lady_moon | Tarot Beach Party

Tarot Beach Party

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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He hugs her back, chuckling. "Any time, honey."

There's a sigh of relief as the tapestry falls back. Scary fucking cat...

"Is there something in particular you'd like to see?"

There were the lower rooms, filled with all the portraits and art and odds and ends... and then there were the upper rooms, each one for one of the tarot.

Jason shrugs and gives her a quick kiss. "Your house. What do you want to show off?"

She drags him through some of the lower rooms until they stand near a large hearth. Over the hearth is a portrait of Moon, dressed as Aurora in Sleeping Beauty, in a perfect fourth position. Her hair is carefully pinned up, her neck long and arched, her expression one of sleepy dreaming.

"Ruin made me come home so Skill could paint me when I danced."

Jason blinks in surprise at the painting. "Oh, wow..."

She looks so beautiful...

"This is amazing, Moon. Absolutely beautiful." He tears his eyes from the painting to smile at her. "You never did bring those toe-shoes to dance for me."

"No, but I did bring them," Moon says, staring at the portrait a bit longer. "I danced a little for Damian."

He moves behind her, snuggling up to her back as he looks back up at the painting.

"You should dance more. I know how much you love it." He grins, nuzzling her ear. "Any place to dance here?"

"Yes," she says with a smile, turning her face so he can nose her cheek. "Do you want to see me dance, Jason? I can even put on a dress, or just put my toe-shoes on and dance as I am."

"I'd love to see you dance," he murmurs softly. "You wear whatever you like: I just want to see you dance."

"Then come up to my room."

She heads for the main stairwell, leading him up past the tapestries, even hers, until they hit the fifth landing. She takes a left at the landing and passes three doors. The fourth door on the right she opens, stepping into an oversized suit decorated in pastels -- blue, pink, purple -- with white accents. The floor is wooden, one wall full of mirrors.

It's very feminine without being girly, with the wall opposite the mirrors full of windows.

He stops in the doorway, looking around appreciatively. Mirrors. He can dig mirrors.

"Pretty room," he comments as he steps in. He moves through the room, leaning against her bed and waiting with a warm smile.

It's a big bed with lots of pillows.

But no stuffed animals.

She digs in her wardrobe and comes out with her toe-shoes and a simple white shift. Moon wriggles into the dress before sitting herself on the floor and putting on the toe pads before stuffing her feet into the shoes and tying the ribbons up her ankles.

Moon stands up, going through some simple stretching exercises of her feet in the shoes, the moves easily recalled and moved through. You would never know that she forgot anything about this dancing as she prepares to do just that for Jason.

Jason doesn't comment, but simply watches her. He can't get over how beautiful she is, and her dancing is unlike anything he's ever seen. She makes the ballet they went to see look like it was danced by eight-year olds.

It occurs to him that he's never been with anyone who even remotely shared his love of dancing, and a smile spreads across his face as he sits back and enjoys her dance.

When she's done and knows her feet are ready, she goes to a music box in the corner. She lifts the lid, selects the tune she wants, and then stands in the middle of the large space between her bed and the mirrors in second position. As the music starts, she begins to dance.

The movements are long, elegant, her feet up en pointe most of the time. She can't manage the huge leaps in the confined space, but she does do some of the smaller ones. It's an improvised piece, utilizing every space on the floor, her eyes open, hair loose, her arms gracefully moving with the music and her feet.

It shows in each movement of feet, arms, and body how much she loves dancing, how much time she's devoted to it over millennia of time. It is her passion, something that madness and time and power has never stripped from her.

It's something that can tame madness, in so many ways. That warm feeling he'd been fighting is back, and he doesn't have it in him to fight anymore. How can he?

And it's quiet at last in his mind, with nothing but the sweet sound of her music box as she dances.

He's smiling softly as her dance ends, so moved by her performance that he is still at the bed and waiting for her to look back to him.

Moon stands there, ending in fourth position, her eyes closed as she smiles to herself for a moment. Then, the dark lashes open and bright green eyes meet Jason's cornflower blue.

She smiles at him. A simple smile full of all sorts of complex things.

He smiles back softly, his whole face alight with it.

"I love you."

It slips out simply, but there's no regret in his eyes. He does, and that's ok.

There's a slight tilt of her head at that, and then she crosses to him. Slowly, almost a dance in itself, and then stands in front of him. She draws his lips down to hers and kisses him sweetly, so very sweetly.

"I love you too," she murmurs against his mouth.

Just as simply replied.

He kisses her softly, his lips still trying to curve into a smile.

It felt good to say it and hear it back.

His hands rest lightly on her hips, his mouth still pressed to hers as he speaks. "Ok, not nearly as scary as I thought. Silly wolf, huh?"

Moon laughs softly, her fingers trailing down his cheek.

"No." Understanding shines in her eyes. "A frightened wolf who needed time."

Time she had been happy to give to him.

"Thank you."

He dips his forehead to meet her as his hands massage up her spine. He gives a soft chuckle.

"I love you." He says it again, almost marveling in the ability to voice it.

There's a bit of a moan at the massage, because it does feel quite nice. Moon wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling his cheek.

"Does this mean I can say it whenever I like now?"

She's been very careful about when she says it so far.

"Whenever you like." He nuzzles back, sighing happily. "I always liked hearing it from you, even if I didn't know what to say back. It's nice to know someone loves you."

"It is."

Moon likes the warmth his words causes to bloom in her stomach.

"If I'd known I just needed to dance for you..."

He picks that up and runs with it, letting his eyes shine with the teasing. "Yup. That's what you get for holding out on me."

He tickles her spine and kisses her. "No," he says in a low voice, "it was just...everything today adding up. I had a really good time with you and your family tonight."

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