Rajab." After a moment, he extended his free hand to the photographer. Manners were always important, regardless of present company or class. He had been taught to be fair in all things, particularly those where he was the one at the advantage.

"Candids capture the subject in a more...genuine way." It took some thinking for him to decide on the correct words to use, repeating what he had experienced himself on the opposite end from a photographer. Seeing himself from the eye of someone else in unassuming moments always had put things in a different perspective for him. To see how the outside world saw him and what he did made him more conscious of his movements and actions. It was so often a sobering experience.

Rajab laughed at the question - surprisingly softly given his height and the utter confidence with which he carried himself - finally adopting a smile of his own. "I choose to do what I need to. Even things I prefer not to do."

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It was all Atlas could do not to contort and clench his jaw. This man was certainly interesting. All the hallmarks of traditional rich imera trash, none of the revolting hang-ups. Well, at least not the ones that got in the way of conversation. The extended hand was a good sign. Taking it in a firm, yet short handshake, he nodded as though to convey an unspoken respect.

“Percy,” he lied effortlessly. “People call me Sully.” The pseudonym was a not-so-private joke, but without his actual given name to work from, it sounded perfectly reasonable. The only precaution he took with names was that they be distinctive enough to distract from him. He wasn’t exactly on any official records, so he wasn’t locatable even with his full name. However, word of mouth and screwing people over led him to use absurd or pompous names, to redirect from what people actually called him. Simple, yet surprisingly effective.

Raj’s response was one he’d heard before from other photographers he’d encountered. It tired him somewhat, purely because the people who used it wouldn’t understand ‘genuine’ if it sat them down and hosted an eight-hour lecture on itself. This time the usage drew him in. It was a stock response, yes, but not because he didn’t understand it. Because he thought it would bridge a connection. He left it without response, preferring to return to it later.

The laugh was reassuring. Good, he was being charming as ever.

“What’s the use in choice if liberation isn’t far behind?” the question was self-evident, uttered with a spark of rebellion and the hint of madness gleaming faintly behind his frosty eyes. “You’re right though.” He allowed a moment to foster, letting the question of what he was referring to linger.

“A momentary photograph can speak truer than a person’s words,” he elucidated, amusement tinkering with his tone. “Measured as they are.”

This was fun.

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Shortly, his hand returned to his side, rubbing his hand languidly against the top of the serval's head as if he were reassuring it that he was still there and safe. In turn, the cat stood upon legs that seemed to be longer than life and began to wander the area within the reach of the leash, batting idly at a dandelion that an errant gardener must have missed. The half formed poof swayed back and forth in times with the taps of its paws, bits and pieces of its wispy namesake going fluttering into the air every so often and rising effortlessly with the breeze. There was no doubt that it was used to keeping itself amused for short periods of time.

"Where does...'Sully' come from?" The way that he took a moment to get his tongue around the unusual name betrayed his unease with the language and when he did repeat the moniker, it carried the heaviness of an accent that the rest of his words lacked to that degree. It wasn't one that he was remotely familiar with, while Percy was more what he was accustomed to. "My name gives some people trouble, so they call me Raj." And more often than not, 'Raja' followed closely behind. A reference that he had been unable to appreciate until finally seeing the corresponding film.

Watching long enough rewarded him with being privy to an expression that he hadn't expected from the other's face. There was something else there behind what Rajab was being shown. "If you choose to do whatever it is, you take the power from it." His attention wandered, alighting on a hummingbird that had decided to hover within a foot of his person. Nothing about his reaction showed any sort of surprise to having such a creature within touching distance, as if it were simply an every day occurrence.

"You would know better that I." Impish. That was the word he had been looking for regarding Sully.

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“Sullivan,” Atlas replied, automatically. “My surname’s Sullivan.” That slipped out. Again, however, it wasn’t actually a problem to give it away. He appeared on no census under his actual name, and Sullivan was a common enough Irish name. Raj’s words moved from him with practiced ease, even if the tongue was out of practice. He was a speaker. His language didn’t matter. Sully tried, as he listened, to work out if he spoke the same language. He’d learned a lot of them growing up as he did. The offering of a shorter name whipped up an internal cacophony of laughter, but it didn’t translate. He was growing more impassive.

The power comment had him. Someone had a control issue. He barely noticed the bird, but once he did, he started piecing things together. Unlike Sully, Rajab had instantly noticed the little creature, but was struck by none of its awe, nor closeness. He was used to this. Perhaps animals congregated near him. Now close, Atlas could at least concede that it’d make sense. Or perhaps, more logically, his way with animals was a little less normally explained.

Raj’s simple retort earned a notch of respect, despite Sully’s preparedness.

“Probably,” he replied to the better experience comment. His eyes were practically devilish.

“Rajab,” he broached, tongue wrapping around the name with precisely executed perfection. “Raj, or would you prefer something a little more magnanimous? He-Who-Communes-With-Beasts?” His eyebrows bobbed, the flash of movement hardly leaving a trace on him.

“What’s your mother tongue?”

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It seemed as though Rajab's own line of questioning and comments had released the floodgates of Sully's observations. There he went, talking away and seemingly drawing his own conclusions. He remained silent while glancing from the hummingbird over to his company for the time being. The other man was observant but not necessarily correct. It was some kind of interesting theory, at least.

"Communes with beasts..." He repeated it with a certain amount of incredulity to his tone as if in disbelief of what was being said about him. "They are fond of me." That much was an understatement. All his life, there had been animals around. And more specifically, they had been around him. Not even necessarily pets. The horses that his family bred, the hunting birds and dogs, those belonging to other people. It was just a gift and he had simply shrugged it off as them finding something in him that was trustworthy. "And I of them." That much should have been readily apparent. The only companion that he had in such a bizarrely foreign world was a feline, after all.

The ease with which Sully had pronouncing his name caused him to take notice. As his focus returned to the photographer, his hand removed itself from its proximity to the bird and idly pointed his thumb towards the man he was speaking to. "Arabic. I was partially raised learning English. But...not so fluent." And far too prone to using strange and borderline archaic terms. It begged the question of whom exactly had taught him.

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Atlas chuckled lightly as Raj appraised his joke of a nickname. They were more than fond of him. The bird practically wouldn’t leave him alone. And the serval wasn’t just an obedient animal, it was an adoring one. He just had an aura about him. Fascinating, truly.

As Raj reflected on his own natural ability, Sully took the opportunity to remove the camera from around his neck, and tucked it back into his camera bag, removing the lens with practiced ease and speed. Everything tucked in its rightful place, he closed the flap and secured it with buckles, a zip, and a combination lock. He was paranoid. It tended to show. As Raj answered his burning question, Sully’s eyes widened enthusiastically. Smiling to himself, he removed his glasses and rubbed one eye with his index finger, thoughtfully.

“Well that’s good,” he replied in Arabic, slight tone of elation carrying through. “I speak it. I’m quite out of practice, however. Forgive me if I sound odd or disjointed.” He followed up with an apologetic smile, reluctantly placing the glasses back in front of his eyes. Now they were annoying him.

“If you were raised learning both,” he pressed lightly, eye twinkling with unconcealed curiosity. “Where were you raised learning them?”

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His pointing was short lived and his hand went idly to his pocket as if with the thought of taking out his phone, but the action didn't follow through. It was impossible not to notice the escalating expression upon Atlas' face and naturally it brought about unanswered and unspoken questions. The photographer was an expressive one - something Rajab appreciated - making it all the easier to attempt to understand him even given his own handicap with the additional meanings so many of the English words could imply.

The familiar language spoken in front of him answered so many questions in one fell swoop that his dark eyes widened in clear surprise. Surprise that was accompanied by the most genuine expression he had made since crossing the street. A smile. It brightened his entire face and its energy was infectious throughout his entire body; something that the serval beside him picked up on in kind.

"You have no idea how long it's been since I've been able to speak like this, let alone to someone else." The change in word choice accompanied his shift in demeanor; the careful way he had spoken and how equally careful he had been to restrain all emotion both dropped away for the most part. Happiness could have such a vast effect, regardless of how simple the trigger could be. "I was born in Saudi Arabia, but my family traveled often, so I know most of the countries near home. We spent a few years in Egypt."

For an Imera, the man was perhaps a bit too trusting. The man he was speaking to clearly wasn't one of those who lived in the immediate area and who knew what he could be after.

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The radiance erupting on Raj’s face was almost too much. It was at times like this that Sully resented his own ability to make people smile. Sudden eruptions of joy were a personal treat, a treat he wanted to capture on film. He could find it, rarely, by simply waiting and taking photos of strangers but he didn’t want that. He wanted this, this moment to be one that he’d immortalized. It was an idea for a simple series, and he was almost certain entirely unoriginal. But he didn’t care.
As Raj’s wall of stoicism collapsed, Atlas’ smile grew into a more genuine one, a self-conscious thing that caused him to lower his head for a moment. Those smiles – the ones that wanted to hide themselves in case they were stolen – were the best.

“You would be surprised,” his reply was light, coming through a gentle peal of laughter. “I haven’t heard it for at least half a decade.” The information Raj was piling on took him aback. All it had taken was a simple switch from one language to another to start getting information. He supposed Arabic was a relatively rare language to actually speak in this part of the world. This neighbourhood, certainly.

“So if you did a lot of travelling,” he pressed, genuine curiosity burning at him. “Do you still consider yourself Saudi, or Egyptian, or something else?” Nationality had always been an odd one for Sully. He was a New Yorker, but considered himself Irish. Yet despite that, hints of Polish and Iraqi bled through. It was an eclectic mix.

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Despite his own supposedly natural guarded self - a thing created and maintained purely by accident as the result of an unfamiliarity with his surroundings - too many interactions with Rajab always proved entirely otherwise. Behind the princely veneer painted upon him was what had to be something along the lines of the polar opposite of that reality. A little too excitable, a little too active, a little too trusting. But all in all, did those unlikely traits not serve him well? They drew others to him and despite the potential knife in the back that could be repaid to him, it had simply never happened.

"I haven't heard it since I was back home." Phone calls notwithstanding, of course. It was that, even amid so many other things, that made him notice the differences from what he was so used to. But as ever, some things remained the same. Such as strangers approaching him on the streets or sneaking candid photographs of him. That had been something that he had grown used to years ago, but it never had stopped confusing him even if it didn't catch him off guard.

"I consider myself Saudi." But he had never thought about the question itself. It begged a bit more introspection on his part, no doubt, to come to a conclusion that the other man would find satisfactory. "Though it has to share my heart with Egypt...so many of my best memories are there, along with a brother but not by blood." How could Egypt not have practically been his home after how long he had spent there and the solace he had found? "What about yourself, in that regard?"

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Atlas pondered back, deeply. The last time he’d heard Arabic was indeed five years ago, but it had been a passing moment. One brief exchange in the night. The exchange stood out, as it had been a hostile one, but it wasn’t significant. The last time he had consistently spoken that language was almost 12 years ago, now. He really was out of practice. Fortunately, the words weren’t out of reach – he made sure to keep texts in every language he knew to keep from forgetting – but speaking them was certainly a departure. The memories caused a flicker of a smile to pass over him, fluttering warmth in the winter.
Raj’s considerations amused him to no end. He found the musings to be most relatable. The origins were different, but having no fixed or stable heritage caused a great deal of indecision and split loyalties. Raj’s question almost caused Sully’s head to whip up, his eyes having been glaring through the man’s chest. A wry grin preceded his response.

“I consider myself Irish,” he replied, tone clearly one of amusement at the parallel words. “But I admit I am more comfortable saying I am from New York.” He chewed on his words for a moment, before allowing a bit more information out than were he working a mark.
“I also have a brother by no blood there,” he paused, voice quietening momentarily. Had. It’s odd, being from too many places and backgrounds to name one, isn’t it? Not like you belong to no place, but that you're from too many.” The switch to English was a momentary vulnerability. A stammer.

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