lady_moon: (Amused Smirk)
Mary Anne lets them into the room, which has been kept clean, of course, but it has that unlived in feeling about it. Moon wanders about a little, her bare feet moving easily over the floor. She plops onto the bed and crosses her legs.

Her posture is different.

It's coy.

It's inviting.

It's... sensual... sexual.

"I've learned new tricks," she says again. "Indy... taught me things. About myself."

Her green eyes follow Mary Anne, calculating and wanton.

Moon was certainly in a Mood.
lady_moon: (Slip 02)
She knocks before entering, but it's quiet.

Well, it's late, it should be quiet.

Moon pads into the suite on her bare feet (she briefly wonders if she's ever owned shoes) and makes her way to Indy's room. The wolves behind her, she stops just over the threshold and turns to them.

"No. You two are staying in the living room. And don't go terrifying the other residents here, all right? Just... be good. Like... normal puppies or something."

Mons sits and tilts her head. Why can we not sleep at the foot of the bed as we did last time?

Because she and Indy intend to make puppies. Mare proudly states this, nuzzling Mons' muzzle.

Moon feels herself flush painfully. "We are not making puppies, Mare. You two are enough for me, thank you, and... just... no!" Gods of the multiverse, she felt so silly. "Go sleep by the sofa and behave."

Mons and Mare trot off, their voices distant to her as they talk between themselves, and she sighs and closes the door to Indy's room.

Puppies?

No.

No puppies, no kitties, no chicks, no calves, no babies.

Moon sheds her clothes, folding them neatly as she does, and chooses to conjure a creamy white slip to wear. She wasn't shy or modest by any stretch of the imagination, but she didn't want to just sit nude in Indy's bed.

That just seems tasteless to her.

She pulls down the sheet and blanket on one side and crawls in and looks around the room as she hadn't the last two times she'd been in it. It was an Indy room, she decides. Very much like him and very much like the rough and laughy drink he'd given her.

Slowly, she smiles, nestling down into the bed where she could smell him so easily.



Oh, she very much likes him, she decides as she waits for his bartending shift to end.
lady_moon: (Rumpled)
It's late in the morning when she wakes up.

Moon stretches slowly, languorously, enjoying the warmth of bed and covers and body next to her own, its arm slung over her--

Wait.

She sits up carefully, gently shifting so his arm rests across her lap instead of across her body, and stares in disbelief.

"Mons," she hisses quietly.

The white wolf appears, distinctly unhappy about being woken up. Yes, Mistress?

"When did I fall asleep in here?"

You did not. You fell asleep in his lap on the sofa in the bar, and he was kind enough to bring you back here so he could actually sleep himself.

Moon thinks on this.

She fell asleep with Indy.

There is some internal flailing at this knowledge as she stares down at him.
lady_moon: (Mad World)
She turns the page of her book and adjusts her position so that her leg doesn't go numb.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Moon looks up, her sunglasses sliding down her nose as she grins at her brother. "I'm sunning myself."

Ruin just stares at her. "Moon. You're out here naked. What if someone came by?"

"It's a desert island," she points out with the 'duh' implied. "I'm alone."

"No natives?" he asks, his arms crossed.

She shrugs, her hair only covering the upper swell her breasts. "Who cares? If there are, they're probably just as naked." Moon sits up, folding her legs and resting her book in her lap. She'd been out here for a while now, her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. The cards didn't necessarily register the heat or the cold, but their bodies reacted to their climates. It was blistering hot out here, and she was without shade, and so her entire body shimmered. "What're you doing here?"

"Family's worried about you." Frown. "Again. I don't know what the hell Choice was going on about, but he talked and talked until I finally left to come find you."

Moon grins up at him. "Choice talks too much."

"What's going on with you?" Ruin gives her a good up and down look, not sure about how to handle his happy, nude sister sunning herself on the beach. "I mean, why are you sunning yourself? You don't tan."

She pouts a little. "It's normal."

"Moon, honey," he says slowly. "We're not normal. We're fucking tarot cards."

"But we're in that bar with people who just want to talk and I don't know how to do that!" she wails pitifully. "It's something normal. So is this. Maybe if I can read and sun myself, I can move toward comfortable conversation."

Ruin leans against a nearby tree and raises an eyebrow. "Who has filled your head with such nonsense? Hmm? Was it that vampire? I knew I should've kept him away from you."

"No." Moon plays with her big toe so she doesn't have to look at Ruin. "I haven't seen Santino in a while."

"Then the man Mary Anne says you went on a holiday with?" he guesses next.

Moon glares at him now. "Why does it have to be anyone or anything that makes me want to be normal?"

"Because you didn't before," Ruin says as gently as he is capable.

"I did, though. A long time ago, I wanted to be like the other sentients." Moon sighs sadly and turns her eyes to the water. "Normal means you can be furious or sobbing or in love."

"Furious leads to headaches, as does sobbing, and while I'm thinking about it, so does love." Ruin scoffs, shaking his head. "Be happy you are as you are. Some of us would kill for that."

Moon sniffs, feeling the heat in her eyes again. Still, no tears fell, they only welled. "And if I would kill for anything but?"

"Don't be an idiot," he snaps. "You can't kill a bug let alone anything large enough to give you that wish. You're The Moon, cold and severe in your lunacy. We love you like that. Don't go changing in haste what you will regret in leisure."

"Go 'way," she says petulantly. "Go 'way, Ruin."

Ruin walks over to her, pressing a kiss to the warm crown of her head. "Just... take your time, sister-mine." He then strolls to a dense crop of trees and disappears into them.

Moon watches Mons and Mare splash in the surf. She was fond of her family, but they didn't know her. Not like she knew herself. The card picks up her book again and reclines on her towel, again sunning herself.

Who cares if she couldn't get a tan?

This was still fun.
lady_moon: (Cards Truth)
She's home, seated at one of the many tables that litter the castle's rooms. Moon chose this one because it allowed her to throw open a large balcony door to the scent of the ocean and the damp air. Rain was on the horizon, lightning flickering in the lavender sky and distant thunder rumbled with warning.

Moon shuffles her deck, the cards expertly intermingled and bridged before being tapped together and shuffled again. Her eyes are on that coming storm, her expression blank. Slowly, she turns over the first card of the spread. She frowns at it, pondering its position and meaning. The starting point of this path was Four of Cups: weariness, boredom, and disgust. She was at a point of apathy and stasis, dissatisfied with where she stood in her journey, and embittered by her past.

"Once upon a time, there was a girl of great power and wisdom, but she desired that which was not in her nature."

She looks up to see her brother, the eldest sibling, enter the room. Choice watches her as she watches him.

"The nature changes," she points out, turning over the next card. The reversed Six of Pentacles crossed the Four of Cups, representing the obstacle in her path at the moment. Envy was the roadblock. Being unable to receive what she believed her due, but it was tempered by a selfishness that might be destructive to her family. "It's not wrong to want what you see all others enjoying effortlessly," she sulks.

Choice goes to the doorway and leans against it, looking out at the horizon. "Perhaps not wrong, but it should not drive all your choices."

"It hasn't. It's been a very, very long time since I sought anything but what I had. I've been as content as I could be, but the path has changed and new choices sit before me." Moon glances up at him. "If I wasn't meant to make the choice, the choice would not have appeared."

The overriding card is turned and placed in the spread. The Knight of Pentacles reversed. It represented someone who was timid, someone stuck in their current path and unable to leave it. Stagnation ruled them, and they were unable to grow beyond what they were. She frowns at it; the theme of her spread was stasis, which did hint to her that the choice was whether to break free from that path or to remain on it. She places the next card, the foundation of the path; Eight of Cups shone brightly as lightning lit up the room.

"The storm is here," Choice murmurs from his position and regards the card. "It's interesting. A foundation of moving forward."

"But it's also about hasty decisions and sudden changes," she points out, her fingers moving over the card's surface. "My current path is one based in activity."

Choice nods. "Of course. It always has been. Ever have you moved forward, even if you held yourself back."

Moon chews her lower lip thoughtfully. "Is what's before me a decision made in haste?"

"Which decision do you refer to?" Choice asks, a small smile on her face. "Baring your throat to a vampire or your heart to a man?"

She looks up sharply, green eyes narrowed. "My heart has been bared to no one."

"But it has been," Choice says gently. "You told him about falling in love."

"I've never loved," she insists, turning the next card. "It's not something I can do. Ever." The card of her recent past was The Hermit. Counsel. Pondering. Discretion. Prudence. Careful movements. Yes, she could see that. She had been very careful until meeting Santino, and then... something woke and out went her prudence and common sense.

"You lie to yourself, but I don't believe you do it knowingly." Choice left his position in the doorway and came to sit on the edge of the table. "What about the broken girl?"

Moon's eyes darken, her whole demeanour sours. "Maryse was fondness."

Choice stares at her for a very long, quiet time, both cards frozen in that silence. He looks down at his nails. "Moon, you wept when she died. The only time I have ever seen that happen. It was love, even if you don't recognize it as such."

She turns a card, her present and immediate future are represented by a single card. Seven of Swords reversed was a card of restoration. A simple card with a very small meaning. Redress of grievances past. "Love is a cage. It binds and strangles. I see Ruin with his wife. I see Gorlim with his mate. I see millions of couples and they all share the same common thread: bondage."

"What we did was out of love, yes," Choice says gently. "We were wrong to keep you locked up, confined to our perception of you. However, the familial love is very different than romantic love."

"Love is love," she insists. Fears and apprehensions were next to be added to the spread. Four of Pentacles reversed. She dislikes the number of reversed cards in her path. The card told her she fears disorder, a loss of herself. Moon actually glares at the card and slams down the next. Familial influence was the reversed Ten of Pentacles. Ancestral expectation and a demand to respect tradition. "You see? You still want me to do as you dictate."

"We don't rule each other, Moon." Choice was getting annoyed with his sister's distrust. "If we did, Ruin would never have been allowed to do most of what he has done, you would not have given yourself over to a vampire, Skill would not have populated whole worlds with her children. There's a lot I desire my family to not do, but it isn't within my power or role to govern you."

"The first half of my existence you did," she spits out.

"No. We watched over you. We protected you. We loved you. We still do, even if you keep your distance from us. It was a mistake, our treatment of you. We should've known that you would find your own way regardless of our wishes." Choice slides from the table and comes to her side, running fingers through her hair. "Why have you woken this old bitterness, sister?"

He knew why, but he wanted her to say it.

Moon strokes the top most card of her deck, still unturned, because it was the final outcome card. What waited for her if she made her choice to change. "The bar," she says simply.

"It's more than the bar," Choice insists. "You've been in the bar almost a year, and until recently, all has gone as it had before."

She shifts uncomfortably. "Many of those in the bar are not in my sphere of influence. Before the bar, those I met I met because I had a purpose. They required guidance and I was that guide. Within the bar, that isn't so. While some need my guidance, others don't. That leaves me with holding general conversation." Moon stares at Choice. "I don't have the proper knowledge for general conversation, brother. I'm just a tarot card, and that is a sadly lacking thing to be."

"That's the problem with the Major Arcana," he says softly, continuing to stroke her hair. "We were never human like some of the Minor Arcana. We'll never be human. Our paths are much harder to walk. The knowledge sentients are given without trial is a thing hard won by us. Still, you can have them if you try. But you have to try."

Moon turns the final card. The outcome.

Judgment.

A card of transformation and release.

"You see?" Choice says, nodding to the card. "You can have the transformation you're seeking."

Moon shakes her head. "That outcome is a far cry from the previous cards, Choice. I do not understand how the end is achieved."

"Then draw another card. Cross it."

She bites her lip, pulling a final card and laying it across Judgment. It's another Major Arcana card, The Star. Hope. Insight. Healing and unconditional love. It was a bright card, one full of promise and opportunity.

"A card of dreams and discovery," Choice muses. "You seek to discover what you've lost... or never had." He crosses his arms and smirks. "Hmm. Call me crazy, but I can't think of anyone better suited to the discovery of lost things than an archaeologist." He tilts his head. "If only you knew one."

Moon slowly looks up at him, an unamused expression on her face.
lady_moon: (Smile)
The portal from her home world closes behind them as they set foot onto a hard, green surface.

With raised bumps.

All around them, built out of interlocking, huge plastic blocks, are office buildings, skyscrapers, light poles, and restaurants. Cars built out of the same blocks rumble by, their plastic people waving stiffly to each other as they pass. Even the greenery is made out of plastic, everything carefully created.

As the two stand on the sidewalk, cars travelling in opposite directions collide, shattering into their individual blocks. The occupants of the vehicles, one redhaired plastic man with a mustache and a one cowboy, shake their heads, then shake hands, and begin to rebuild their cars together. It was a very peaceful meeting, really, and the two plastic people laugh as they remake the cars.

Moon turns to Indy and grabs his hand. "We should help them!" she declares.

She has brought Indiana Jones to Legoland.
lady_moon: (Home - Nowhere)
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.
lady_moon: (Dreams in the Mist)
The door shuts behind them.

They stand on a beach. The sand is pure white, untouched and unspoiled, powder-fine. The sea is a shade of jade unknown to the human eye, and the sky at the height of the day is a cool violet-red. There is a sun, but it seems far away in the sky, almost no clouds, but there are three moons hanging in the heavens.

"We will have to walk a little ways," she murmurs, taking Mary Anne's hand in hers. "I hope you don't mind."

The wind blows with the scent of salt and Truth (for in this plane of existence, Truth has a distinct smell), cool but comfortable. Their feet do not sink into that fine sand, but walk atop it like a soft carpet, leaving tracks that the breeze soon covers.

It is home, and home welcomes her children whenever they return.
lady_moon: (Dreams in the Mist)
They were alone on the beach the door opens onto.

Alone as in, only the tarot stood on these shores as the pinkish-orange sun rose overhead. One long table had been set up, various types of chairs set around it. Foods from all kinds of worlds, each brought by one of the cards, were piled along the centre. Moon grins when Sorrow, Ruin's daughter who had taken up the mantle of the Three of Swords, runs up to hug her.

Sorrow had always been a sad little girl, but now as a tall, beautiful woman, Sorrow truly resembled her namesake. Eyes stormy like her father's, but where his reflected destruction of all, hers reflected nothing but disappointment and great sadness.

"My! You have grown since I last saw you! What was it? Venice? A century or two ago?" Moon was not so good with time.

Sorrow smiles. "Try three, Sister-Aunt. And I was but a girl then, still trailing after Papa." She turns to Ruin, her eyes downcast. "Papa."

There was no love for Ruin to feel for his daughter. What parental instinct he had once possessed had been shed when Sorrow became one of them. "Reue," he says quietly. "Are you well?"

"As well as I can be."

"Good."

And... that was the end of that.

Moon takes her Sister-Niece's hand and tugs her to the other two. "Sorrow, this is Strength and Wheel. Sisters, this is Ruin's daughter, Sorrow."
lady_moon: (Crescent Moon)
She stands at the edge of the ocean, her feet bare, toes lapped at by the soft, foamy fingers of the sea. Her emerald eyes watch the lavender sky of this world as the suns set and the moons rise, ripe and full. It had been her choice to venture here to see the suns set and watch the round globes of her heavenly aspect ascend.

Her lips curve into a smile as lavender gave way to deep cobalt blue and the creamy white of the moons shine brightly, bathing her in their cool light.

Full moon.

Lunacy.

Tonight was her favourite night.

And tonight she wanted to venture somewhere new.

Turning to the sheer cliff face, Moon's smile widened a little, her eyes shimmering and glittering with an edge of madness as she walked into the doorway she could see.

The ocean roared behind her, the sea already missing the woman's presence, ever drawn to her as it was...

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