#thread:moonlight

[lgcsoho-blog]

moonlight.

@lgchime, senshi squad halloween party

she’s got enough bows and satin to be an entire christmas present, but she’ll admit to the fact she feels pretty good about herself at the moment. sure,  she’s recycling a costume, but she’s a girl on a budget who gave up the prospect of proper adulthood for a chance at a pipe dream, so really people should have lower expectations from her. 

she knows she could have, should have, gone with something more understated or more aesthetic or something that would read as trendy and instagram chic. instead, she’s an anime character from her childhood. but like, isn’t that the point of halloween? it’s not like she’s wearing this out to the itaewon clubs (she would never). it’s a company party. if she can’t show off that she’s a good sport for costuming,  for themes, for being a little bit over the top in this context, how is she ever going to prove to them she could be an idol? they’ll end up in weirder outfits at one point or another, she’s sure. 

besides, she loves sailor moon. 

and she looks damn good, too, she thinks, in slinky boots and a fluttery blue skirt, the white top fit tight to her form and the ever-so-slight schoolgirl accenting to the costume giving it that kitchy sexed up halloween flair that young adulthood is so known for. 

plus, hime had agreed to play along. 

she finds the other girl as she enters the party, a laugh on her lips as she grabs her by both hands, leans back to make a show of examining her. “you look absolutely brilliant,” she tells her, her lips pulling into something heart shaped and sweet, full of an enthusiasm that perhaps does not often flutter over her features. but it’s a night to be a bit happy, a bit giddy, she thinks. “did you bring props?” she adds curiously,  grinning at her own expense to add, “i thought about it but honestly i figured i’d just get annoyed trying to keep up with a wand or whatever,” she admits, cheek dimpling with the half-slanted grin that follows the words. hooking an arm  through her’s she adds, “have you been here long? can i get you a drink?” 

[unclescroogie]

Moonlight

@wcbbigail

Shimmering moonlight, pale as it danced upon the floor through closed windows. Creatures lurking beyond their vision, beasts of memory and shadow. They danced grotesquely out of the peripheral, creating visions of danger and worry. The stars were faint angels in the sky, too far to do anything, but watching all the same. Clouds were slowly creeping in, bringing heavy rainfall with them-- not as though he minded. The night was slipping through it’s cycle and while most slept, some others didn’t. Those were the ones with nightmares, the ones with fears, and the ones with obligations. There were many reasons as to the why and the how, in this night it seemed that it was very possible it was all of the above-- the thunder was arguing with the lightning in the far distance.

Scrooge was among them, those wide awake. He paced about his mansion unable to find solace, unable to find rest, a glass of whiskey in his left hand, cane in his right hand. The monsters that lurked in the shadow for him were merely memories of a time long gone, a time he didn’t want to remember. Bent over cleaning shoes over in Scotland, mining gold with a woman he felt hated him now back up in the Klondike, even adventures that he went on with the triplets or Donald or really anyone. They all held both positive and negative hints, those of the negative were reaching for him from the darkness.

It was the duckling that snapped him back into reality from where he eventually found himself sitting. A windowsill with a space for one to just perch themselves upon. His eyes were set upon the darkness outside for a moment as rain droplets smacked against the window, but her footsteps drew his attention away from the monotone scenery. It was Webby, he could tell by her pink clothing and her little bow. It practically glowed in the moonlight that was cast through the window, and yet she didn’t seem to notice him watching her.

“What are you doin’ up so late?” He inquired, catching her attention with practiced ease. Was she frightened? Was she looking for something? Perhaps she just wanted a glass of water from the kitchen? Whatever it was he was curious of it, in the night there wasn’t much one could do, especially her. The children that resided within the mansion were young, they were small individuals, ones that would be best in bed at this hour. But Scrooge didn’t mind at all.

“Shouldn’t ye be in bed?”

[thornedmage-blog]

Moonlight

@devilofthecresentisle

Soft spring breeze carrying the whisper of night, the gentle gleam and glow of lights that filtered through the trees and their branches. They eclipsed even the moon in their brilliance, the quiet celestial onlooker from space. It’s round being cast a glow upon the grassy fields and the gentle life as it lived in this world. The stars were little eyes that watched from the outreaches of a world he could never see, a world that may be far better or far worse than this one. A sentient being could only imagine something or another to explain the guardians of the sky. There was no reason for the ancient magus to be wandering about the forest at this late an hour, no reason at all. And yet here he was. Wandering about as if he was restless– perhaps he was. Wasn’t he suppose to be in bed right now? Chise laying beside him, their wedding bands twinkling in the faint moonlight that poured through the window, soft dreams cushioning their sleep and preparing them for another day of hard work and learning. To some extent, yes, but he had found himself growing restless while in bed.

“Where are you going?” She asked him softly. “On a walk…” He replied quietly. “Do you want me to go with you?” Chise responded, her voice groggy and her eyes half lidded and heavy, she was already half asleep when he decided to get up. “No… You stay here and sleep a little longer. You humans tire easier, and besides you are still relatively young, are you not?” She wasn’t following along with his words, not truly, but she nodded as if she was. She didn’t speak again, fast asleep suddenly, breathing gently. He watched her for a moment, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, how her hands twitched lightly with the pulse that ran through her veins, how her eyes flickered just beneath those eyelids– beautiful gemstones of dual color. Her hair spread over the pillow, strands of fire condensed into silken string, it flowed under her head like a river of elegant scarlet. He couldn’t understand the feeling in his chest, it made him joyous and yet sick all at the same time. He understood happiness now, so he could understand part of this emotion, but all the while it was confusing… He leaned over her body and nuzzled her cheek gently, careful to not awaken her from her sleeping form. ‘This is what beautiful is… isn’t it…’ He thought to himself.

He hated to leave the bed, he hated to leave the room, he hated to step into the hallway, he hated to step down the stairs– he loathed the feeling of leaving her there. Silky watched him as he left, confused and dazed as to why he was awake at the moment, but she didn’t move to stop him. She understood all too well why he was like this. While it may not seem like it, Elias was always anxious about something, he was a wise fellow despite being young compared to others and so he knew to hide it, but that didn’t stop him from behaving at times like a tiger trapped in a zoo cage. Pacing back and forth and growling to be let out or fed. He stepped quietly through the garden and out into the lush forest where he let himself disappear into the leaves. He wanted to fade away from the world for a while, feel himself in nature, feel himself back among his element of shadow. Darkness was something he always found himself comfortable with, what with how he blended in so seamlessly in the night. He was never one for healing, outside of medicine and the basic instinct that animals use, he was more of someone who would break. Him and Chise worked well together in that respect.

The darkness of the woodland engulfed him, bound him, he felt as though the air had grown significantly lighter as it washed over him. Gentle scent of honey dew, rose, poppy, and– he stopped. Red eyes glowed faintly as he saw the stranger. A book in his hand filled with sketches of… something. What it was wasn’t able to be determined from a mere glance. Perhaps something he saw, something he wanted to catalog… something he found he wanted to save in his memory… who knew, he was a character that was as mysterious as he was quiet. He closed the book and held it by his side, unsure of how to greet this stranger who locked eyes with him. They were not a normal living creature that’s for sure, they were something else entirely. He closed the book, the page had a drawing of an aloe plant upon it– healing… He was thinking about healing something or someone perhaps?

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