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nexus_sages2016-10-28 10:16 pm
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Samhain Ball Redux - Second Star to the Right
Something flits through the skies of the Nexus, bobbing and swooping only to climb again, an ecstatic aerial dance. At last, mirth of the moment giving way to some other whim, the flying figure drifts groundward, turning and drifting like a falling leaf until his feet, clad in pointed-toed green suede moccasins alight. Forest green tights hug lean legs all the way up to a bright green tunic, belted with rich brown leather and a bright brass buckle. On his left hip hang a set of pan pipes; on his right, a black-handled knife. An impish grin curls his lips, his eyes sparkle with the promise of mischief, and a pert green cap sits atop his head, crowned by a lone red feather. Could this be the black-suited GQ cover model who makes himself ubiquitous in the better-traveled spaces of the Nexus? Could it be Schön?
It is. "People of the Nexus, friends, in the world from which I hail we stand on the cusp of a special day, a harvest-fest when the walls between worlds grow thin, when masks and costumes are worn to frighten away wicked spirits--or to invite them in on more congenial terms. Today we bid Summer adieu, and raise fire and song to meet the long night! Join me, for an evening to last a lifetime, and a farewell to a season well-loved." His hand rises, pointing to where two bright beacons blaze in the churn of the Nexus' heavens. "Second star to the right, and we'll keep on 'til morning!" Crowing with laughter, he soars for that distant point like an arrow, leaving a trail of sparkling, glittering motes of light for anyone interested to follow.
Perched on the border between the parklands and the residential district, the night sky is like a pillow of iridescent black velvet, on which have been scattered an embarrassment of diamonds. Like an enormous pumpkin, a harvest moon presides over the shimmering vista, orange and plump. The air is cool and crisp, punctuated by the crackling hiss of dry leaves in motion every time a breeze picks up.
At the center of it all sits a stately house of Gothic style, ivy-clad and waiting. A square tower stands vigil over the entryway, tall windows overlooking the flagstone drive looping around a fountain full of water as blue and bright as a tropical sea. In the fountain stands an island, and if one peers closely enough, one might imagine they see figures moving about--on the deck of the tiny ship anchored in a cove, or swimming and splashing in a lagoon, or even creeping through the wooded interior. Of the house, the windows of the wings seem dark, perhaps waiting, but the line of the roof is limned with some glow from beyond, and the faint throb of distant music promises that the evening holds more than surfaces. The door stands open, a silent invitation to every brave soul who passes by.
It is. "People of the Nexus, friends, in the world from which I hail we stand on the cusp of a special day, a harvest-fest when the walls between worlds grow thin, when masks and costumes are worn to frighten away wicked spirits--or to invite them in on more congenial terms. Today we bid Summer adieu, and raise fire and song to meet the long night! Join me, for an evening to last a lifetime, and a farewell to a season well-loved." His hand rises, pointing to where two bright beacons blaze in the churn of the Nexus' heavens. "Second star to the right, and we'll keep on 'til morning!" Crowing with laughter, he soars for that distant point like an arrow, leaving a trail of sparkling, glittering motes of light for anyone interested to follow.
Perched on the border between the parklands and the residential district, the night sky is like a pillow of iridescent black velvet, on which have been scattered an embarrassment of diamonds. Like an enormous pumpkin, a harvest moon presides over the shimmering vista, orange and plump. The air is cool and crisp, punctuated by the crackling hiss of dry leaves in motion every time a breeze picks up.
At the center of it all sits a stately house of Gothic style, ivy-clad and waiting. A square tower stands vigil over the entryway, tall windows overlooking the flagstone drive looping around a fountain full of water as blue and bright as a tropical sea. In the fountain stands an island, and if one peers closely enough, one might imagine they see figures moving about--on the deck of the tiny ship anchored in a cove, or swimming and splashing in a lagoon, or even creeping through the wooded interior. Of the house, the windows of the wings seem dark, perhaps waiting, but the line of the roof is limned with some glow from beyond, and the faint throb of distant music promises that the evening holds more than surfaces. The door stands open, a silent invitation to every brave soul who passes by.
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https://youtu.be/wjW3tZhdnyw
Bobbi gets a lot of baths. Fortunately, she's the kind of dog who likes baths. Splashing in the tub is fun, and getting toweled off is fun, and running around after is fun, and getting to cuddle in bed with them is fun! She's a pupper of simple but expressive tastes. Neither of his ladies have ever doubted Matt's ability to offer them comfort, care, and love.
"Oh, you can try, huh? Here where everyone can see us?" That's the thing about being the ones flying: they're kinda obvious. Socializing will happen when they're ready for it to happen.
https://youtu.be/O_QBC_pDkeU
Clearly Miss Bobbi Sox has taken to being very affectionate like everyone else in the home. Petting, following, snuggling... it all is monkey see, monkey do! For now she is enjoying being a flying monkey, trying to perfect the art. And she might have just discovered her own tail. Might be something else up here!
His eyes widen. The only thing he can do is open and shut his mouth before shaking his head. "Not like that, sweetheart. Though I agree that's a very happy thought." Being here with her at all that's a very, very happy thought. Simple but so true.
https://youtu.be/hf8aEaFOx-Q
Bobbi's had an excellent example set for her. Good behavior has been rewarded more than bad has been punished. Love has been easy and freely given. Her pack is strong, if small, and her alphas are good. Everything's just the way it ought to be for a good girl. Her own tail is another matter--this is a crazy every-which-way sorta night and she's got to explore everything!
Verity giggles at Matt's landed fish expression. He knows she likes to shock him with ideas he also knows she'd never follow through with. While he gapes, she presses a kiss to one corner of his mouth; the other side gets a kiss when he's done talking. "Later," she promises.
https://youtu.be/EhAL2pP0hsE
That's without the whole other world that provided him with a place to meet her. Let alone dance with her on air with their dog.
Tease and counter tease. That's the way this goes. "Later," he agrees with a slow turn for them both. "For now I can wow you with the fancy foot work if you like."
https://youtu.be/3eBnlAfvbqE
So many happy thoughts for them both. They turn in slow, graceful arcs while he leads; when she momentarily takes control, she spins them around a fair big faster and with more laughing. "Oh, please do. You know I love your fancy footwork."
https://youtu.be/m1cKYWuVOAk
Until the say she is no longer surprised, she'll have a patient and loving man right with her. All things have their time. Matt wants to spend it appreciating Verity as she is, becoming a better person with her as they go. Wonderful moments with the terrible moments.
Dancing with her in the air, that's going to be a happy thought to hold on to long after the pixie dust wears off. Matt holds her tightly as they go. Laughter is contagious. "You think this is what they're talking about when they say light on your feet?" He has a wiggling eyebrow for that. Hoo! All that spinning is dizzying. When they slow up he's ready to lead them into a few moves that would not be so easy on the ground.
https://youtu.be/81ZePes4NZs
Their moments together are all terrific, one way or another. Appreciating each other as they are will be another lifelong endeavor, since they're always changing. Changing together is much better than stagnating alone. Patience will always be a virtue between them; two human lie detectors and nowhere to hide will make things difficult sometimes.
Laughter is the best kind of contagious. It's right up there with kisses. And it keeps going, since he's being silly. Those wiggling eyebrows, such trouble! "Yes, this is obviously what they meant. And now I'm both excited and scared to find out what 'walking on sunshine' really is."
Fancy footwork in the third dimension! It's fantastic. And they've spent enough time trusting each other, in training and on the streets, for her to relax fully and let him do his thing. Somehow, she knows what to do, when to relax and how to reach for him again.
https://youtu.be/1MDvLgLCQvE
Nowhere to hide and no way. Being in Verity's company has helped Matt to be honest. The impulse to lie is human, automatic. And having to do whatever he could to keep his heightened senses a secret has made it a more instantaneous impulse in him. Every stumble makes them stronger, understand more, fire forges their patience.
"I'm okay with this much, thanks." Though he cringes at the thought. Sunshine...or the sun itself and all of it's melting glory.
They move together so very well. Matt takes her into a lift and leap. It's more flying holding hands than dancing. Ah, well. His grin stays on as they move together with the music. "One of these days someone's going to challenge us to a dance off."
https://youtu.be/Df0nYcWzocQ
The impulse to lie is learned. One they've both learned. One they're both learning to overcome. Being called out on it isn't fun, but it helps her learn not to. Every bad habit takes time to break, to be replaced with something better. He's her something better.
"Don't tell me the man without fear is scared of a little sunshine?" She reaches up to nuzzle away the cringing. "We've been spending too long in the dark."
Flying holding hands is just fine with her. A lift, a leap, a leap of faith. They've got this. "If they wanna lose, yeah."
https://youtu.be/OWlKZ6C7cDY
The time spent and shared is devoted to making things better in each other and in the world. Patience and care make it less painful.
Matt's face melts from a scrunch to peace again to nuzzle back. "Your kind of sunshine is the right kind. Besides, I'm a night owl. Don't go around telling people my weakness."
Dancing was fun before, and now it's more ease. A chance to do so even more. "Are you trash talking before any competition even starts?"
https://youtu.be/pkCyfBibIbI
Helping each other get better is a way of making the world a better place. If only it was enough to sate his appetite for heroics. She's not a good enough person yet to be glad he's risking their life so regularly.
"I thought I was your weakness," she protests with a huff of mock-indignation. "Me and chocolate. Too many weaknesses and we'll have to reconsider your night work, honey."
Easy and at ease. Dancing with him is like breathing. "No, just pointing out the obvious."
https://youtu.be/ZRuYQ9KRJms
Night work and it's hazards are a very big balance in Matt's natural charms. Any and all understanding from Verity's corner is more than what anyone else gives. Foggy still is ready with discouraging words and worry. Then again he is also ready to talk about the good work that Daredevil fella does. There's no winning. Not really. Not while the city needs him. Matt doesn't throw himself into the fray so recklessly nor does he go alone.
"Would you out yourself as my weakness?" he pulls back in a move to then twirl her around. "A weakness who knows all the other points to aim at."
Once she has spun about at least twice Verity is back in his arms again. "Say the word and I'll clear a space on the shelf and we can get a trophy."
https://youtu.be/_zagM1Memfw
Watching her parents' marriage fall apart gave Verity an interesting education about how relationships do and don't work. Encouraging Matt and being his helpmeet, she's got that part covered. Finding the line between helping and enabling isn't so easy for her. They're a work in progress, and in the meantime, at least she's watching his back.
"Yes, I obviously want to paint that kind of target on myself." She's got other, better targets on her already. Good places to kiss her. The places Bobbi dog-paddle-flies into when she's trying to get in on this dancing. She'd argue that all the places she's ticklish aren't good targets at all, but Matt might disagree sometimes.
"Hmm, so helpful, thank you." Her arms slide around him and she leans up for a kiss. "Which word is it, exactly? Bumfuzzle? Taradiddle? Flibbertigibbet?"
https://youtu.be/vv2DSmy3Tro
A year ago he would have never guessed a side trip between worlds would bring him here. One more happy thought.
"Obviously," he scoffs and shakes his head not even realizing what a peculiar truth they joke with. "Besides, I want to keep you around for a long, long, long, long time."
Their monkey dog dips between their joined hands and Matt stops short before she can be sandwiched. Silly pup!
His lips move in a smile but not enough to break such a sweet kiss. "No. The Matt, I want a trophy please words."
https://youtu.be/-gzC29VwE1A
"I don't intend on going anywhere." Not again. He's her forever, and she's holding on tight. For better or worse.
Bobbi doesn't think it's silly to want in on all this love and happiness! Alphas should share with the pack, and is she not their pack? Be a good alpha, Matt.
No giggles? Not even a smirk? Damn it. She's going to have to find sillier words. But... where? "Mm, right, those words. But I wanna earn it." Verity hooks an arm around Bobbi and the other around Matt to cuddle them both. "This is my victory."