Tarot Beach Party

[lady_moon]

There are those of the tarot who know how to set up for a party.

Ruin had spent most of the afternoon building the bonfire. He has carefully made it much in the way he would have with the villagers of his mortal life when they would celebrate the harvests. Charity, Unity, and Skill had spent most of the day setting up food, both their sorts of foods and the sorts the sentients would be expecting.

Moon watched it all with rapt fascination, her eyes on the marshmallows Skill told her firmly she isn't allowed to touch yet. But they're white and fluffy looking and Moon is curious. Mons barks at her, warning Skill, and Moon is shooed off.

It's Fortune who puts out blankets, spread all over the beach area for everyone to use. Moon watches her family set up for a party, for guests... real guests who are coming simply to come instead of for answers. She watches Fortune set down a large stack of very warm looking towels, and she grins.

Swimming. Damian will like the swimming.

Her wolves run up and down the beach in excitement, and Moon knows it's time.

Disappearing back to Milliways, she sets it up so people can come and go as they need to, pleased with herself and her family.

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Re: The Castle

[three_of_swords]

"It would be the home you remembered with no fear of her touching you," Sorrow promises with a soft smile. "I would never lead you back to her, Damian. That is not your fate."

Re: The Castle

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

One might be surprised at Damian's reaction.

He embraces Sorrow.

Irony aside, he is so pleased by her words that he cannot form a verbal response.

Re: The Castle

[three_of_swords]

Sorrow allows a peal of laughter to leave her as she returns his embrace.

"You're welcome, Damian," she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Re: The Castle

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

The bloody streaks down Damian's cheeks have renewed themselves by the time Damian pulls back from Sorrow, and though he weeps just a little, it is joy that lights up the smile that graces his face.

"Just me? Or would I be able to bring others with me?"

Re: The Castle

[three_of_swords]

"Do you wish to bring others?"

She produces a handkerchief, offering it to him with an understanding smile.

Re: The Castle

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

It will stain... but he supposes she already knows that and offers the handkerchief anyway.

"Nathaniel," he names immediately, wiping the bloody tears from his pale face. "I would want to bring him... and Anita." So many of the names and terms in the pack are taken from Norse mythology that he wonders if Anita, Richard, or Jason would want to see the real thing. It wouldn't be nearly as exciting as he's sure they would imagine, but sharing the happiness of being in that time and place again without fear of imprisonment by his former mistress would be something special. It would be something he wants to share with those he cares about.

Re: The Castle

[three_of_swords]

Sorrow chuckles.

"Nathaniel and Anita," she repeats. "Yes. Yes, they are welcome to join you."

Re: The Castle

[mr-smarty-vamp.livejournal.com]

Damian's face lights up as much as it ever has, even with the tears in his eyes that he dapples away with the handkerchief.

He knows there is not much he can say in order to thank her and express his gratitude, so he keeps it simple.

"Thank you, Lady Sorrow."

Re: The Castle

[three_of_swords]

"You're welcome, Damian," she says, smiling as the salty wind kicks up again.