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[lady_moon]

Her feet sink a little in the snow-like sand. The sky is a deep lavender with dark clouds and two partial moons hovering high in the heavens. In the darkness, the sand doesn't shine too brightly, and the ocean looks more mossy than emerald, except where it rushes up to meet the land.

In the distance is a tall castle, battlements shadowy and flags flapping in the gentle wind. The air smells pure, clean, with a slight tang of salt.

Moon spins about in the sand, delighting in being home, and her laughter carries over the water.

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[lady_moon]

"I will never go to Vegas with a man," she says with a laugh. "Ruin and Mary Anne went for a holiday and came back married. I don't think I'd like marriage."

Moon doesn't likes cages.

She ducks under the water again, swimming closer to him, before popping up again.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Just kiddin', sweetheart."

His expression cools a little.

"Don't think I've got another marriage in me."

Almost out of his depth now, he pushes off silently and strokes forward a little ways. He then breaks and starts treading water, not fazed by the undulating swell of the rollers. He just bobs there, waiting for his companion to join him.

[lady_moon]

Which she does, floating there in front of him with a large smile.

"Another marriage? Then you've tried it before?"

She lets the current carry her even closer to him, but she doesn't invade his personal space.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"For a short while," he informs her. "Over a decade ago."

His face remains fairly blank.

"She died in a plane crash not long after we tied the knot."

[lady_moon]

Her smiles fades.

It's like the sun setting, the brightness slowly dying into twilight.

She floats closer and reaches for his hand in the water.

Moon, however, doesn't say anything because there wasn't anything to say. She isn't one to offer useless words.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He takes her hand instinctively when he feels it. The waves keep up their rhythm, rolling on by towards their destiny of soft crashes and gentle sifting.

After a long peaceful moment, Indy speaks up.

"Hey. Long time ago."

He squeezes her hand reassuringly.

"It's okay. Smile."

"Seriously. Your sad face is killing me here."

[lady_moon]

She pounces him in a big hug, tight and heartfelt.




Then she shoves him under the water and dashes off in the opposite direction, her laugher echoing.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy comes up sputtering and laughing, all at the same time.

"Oh, you've done it now, Missy!" he calls after her. "Nobody dunks Indiana Jones and gets away with it! Not even sexy tarot cards."

And with that, he starts to give chase through the pristine waters.