It’s been a few months since the many variants of Invincible wreaked havoc upon your city.
Life for many is trying to get back into the groove it was in before. Tragedy for the many casualties is the one thing that’ll never leave or change.
The Spring Formal is still on and somehow, it seems kind of silly to be fretting over your dress and heels and shoes and—
Mark’s caller ID pops up on your phone, momentarily pausing your inner troubles.
“Hey, you.”
You hear his smile through the phone and it makes you smile instinctively. “Hey.”
Mark taps the speaker icon as he changes out of his superhero suit. “I finally found something to wear this Saturday.”
“You could’ve pulled off the Adam Sandler look.”
His laugh is muffled by the t-shirt sliding over his face but you hear it nonetheless.
“What time you gonna come pick me up, Invinciboy?”
He groans in annoyance and you giggle wildly at him.
“You’re never gonna let that one go, are you?”
“Nope!” You enunciate the ‘p’.
It’s Saturday evening.
Currently, five minutes till five; the time Mark’s supposed to pick you up.
Your hair is styled nicely, your dress a pretty pale yellow.
You took inspiration from Andie’s dress in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003) and thought it’d be a subtle nod to your superhero boyfriend’s colors.
The dress is a gorgeous spaghetti strapped silk gown with a sweetheart neckline.
The jewelry is kept simple; a thin chain rests on your collarbones, a small watch wrapped around your wrist with pearl earrings adorning your ears.
Your strappy heels are a glossy black and add three inches to your height, perfect for a slow dance moment!
You’re looking over yourself in a full body length mirror, your eyes skim over your face and body.
You look beautiful , you feel beautiful.
You’re coming down the stairs when you hear Mark’s voice mixed in with your parents’ laughter.
When did he get here?
You turn the corner and the lively atmosphere morphs into one of quiet admiration.
Your mom is in awe, she marvels over the amazing reflection of herself. You’re a wonderful image.
“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers.
Tears prick her eyes as you hug her and your dad is holding back the urge to see you as you used to be all those years ago. Back when you were trying on your mom’s dresses and experimenting with her makeup and jewelry and shoes.
He simply nods and hugs you, his chin resting on your head. “You look very nice.” He says.
“Thank you.” You shyly reply.
Mark is staring and how can he not? You’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and you’re his girlfriend now. Your beauty enhances from his love, he thinks.
Your parents part and let you and Mark have some time with this first look.
“Wow.” He sighs as his eyes take you in.
They innocently wander across the expansion of your figure and you silently do the same.
“That good, huh?” You smirk.
Mark doesn’t have it in himself to fight your teasing because right now, he’s feeling sappy.
His eyes shine with an intensity that show the fireworks you’ve set off in his heart.
“You’re beautiful.”
The speed your confidence boils down to a timid attitude is that of a world record timing.
You instantly look down on the floor from his gaze and interlock your fingers together.
“Thank you, handsome.” You smile.
He nods to himself and chuckles. “No problem.” His cheeks tinged a light pink.
Mark holds his elbow out for you to take and you do. Your arm interlocks with his and you walk outside, a soccer mom van awaiting as your chariot.
Courtesy of William.
You and the girls make a move on taking photos while Mark, Rick and William get some food and chat with Amber’s boyfriend.
You take a quick glance at Mark and see him looking at you.
It’s cheesy but the world around you quiets down when your eyes meet his. Like there’s a secret language you speak with your eyes alone.
The DJ puts on a slow song and all the couples hit the floor.
You look at Eve apologetically but she shrugs it off. “I’ll be alright, Y/n. Don’t worry.”
You nod and turn around to find Mark already two steps ahead of you.
“May I have this dance?” He asks with the suave of a nineteenth century duke.
“You may.”
Mark’s hands find your hips and your hands find his shoulders.
Being this close, gently swaying side to side while looking into each other’s eyes feels so intimate. A feeling of peace clouds the air and for the first time, Invincible can take a backseat and let Mark Grayson drive the car.
“This is nice.” He says.
“Mhm.” You nod once, twice.
Your fingers interlock behind his neck and it causes his neck hairs to arise.
“That tickles.” He huffs out.
Your lips split into a grin and you shake your head. “You’re so romantic.”
He shrugs and smiles back, taking a moment to really look at you.
He sees all of which makes you unique. Your makeup may cover up the moles and freckles and scars that litter your face but it only enhances your beauty for him.
The slight curve of your nose, your round cheeks and soft jaw.
Your eyes, though have a magnetic field of their own. They draw him in and make him never want to look away.
“You’re staring.” You mumble out, your bashful nature coming to the surface.
He blinks and lets the corners of his lips quirk up. “I can’t stop.”
You rest your forehead on his shoulder and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace.
It’s a different kind of spring this year. A spring that’s relatively normal, easygoing. The kind that is the start of a new beginning and makes you hope, same time next year?
March 20th marks the spring (or vernal) equinox and with that the official start of spring in the Northern Hemisphere. This event is characterized by nearly equal lengths of day and night as the sun crosses the celestial equator. 🌞
With its roots in ancient seasonal celebrations, Ostara is the pagan celebration honouring the Spring Equinox. 😍
Just as Allura, let in the new and refreshing energy of spring spur you along on your journey through the stars
✨Springtime Allura by @vexednperplexed
✨Make yourself some dandelion tea and go out for a walk in nature! Or simply observe the changing season and the green grass, new leaves, and all the animal activity. 🥰
✨ Do a balancing ritual to honor the equal amount of light and dark. If you have a special one, share with us in comments! 🥰
Imbolc is a pagan festival associated with the lambing season, the coming of spring, and the goddess Brigid or (the Christianilized) Saint Brigid.
This, despite the patron saints of lambs & wool being St. Agnes & St. Blaise [respectively. ]
It is a festival of new birth & beginnings. It is first Spring. It is crawling out from under the dark slumber of January & into the light, making new from the soil & sun's past production.
It is spinning the fibers harvested from the ewes birthing the next generation.
Imbolc Spinning Project 19
The double roving alpaca is from a local small farm. It's called Great Northern (Common) Loon and is aptly named - that barberpole twist will turn into the speckled colorway of the iconic bird once plied and knitted.
Additionally, spinning a dual/two-tone roving makes it easy to actually see your twist angle while learning the process.
Today, I spun for 2 hours on one of my four wheels - on my rocinante - so to speak.
It was a productive day. It was remembering wheel spinning & local farmers & St. Brigid & making new things from old in the light of first Spring.
