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lunaecalamitas2024-05-10 12:41 pm
fallingsand) wrote in lunaecalamitas2024-05-10 12:41 pm
the beach episode (dated before the east mission)
There's a small slice of sandy beach between mountains and wasteland, where the South meets Central, only an inlet of ocean between them, and that is where Bruno has decided to set up camp.
Literally.
He only had a simple tent and supplies for two initially. Tatara had asked if he could join him on his little trip out and how could he say no? Unfortunately for him, Tatara may have decided to invite everyone else, too, so, welcome, everyone, to the beach episode and a chance to relax after a potentially rough week in the City of Rain.
The sand is warm and fine, the water isn't too chilly, and scrubby little palm trees and plant life dot the dunes. Sea birds are the most active wildlife out here, not counting whatever fish can be found dwelling in the depths of the inlet between South and Central or further out into the ocean. It's comfortable enough... unless you hate sand, that is! You don't hate sand, right?
Since Tatara's arrival, more than Bruno's humble setup can be found.
And, of course, anything the other wizards have decided to bring! Bruno wasn't expecting a party but now that it's here, he sure can't tell them not to have fun however they want.
Literally.
He only had a simple tent and supplies for two initially. Tatara had asked if he could join him on his little trip out and how could he say no? Unfortunately for him, Tatara may have decided to invite everyone else, too, so, welcome, everyone, to the beach episode and a chance to relax after a potentially rough week in the City of Rain.
The sand is warm and fine, the water isn't too chilly, and scrubby little palm trees and plant life dot the dunes. Sea birds are the most active wildlife out here, not counting whatever fish can be found dwelling in the depths of the inlet between South and Central or further out into the ocean. It's comfortable enough... unless you hate sand, that is! You don't hate sand, right?
Since Tatara's arrival, more than Bruno's humble setup can be found.
- There's food fit for a picnic and enough bottles of wine for the evening.
- In the evening, a (non-deadly) bonfire will be built and there'll be pillows to sit on for those who don't want to sit directly on the sand.
- A few colorful rough wool blankets laid out under umbrellas meant to provide shade.
- There's still only one sad-looking tent... However! Bruno's gone ahead and enchanted it so that, when one pushes the cloth flap aside and enters, they'll find a much more comfortable setup inside.
And, of course, anything the other wizards have decided to bring! Bruno wasn't expecting a party but now that it's here, he sure can't tell them not to have fun however they want.
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And now all he's going to think about is the last thing Ginger said. A date - a date... Mika's face is steaming. Is he allowed to be so happy? )
... I'd... like that. ( Holding hands. A date. He almost - almost - forgets about all the stuff Ginger says before that. ) We should do that more.
( Dates...!!
His brain is all tangled up in this idea of maybe falling, in the feeling of Ginger's fingers tracing his spine, something that makes him feel strange and nice and inhale softly, and he thinks that - Ginger is really good at these things; this sort of idle touch. Mika... wants to touch him more, too.
Yuu-chan wasn't his, but maybe Ginger... (No, don't get carried away now. Just appreciate what you have, for now.)
... He presses a kiss to Ginger's palm, turning his hand around in his so they're holding hands, fingers intertwined between them. )
... I think there's a town that's closer. We can just go into an inn room that isn't taken.
( Is Mika suggesting a little a crime? Maybe so. He has a money pouch from some job. It's fine. He can drop a few coins on the bed for the owner when they leave if it bothers Ginger. )
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[ And - it looks like he’ll be flying them.
Riding a broom right now does not sound fun with his little big problem (no matter what the wizard fanfics say) and Ginger is prepared to think pure (ish) thoughts until they get to - wherever…. The way Mika’s hair frames the sides of his face and curl away just so - that’s cute, he can think about that. And by the time they’re in the air, he can think about the flyaway wisps.
The possibility of them breaking into an inn escapes him completely, his mind only allowing thoughts of Mika to enter.
(Don’t think about what they might be doing in an inn room together.)
(Or how far they’ll go tonight, when Mika’s face is lovely in red. Ginger wants to see it travel to his ears, to his neck, down… his chest - )
(Ginger, do not. Think.)
Bringing their hands to his lips, back to chaste kisses, takes zero thoughts. As is the way he then moves to place Mika’s arm around his shoulder to prepare for flight. Bridal carry seems… appropriate… if -
(DON’T.) ]
Um - we’ll… use your ears to decide - on the place…
[ He’ll wait for Mika’s okay before picking up him. ]
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... Yeah. I'll find somewhere quiet.
( He'll wrap his arms around Ginger's neck, even if Ginger only offers his shoulder. He seems fine with a carry - bridal carry, even. It's a bit embarrassing, but he thinks he'd rather be closer to Ginger in this position than not.
He'll press a light kiss to Ginger in turn - pressed along the neck, near where it meets the jaw. Close is good for reasons like this. )
Let's go.
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(Or…?)
It doesn’t help his problem, but it’s so minor next to the warmth of Mika’s affection. For the first time in a long time, he understands where his dad was coming from and what his dad let go of to be with his mom. (Let go, he knows now - not gave up, because he still had everything he wanted in her smile. Maybe Ginger has forgiven him at last.)
His wings materialize black, the reds hardly visible except in the water’s reflection. They flap once, then twice before expanding wide. The next beat pushes the water away from his feet and allows a clean ascent into the darkening sky. And all the while, he holds Mika (important; irreplaceable; everything) securely in his arms. ]
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He remembers vaguely a town he passed on the way to the beach - he figures the others probably passed it, too. If Ginger doesn't seem to be going in the general way of town lights soon enough, he'll point him in the right direction. )
... Would it distract you if I kissed you here?
( Not necessarily on the lips, but. It feels like it's just the two of them up here... and it sorta is. But at least he's sensible enough to ask, and he's willing to be patient if the answer is yes. But a little like that time he was hungry and couldn't keep from teething Ginger while Ginger was gliding them a little quicker to his room, maybe there is a part of Mika - the voracious part of him that he's stuck with now - that is a little gluttonous; a little impatient, if allowed to be. )
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Yes. [ But it’s said at the tail end of a light laugh that gets lost in the wind. It would be absolutely distracting. ] But - I can’t deny myself your kisses tonight, so do it anyway. I’ll never drop you.
[ Close to making it a promise, but he’s getting better at rewording what he wants to say. ]
And… I’m happy you didn’t ask if it was okay to.
[ This is probably the general direction, and in the far distance, he thinks he sees light. ]
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... I guess I'm just getting used to kissing you.
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[ He slows to a hover.
Just one would be less distracting, but Ginger makes his own troubles - has done so all his life and will not be stopping now. He turns his head to chase Mika’s lips for a warm kiss.
Technically, they are alone up here - and far away enough by now that the beach-goers can’t perceive them. Hopefully. ]
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He wants to be good - responsible, even. They're in the air, so he knows even one kiss was a huge indulgence, and one he probably shouldn't have taken. He's usually firmer about these things. He's usually a lot more serious. But he feels... this much more relaxed with Ginger. Like he can unknot his shoulders, and maybe relax, and things might be okay.
So he hesitates, he thinks maybe he should break it here, but - he trusts Ginger (maybe he should not trust Ginger on this right now), so he ... kisses back, in that sweet way that they've been kissing since the start. But,
before its natural break, he takes a little thing he's learned from Ginger - that maybe Ginger pulled from him, in the way they mirror each other in these little ways - and he licks at Ginger's lips, as if to ask for entry. Not now; he doesn't seem to move toward it, but - it's a tease. A suggestion? An implication for soon. And maybe he was curious... what Ginger's lips taste like on his tongue, and he couldn't help but want to try. )
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His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip - to maybe taste whatever remains of Mika on his skin. ]
… Um… [ His eyes goes back to Mika’s lips and he thinks: what if - right now - right here…? But he couldn’t, not if this will be their first time doing - whatever. A whole lot of kissing he knows - and tasting? And… skin? Touching…? Holy hell. ] Uh. Okay, hold on tight because I’m about to break speeding limits.
[ And then he laughs because this is ridiculous. There’s no doubt he’s so in love. He actually drops them a couple of feet, ducking below the gentle wind currents brushing past them, to fly faster. ]
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I'll kiss you deeper on the way back, when you least expect it. ( And now Ginger will anticipate it. But they will be coming back!! They have a date to make, after all. ) And if you drop me when I do, I'll never let you live it down.
( Ginger would probably cry if he drops him, but Mika would only laugh. )
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I’ll do my best to - not expect it at all then. That means you have to kiss me the entire flight back, yeah?
[ Sounds good. Very good plan. But the last comment has him laughing again, taking it jokingly as a personal affront: ]
I would never.
[ Because, yes, he would cry. He swears they’ll fall together or not at all, and even then he’ll use his larger body to cushion the landing. ]
… We’d be more likely to fly into a tree or something. But I do like the idea of you never letting me live it down.
[ Spend forever doing that, spend forever with him.
And thank goodness flight takes a fifth of the usual travel time. The lights are coming clearer into view and that building over there looks to have the inn placard hanging over it. ]
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( The entire time, since it seems like Ginger will be so unprepared!! Hehe )
A tree's private enough. We could keep kissing there. And I'll tease you the whole time.
( Joke. Real? Real if it happens. They might be a bit sore, and they'd certainly be worried over each other, but if they're fine... he'd be just as happy to kiss him tangled in the branches of a tree as in the air or on the beach.
He wants to keep looking at Ginger, but as he recognizes the scent and sight of town in his lower periphery, he glances toward the view, giving it a quick sweep. )
... Over there. ( He'll point out the placard. Thankfully they don't have to spend too long looking. ) Go around the back, keep to the shadows.
( You know what, actually... Murmuring his spell, Mika cloaks them in shadow - something inspired by his earring, which wraps him in night. It doesn't make them seem all too different to each other (though perhaps they seek a little dimmer), but it does help them blend into the dark better, and sneak along the back windows so Mika can hear what's not occupied.
It's a lot easier to cast magic for Ginger - because of Ginger. His heart's in it. His heart's here. )
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… Naughty…
[ Does he even realize what he’s just said? All the ways it could be taken? Ginger despairs - for himself. Well, only about ten percent. The other ninety is ready to find the nearest flat surface.
And then when he realizes what they’re doing - he looks at Mika, eyebrows raised in a scandalized expression that says really? But his lips are pulled into a smile, and it would be a grin if he wasn’t bitting down on a laugh to stay quiet. He’s an officer of law, but charming, endearing, cute-sexy Mika makes it easy to break the rules. Just this once.
( - and probably every time after this if Mika even looks at him a little pleadingly, a little mischievous.)
Mika’s magic helps hide them in shadows - and he has a thought about it (it feels nice on him, Mika’s magic. He wonders why he never asked to feel it before. He thinks he’ll ask; he wants to feel more of Mika on him) - but it’s stealth time right now. He even tries to fly more quietly below the row of windows, waiting for Mika’s cue. ]
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Anyway, they have crimes to do, done only partly because Mika (as usual) could hear the blood rushing south, so he didn't really want to take Ginger through a front entrance... and also, he doesn't really care to do things the proper way with human facilities. This attitude is easier to get away with in a post-apocalyptic world, but perhaps a little questionable here.
Really, though, it's mostly just that it's a little fun to do this sort of thing with Ginger. Things they're not supposed to do, to get to things they want to do - just the two of them. If Ginger didn't like it, he'd stop. But... Ginger's having fun, too, isn't he?
This is fun. He's having fun. So Ginger raises his eyebrows and bites back a laugh, and Mika just grins back, as if reaffirming - Yeah, really.
As they approach a particular window, Mika will murmur: )
This one. I can get it.
( If Ginger slows to a hover, Mika can get the window open with magic - he's had practice, okay, - and allow them passage into a cozy room. Moonlight cast along the seating and bed, with small shelves and things for storage and unlit lanterns set about. (Thankfully, he can also get the door across the room locked with magic, without needing to leave Ginger.)
Mika's counting on no one bothering making rounds this time of night, or keeping precise track of who's in what room, but... he also doesn't think they'll be very loud. It's just kissing, right? (Potentially famous last words? Who knows.) )
We'll have to be quiet.
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