Schön W. Freund (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
u_can_have_it_4_a_song) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
nexus_sages2016-10-28 10:16 pm
u_can_have_it_4_a_song) wrote in nexus_sages2016-10-28 10:16 pm
Entry tags:
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.
((Happy Halloween! Enjoy the festivities, threadhopping is encouraged, tag back whenever you have time, and don't worry about missing out--we'll still be here when you get back.)) YouTube Playlist Visualosity Entrance Ballroom Banquet Bonfire Dark Corners  |
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."