#intersecting

“Leaf of Wayfaring Tree.” Trees. 1904.

Anni Albers, “Intersecting”, 1962,

Marco felt indifferent about summer ending. Once the semester began, it meant the slaves had more rules to follow, than the lack restrictions put in place during summer. But, the fact that slaves had more freedom, also meant they were more likely to test their boundaries, and wind up getting caught in the act by the djinn. There would be more shifts in the cells as a result, when school began, less time for him to check in on his casino. Which was exactly where he was on his way to, from the basement of the dormitory after working in the cells. Marco watched as a woman approached from the other side of them, her luggage in tow. A slave stood nearby, tapping on their cellphone, oblivious to what was going on. Marco vanished, one of only two djinns at the institute with the power of invisibility, and gripped the slave by his short, dark hair. He walked him over to the door, and planted his face up against the glass. “Abre la puerta. Open it,” he ordered. Marco wasn’t trying to be chivalrous, he just saw an opportunity to mess with a slave. Normally, Marco looked to cut a deal with a grant student when they screwed up. He’d rather make someone useful to him, rather than punishing them. Of course, he usually wound up in their dream that same night, just so he could turn it into a nightmare. But he also knew he needed to have his presence known to the slaves, remind them to be scared of not only him, but the other guards. The student opened the door for her, and him, letting himself through. Once out in the open, he reappeared and pushed the slave away, roughly causing him to stumble forward a bit. “So much for good first impressions,” he said under his breath. The door was still jammed open,as he stood to the side of it, brushing his hands off against his jeans.