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 Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 3:51 pm
{Post-RP Memoirs of a Lost In-PM Role Play} {Summary: Starlight invited Due North to a tour around her home, giving a tour of her functional and historical collection on astrological tools and books. The power suddenly cut out and they end up spend the rest of the evening watching the stars from her back yard.}
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 3:53 pm
{The toothed pages of a well-worn journal bend back, binding smelling of old loved leather, the words on the pages elegantly drawling out in a smooth script.
Drawings intermix in the pages, sketched out by quill, some smudged with blobs of unintended ink, but on this page there is no drawings.} By far this evening did not turn out as I had expected. Today I had penned in for a bit of a hobby-inspired date with Due North, nothing fantastical, simply showing him around my home. We have a lot of common astronomy-related interests and he seemed very keen on viewing my collection after telling him about it. I think he had more on his mind than just starstuff when I proposed the meeting. Personally I had planned to keep is businesslike. The heavenly bodies can be constant and sure to follow their set patterns, but apparently I cannot.
Everything had been going as I intended, we had just moved from my historical collection, both scientific astronomy and some astrology texts of interest, and were headed to the big telescope at the top of my home when the power died out. Due North is such a chivalrous big softie, it’s… rather sweet.
More than I expected.
Though I suspect it was a good thing I used my magic to create a little light before he could panic. My home isn’t exactly as tidy as it could be, unfortunately. But that moment in the soft light of my creation was wonderful, light playing off of metals and glass, the crystals I had hung ages ago to play with refraction sending soft rainbows everywhere.
Honestly, I was not ready for the feeling it evoked. I did not know Due North half as much as I should like, but I cannot deny the warmth I felt. I’m a little ashamed to admit that I had nearly fled down the stairs under the excuse of melting food in my fridge. Lucky me I’m horrible at keeping my home stocked up, all I could really fuss over was a half-eaten tub of ice cream.
We could have brought a telescope down from my room, but we didn’t. We ended up on my back porch, two spoons and a tub of slowly melting ice cream that Due North was generously helping me polish off.
Due North is… well, he’s a good stallion. He’s kind. And charming, in a funny sort of way. Certainly handsome, but more than that I think he understands stars like I do. The need to let life slow down and play out. Why should we rush? We’re funny little phony ponies in a theme park on a rock hurdling through space, in one little solar system surrounded by hundreds of thousands more. The sheer magnitude of the known universe makes little troubles down in little Phonyland so very small.
He understands.
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