BlackSplash
Space Elder
BlackSplash
Space Elder
CastoffCaptain
Dapper Phantom
13,500 Points
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Will Edric
We’re gonna shine on through the night
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The ancient ones were the best. She was a beauty, this one, robin’s egg blue, wood panels gleaming, her engine whisper-singing under the pulsating rhythm of Adam and the Ants. Arm dangling out the window, one eye on the clouds in the distance, daring them to draw nearer, Will caressed the Morris Minor just above her door handle. She wasn’t his, specifically. She belonged to the Company, but they all thrilled in the magic she created. It was glorious to touch her. Her magic thrummed under her paint, purred beneath her white-walled tires, and turned heads no matter where she went. He made a left without signaling.
Down one street, up another, winding his way toward another sort of magic. He could feel it on the wind, smell it like a land-locked sailor scents the ocean. The magic of creation, creativity, the creator. Her creations. His niece, of a sort, although the blood ties were more complicated than that, far more distant. Soon to be less so, if he could tease a little kindness from Fate. Or thieve it. A smile curled the edges of his lips, lifting the whorled ends of his moustache.
He parked on the edge of the street and stepped out, black boots grinding pebbles beneath them. Sunlight set his hair afire, from the tip of his tiny ponytail to the end of the loose strand undulating in the breeze. Unerring strides carried him to her workshop. He could have found it with his eyes closed; her creativity radiated from it, warming his bones, calling to him. Knuckling his sunglasses a little higher up the bridge of his nose, he slowed his pace to a stroll and surveyed the shed’s windows. Opaque from this side, he couldn’t see in, but she could see out, and he stopped where she might most easily spy him. Black pants, buckled boots, and a white shirt that made a pass at billowy, he stood like a man taller than himself on the little patch of emerald grass. Smiling. Just barely, a brow cocked, but smiling.
“Donnie,” he whispered, an invitation, a request, a summons.
We’re gonna shine on through the night
- burning like a fire,
- like every woman, every man.
- Sparkle for me, baby…
- The universe is in your hands!
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The ancient ones were the best. She was a beauty, this one, robin’s egg blue, wood panels gleaming, her engine whisper-singing under the pulsating rhythm of Adam and the Ants. Arm dangling out the window, one eye on the clouds in the distance, daring them to draw nearer, Will caressed the Morris Minor just above her door handle. She wasn’t his, specifically. She belonged to the Company, but they all thrilled in the magic she created. It was glorious to touch her. Her magic thrummed under her paint, purred beneath her white-walled tires, and turned heads no matter where she went. He made a left without signaling.
Down one street, up another, winding his way toward another sort of magic. He could feel it on the wind, smell it like a land-locked sailor scents the ocean. The magic of creation, creativity, the creator. Her creations. His niece, of a sort, although the blood ties were more complicated than that, far more distant. Soon to be less so, if he could tease a little kindness from Fate. Or thieve it. A smile curled the edges of his lips, lifting the whorled ends of his moustache.
He parked on the edge of the street and stepped out, black boots grinding pebbles beneath them. Sunlight set his hair afire, from the tip of his tiny ponytail to the end of the loose strand undulating in the breeze. Unerring strides carried him to her workshop. He could have found it with his eyes closed; her creativity radiated from it, warming his bones, calling to him. Knuckling his sunglasses a little higher up the bridge of his nose, he slowed his pace to a stroll and surveyed the shed’s windows. Opaque from this side, he couldn’t see in, but she could see out, and he stopped where she might most easily spy him. Black pants, buckled boots, and a white shirt that made a pass at billowy, he stood like a man taller than himself on the little patch of emerald grass. Smiling. Just barely, a brow cocked, but smiling.
“Donnie,” he whispered, an invitation, a request, a summons.
BlackSplash
Space Elder
CastoffCaptain
Dapper Phantom
13,500 Points
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100
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Will Edric
We’re gonna shine on through the night
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Will laughed. It was a rich sound, full and vibrant and sweet, like honey in the sun. Donnie's surprise was so complete he could do nothing but laugh, although it lacked the sting of mockery. He was pleased, and it showed in the crows' feet crinkling from behind his sunglasses and in the full compliment of blindingly white, perfect teeth forming the majority of his grin.
"Hello, Trouble. The Company's back in town, so I thought I'd stop by and see my favorite of favorites. How've you been?"
He crossed the lawn and reached out for her, intending to sweep her off her feet and swirl her around in his arms as he'd done when she was a child. Whether or not she'd let him was another matter; she was far from thirteen any longer, and time had spread out between them.
We’re gonna shine on through the night
- burning like a fire,
- like every woman, every man.
- Sparkle for me, baby…
- The universe is in your hands!
_____________________________
Will laughed. It was a rich sound, full and vibrant and sweet, like honey in the sun. Donnie's surprise was so complete he could do nothing but laugh, although it lacked the sting of mockery. He was pleased, and it showed in the crows' feet crinkling from behind his sunglasses and in the full compliment of blindingly white, perfect teeth forming the majority of his grin.
"Hello, Trouble. The Company's back in town, so I thought I'd stop by and see my favorite of favorites. How've you been?"
He crossed the lawn and reached out for her, intending to sweep her off her feet and swirl her around in his arms as he'd done when she was a child. Whether or not she'd let him was another matter; she was far from thirteen any longer, and time had spread out between them.
BlackSplash
Space Elder
CastoffCaptain
Dapper Phantom
13,500 Points
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100
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100
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Will Edric
We’re gonna shine on through the night
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She had changed, of course-- those of her blood did. It was still slightly disconcerting, even after so many, many years of seeing friend after lover after enemy age, wither, and die. The difference was made all the clearer by his absence from her; change was inevitable, like the tide, but that made it no less difficult to accept, especially when so much of the old world, the old ways, were sliding further and further away.
He held her at arm's length, studying her before he whipped his sunglasses off and tucked them in a shirt pocket that seemed to appear from nowhere, possibly hidden within the blowsy folds of the material. Blue-green eyes crinkled at her, so bright a shade that it seemed they'd been dyed in the waters of the Caribbean.
"Has it been so long?" The question was a laugh, brushing her own to the side. "Quite the lovely place, by the way. Rustic," he peered over her shoulder, one brow arcing at the shed. "Have I caught you a good time? I'd like to take you out for ... what do you drink now, tea? Coffee? And catch up. We're only a few miles west, right by the old barrow. All the old rascals who used to tease you are there."
(OOC: Noooo big. smile I've been busy, too!
We’re gonna shine on through the night
- burning like a fire,
- like every woman, every man.
- Sparkle for me, baby…
- The universe is in your hands!
_____________________________
She had changed, of course-- those of her blood did. It was still slightly disconcerting, even after so many, many years of seeing friend after lover after enemy age, wither, and die. The difference was made all the clearer by his absence from her; change was inevitable, like the tide, but that made it no less difficult to accept, especially when so much of the old world, the old ways, were sliding further and further away.
He held her at arm's length, studying her before he whipped his sunglasses off and tucked them in a shirt pocket that seemed to appear from nowhere, possibly hidden within the blowsy folds of the material. Blue-green eyes crinkled at her, so bright a shade that it seemed they'd been dyed in the waters of the Caribbean.
"Has it been so long?" The question was a laugh, brushing her own to the side. "Quite the lovely place, by the way. Rustic," he peered over her shoulder, one brow arcing at the shed. "Have I caught you a good time? I'd like to take you out for ... what do you drink now, tea? Coffee? And catch up. We're only a few miles west, right by the old barrow. All the old rascals who used to tease you are there."
(OOC: Noooo big. smile I've been busy, too!
BlackSplash
Space Elder
CastoffCaptain
Dapper Phantom
13,500 Points
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100
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100
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Will Edric
We’re gonna shine on through the night
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Will let her effusiveness roll over him, happy to be in her presence. Business could be mixed with pleasure. He positively glowed, in fact, until she mentioned Isla. His face remained pleasant, smiling, aside from the tiniest narrowing of his mouth. He let the comment fall like a wet, dirty sock between them.
The shed called to him. So much glamour poured forth from it that it was difficult to resist striding over to it to bask and recharge in the creative essence Donnie unwittingly imbued it with.
Still. A little taste. Just to tide him over. The need drove him to speak, along with a natural curiosity borne from fondness for his niece and her natural (ha! Natural) abilities. "You can have all the chocolate cake you can possibly eat. My wallet's full at the moment. Just as long as you've gotten over how it used to make you hyper, and if you let me have a peek at your creations. Perhaps we can bring a few over to the lads to see, as well. They'd like to see how you've improved, you know, just as much as I do. We've got an entirely new repertoire this season. It's all centered around Good Folk, and we could use some fresh costumes. Masks. What have you."
The smile deepened, curving into mischief.
We’re gonna shine on through the night
- burning like a fire,
- like every woman, every man.
- Sparkle for me, baby…
- The universe is in your hands!
_____________________________
Will let her effusiveness roll over him, happy to be in her presence. Business could be mixed with pleasure. He positively glowed, in fact, until she mentioned Isla. His face remained pleasant, smiling, aside from the tiniest narrowing of his mouth. He let the comment fall like a wet, dirty sock between them.
The shed called to him. So much glamour poured forth from it that it was difficult to resist striding over to it to bask and recharge in the creative essence Donnie unwittingly imbued it with.
Still. A little taste. Just to tide him over. The need drove him to speak, along with a natural curiosity borne from fondness for his niece and her natural (ha! Natural) abilities. "You can have all the chocolate cake you can possibly eat. My wallet's full at the moment. Just as long as you've gotten over how it used to make you hyper, and if you let me have a peek at your creations. Perhaps we can bring a few over to the lads to see, as well. They'd like to see how you've improved, you know, just as much as I do. We've got an entirely new repertoire this season. It's all centered around Good Folk, and we could use some fresh costumes. Masks. What have you."
The smile deepened, curving into mischief.
BlackSplash
Space Elder
CastoffCaptain
Dapper Phantom
13,500 Points
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Will Edric
We’re gonna shine on through the night
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He stepped inside, glorying in the glamour like a starved man, eyes lidded, breathing in the scent of creation.
"Donnie," he said softly, stalling just a little before they were to head off to this Bellman's in order to soak it all in, "at some point, you should show me your workshop in town. There's so much I've missed. I... I apologize for being absent for so long." It was true. Time passed so quickly and yet so slowly for his kind, especially over the border in the Kingdom. And then there had been the... incident. He pressed his lips tightly together, then forced a smile.
She had, in fact, improved, as anyone would have in time and with practice, but there was more. Something dazzling and inventive and otherworldly lurked in her pieces. Pride swelled his chest.
"Shall we go? And we'll stop by the barrow, before or after, if you'd like."
We’re gonna shine on through the night
- burning like a fire,
- like every woman, every man.
- Sparkle for me, baby…
- The universe is in your hands!
_____________________________
He stepped inside, glorying in the glamour like a starved man, eyes lidded, breathing in the scent of creation.
"Donnie," he said softly, stalling just a little before they were to head off to this Bellman's in order to soak it all in, "at some point, you should show me your workshop in town. There's so much I've missed. I... I apologize for being absent for so long." It was true. Time passed so quickly and yet so slowly for his kind, especially over the border in the Kingdom. And then there had been the... incident. He pressed his lips tightly together, then forced a smile.
She had, in fact, improved, as anyone would have in time and with practice, but there was more. Something dazzling and inventive and otherworldly lurked in her pieces. Pride swelled his chest.
"Shall we go? And we'll stop by the barrow, before or after, if you'd like."
BlackSplash
Space Elder
CastoffCaptain
Dapper Phantom
13,500 Points
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100
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Will Edric
We’re gonna shine on through the night
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Will patted her hand, letting his linger on hers for a moment. His eyes softened. Then, with a nod, he replied, "Of course. Cake all around." And then he was moving toward the door, striding out into the yard. His hair gleamed like burnished copper, setting the sunlight on fire. Gesturing to the Morris Minor, he flung open the passenger door as an afterthought and leapt into the driver's seat. The old car smelled odd... a mixture of leather seats and lavender, the hint of seabreeze, and somewhere deep beneath all of those, the sweet smell of mead.
"I have something for you," he said. "A present, if you'll have it. It's back with the Company. They're keeping it safe."
We’re gonna shine on through the night
- burning like a fire,
- like every woman, every man.
- Sparkle for me, baby…
- The universe is in your hands!
_____________________________
Will patted her hand, letting his linger on hers for a moment. His eyes softened. Then, with a nod, he replied, "Of course. Cake all around." And then he was moving toward the door, striding out into the yard. His hair gleamed like burnished copper, setting the sunlight on fire. Gesturing to the Morris Minor, he flung open the passenger door as an afterthought and leapt into the driver's seat. The old car smelled odd... a mixture of leather seats and lavender, the hint of seabreeze, and somewhere deep beneath all of those, the sweet smell of mead.
"I have something for you," he said. "A present, if you'll have it. It's back with the Company. They're keeping it safe."
BlackSplash
Space Elder
CastoffCaptain
Dapper Phantom
13,500 Points
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100
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100
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50
Will Edric
We’re gonna shine on through the night
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The miles rolled by under the Morris’ wheels. Betty, he called the old car. That is, when he wasn’t calling her Rosa, Gwen, or Estell. She purred along the winding country roads, braking only once to allow a hedgehog to trundle past, much to Will’s amusement. “Better than bloody sheep,” he muttered, and continued on. He glowed. Cake and coffee had gone well, and he’d dodged many an answer to the expected questions having to do with the hows, wheres, and whys. He’d parried with his own, asking Donnie about her craft, the supplies she used, where she’d gone on holiday last summer, and if she’d seen the tall ships come in to port along the coast four years ago (“There was a ship by the name of Mary Redd. The crew? Mates of mine.”) Even in the car, he doled out details like a miser, hinting at his past but never revealing it. His chatter flowed easily without overwhelming Donnie’s.
It was a good ride, he noted with a smile as they crested a hill and pointed. “There we all are!”
The Company was scattered across a dale, taking up most of the car lot not far from an ancient mound of earth. Vehicles of every sort grouped together on the tarmac: a large, blue traveling camper, one patched-together Fiat, a modest pickup truck that looked suspiciously like it might still contain fertilizer, and two gypsy wagons, one in earthen tones, the other the same bright blue as Betty. Rosa. Gwen.
Will pulled up next to this last and parked behind it. Rather than horse-drawn, both gypsy carts had been converted ostensibly into motorized vehicles, although their dependability might be called in question at first glance. The blue one was missing a quarter of its fender.
“Home sweet home,” Will grinned, popping open his door. “Sorry we look like a bunch of travelers. Suppose we are, really.”
There was no one in sight.
We’re gonna shine on through the night
- burning like a fire,
- like every woman, every man.
- Sparkle for me, baby…
- The universe is in your hands!
_____________________________
The miles rolled by under the Morris’ wheels. Betty, he called the old car. That is, when he wasn’t calling her Rosa, Gwen, or Estell. She purred along the winding country roads, braking only once to allow a hedgehog to trundle past, much to Will’s amusement. “Better than bloody sheep,” he muttered, and continued on. He glowed. Cake and coffee had gone well, and he’d dodged many an answer to the expected questions having to do with the hows, wheres, and whys. He’d parried with his own, asking Donnie about her craft, the supplies she used, where she’d gone on holiday last summer, and if she’d seen the tall ships come in to port along the coast four years ago (“There was a ship by the name of Mary Redd. The crew? Mates of mine.”) Even in the car, he doled out details like a miser, hinting at his past but never revealing it. His chatter flowed easily without overwhelming Donnie’s.
It was a good ride, he noted with a smile as they crested a hill and pointed. “There we all are!”
The Company was scattered across a dale, taking up most of the car lot not far from an ancient mound of earth. Vehicles of every sort grouped together on the tarmac: a large, blue traveling camper, one patched-together Fiat, a modest pickup truck that looked suspiciously like it might still contain fertilizer, and two gypsy wagons, one in earthen tones, the other the same bright blue as Betty. Rosa. Gwen.
Will pulled up next to this last and parked behind it. Rather than horse-drawn, both gypsy carts had been converted ostensibly into motorized vehicles, although their dependability might be called in question at first glance. The blue one was missing a quarter of its fender.
“Home sweet home,” Will grinned, popping open his door. “Sorry we look like a bunch of travelers. Suppose we are, really.”
There was no one in sight.