moon serenade

life is a dream when it reflects a gleam that we catch as the essence, which is hidden in the beam of the moon. mani ◉ norse ◉ moon, personified

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arielangel:

“Well, I’m French.” Of course, it hadn’t exactly been France when she lived there, but close enough. Italy was even newer as a country. But Ariel tried to keep up with that part of the world especially. “So it’s far closer than here is.” Her smile grew as he offered her the pizza. It did smell divine, and she was surprisingly hungry. “Thank you! I haven’t got much American money yet.” 

“   —— ah! well, that explains it. ” not really. but it wasn’t like he had any room to talk. before the project that had turned his life upside down, he’d kept his two feet planted firmly in what the world knew today as norway. so worldly wasn’t a term he would ever think to apply to himself. not now at least. “what brings you to this neck of the woods then?” a fair question — he’d been drawn here himself, but surely other people had other reasons to make the journey. 

“   —— think nothing of it. ” it seemed like she had more need of it than he did at the moment. and it wasn’t like there was any danger of pizza dissolving into non-edible matter. “have any idea what you’re going to do about money?” he was curious. 

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exiledamazon:

“A long, long time?” His emphasis didn’t go unnoticed and she tilted her head a little, hoping he’d elaborate. Until then, the pizza was her main focus.

“It might. Though do you normally spend your time going around offering strangers food?” She held out her hand, adjusting the shield on her back. “I’m Desma.”

“  —— long enough to know better. well, in most cases.” mani smiled amusedly — he just couldn’t help it. for someone who’d been around for more years than a normal human being could count, it sure felt great to be free of age-old responsibilities. he didn’t miss that part of his old life one damn bit. “but if you’re asking me how old i am, i passed that moon cycle ages ago.” in other words, he didn’t know. what did years matter to an immortal being?

“  —— only pretty strangers who look like they could kick my ass all over las vegas.” the identity of this woman was fast becoming a puzzle he wished to solve. “yeah?” his smile broadened into a playful grin as he shook her hand. “good to meet you, desma. i’m mani.” short for mani.

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arielangel:

Ariel put a smile on her face as she tried to summon her persuasive powers. In her experience, people were more likely to agree when she created positive emotions in them. But she couldn’t find the power to create that feeling. Although she could sense his feelings and felt that she could augment it if she tried, the reminder that her powers had dimmed only hurt her. “Please? It smells so good. Reminds me of Italy.”

“   —— italy, huh? wouldn’t have pegged you for the worldly type. ” her youthful appearance certainly didn’t give credence to the thought of attaching worldliness to her image. but he also knew better than to judge someone based solely on their looks. he’d been around long enough to understand that not everything was what it seemed. gaze dropping to the slice of pizza he’d practically flaunted in front of her, a contemplative frown creased mani’s lips, and he slowly held it out to her. “ guess i could always buy another one. ” he wasn’t short on cash, so it should be fine.

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exiledamazon:

She offered a small smile, looking back at him finally. “You could say that. I never understood the enthusiasm for it until I tried it.”

“And I’d hate to take it. After all, you did pay for it.” Desma hoped he had at least. Either way, she really didn’t want to take someone else’s food. It seemed rude to her.

“  —— no one ever does. that’s the terrifying thing about it — because once you try it, there’s no going back. you’re hooked for life ... and for some of us, that’s a long, long time. ”

“  —— what if i told you someone gave me this slice for free? ” free had so many different connotations; he wondered if she could guess which one he referred to. “ would that change your mindset? ”

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exiledamazon:

Desma normally didn’t stare-at least not so obviously. But the surprisingly loud demand her stomach was making for food along with the smell of the pizza made her forget her manners. 

Her trance was broken when he spoke and she jumped slightly, embarrassed to have been caught and looked down at her dirty boots. “Sorry…I’ll go find my own.”

“  —— a pizza lover, i take it? can’t say i blame you there. ” 

“  —— you sure? you’re not even going to try to convince me to let you have a bite? well, now, that takes all the fun out of it. ” 

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inamatxs:

❛    DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT YOUR PIZZA?  ❜

❛    AND EVEN IF I DID, EATING A SLICE WITH SUCH GUSTO IN FRONT OF ME WHILE REFUSING TO SHARE IS RATHER RUDE. ❜ 

“ ——   can’t say for sure. some people are extremely good at hiding their hunger.”

“ ——   hey, i bought this pizza fair and square. i should have the right to eat it however, whenever, and wherever i want. if you got a problem with that, i suggest you take it up with the magistrate.” 

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xfamxne:

— “It looks … appetizing?”

— “That’s quite all right. I’m perfectly capable of purchasing my own … But out of curiosity, where did you actually acquire your slice of pizza?”

“   —— what? don’t believe me?”

“   —— at that little pizzeria joint down the road — think they called it twisted toppings. you know, i’m not the selfish prick i come across as. if you really want a bite of my pizza, i don’t mind letting you have one.”

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“   —— yes, this is fantastic pizza ... ”

“   —— and no, you can’t have any — but maybe if you ask nicely, i’ll feel inclined to share. no promises.”

[hxginn]

❛   — MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE,  ❜   Huginn reads aloud, dark gaze narrowed on the bin of tiny bottles marked for sale.  ❛  IS THERE A MESSAGE LENGTH REQUIREMENT?  ❜   He picks one up from the bin, wanting to take a closer look at it.   ❛  HOW LONG DOES IT USUALLY TAKE FOR THE RECIPIENT TO RECEIVE ONE OF THESE … IMPOSSIBLY TINY THINGS?  ❜   He mutters to himself, already half-convinced that the task will most likely prove impossible given its size.

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    —— messages in a BOTTLE; how old school. “the bottle should already come equipped with pre-written instructions,” mani disclosed in a conspiratorial whisper, one eyebrow arched high, practically disappearing into his hairline. “but off the top of my head ... never?” it would take years for the recipient to gain access to it — and that didn’t take into account the possibility of the damn thing losing its way. it happened. “personally, i’d go with express mail ... or better yet, email. less hassle that way.”

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paxvictoria:

“Well that’s true.  Every situation is rather different so you need to evaluate each of them as they happen, she said with a smile that lit up her face.  Spilled champagne was minor but still illustrated the issue, but at a very basic, simplistic example.

Nike moved out of the way of the others walking by.  “I do actually like doing things spontaneously… go with the flow type too.  I plan little as needed and just like to see what happens.  Though nothing of consequence has happened yet… at least not today.  But the day is early.”

      —— GLAD to hear that someone else shared his opinion, mani glanced from the champagne to the boisterous crowd surrounding them; it wouldn’t take much for an accident to occur in a crowd of this size. but then, catching sight of her smile — it was on par with the brightness of the sun, reminding him a little of his sister — she distracted him from his thoughts, appropriating his attention with nothing more than her friendly demeanor. “if we judged every situation based on the same kind of ... criteria ...  well, i’m afraid we’d fall short nine out of ten times.” in his opinion. having been around the block a few times, he knew a thing or two about falling short.

    a chuckle escaped at her remark about spontaneity. “a woman after my own heart,” mani murmured, not entirely serious — although there was some truth to his reply. sol accused him of impulsiveness often enough that he couldn’t help but embrace the concept. when you lived your entire life hightailing it away from a hungry wolf hell-bent on devouring you, you learned pretty quickly that unpredictability could very well be your ticket to survival; your only ticket. “does your lack of planning ever get you into trouble?” his certainly did.

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paxvictoria:

Nike turned to the man and looked up at him, looking to make sure she’d not splashed any of her drink on either of them as well.  She smiled, holding up the glass higher.  “Well we wouldn’t want any kind of disaster like that now would we?”  She glanced around quickly before turning her attention back to the stranger and grinned back at him.  “I didn’t have any plans, i like walking around and seeing what happens.  But don’t plan on having more ‘whoops’ to worry about.  And you?”

     —— a LITTLE mischief here and there would only hurt the one with little to no humor in their personal, everyday life — and the smile on this woman’s face gave a vague impression of a mischievous heart if only in this one particular context; an easily mistaken one, he supposed. “depends on the situation, i’d say,” mani murmured, a lightheartedness in his tone as his grin deepened, mentally listing off the various situations that could lead to the much-appreciated disaster of spilled champagne. a cheating spouse, an insulting stranger — both of which didn’t apply to the present situation. oh well.

    “oh, i see. so you’re a go-with-the-flow kind of person, huh?” he gave an understanding nod, finding that they had that in common if it was true on her part. why worry about the future when the here and now could be so interesting? “anything worth talking about happen yet?” aside from her near body collision with him — couldn’t really call that interesting. “me? i don’t do plans. spontaneity is so much more fun.”

[submissivexlottie]

Some nights the wishes for luck and to win were louder than others.  Funny how most believed it to be the same thing when it so wasn’t.  She liked those times, teetered between one and the other, smiling and waiting for those she would grant favor too.  Nike could think a better place to be than Las Vegas except perhaps Monaco.  Reaching for a glass of champagne with a smile, she turned to round the tables, looking up as she nearly knocked into someone.  “Whoops!”

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      —— “whoops?”  MANI gazed down at the woman who’d come close to bumping into him, the piercing blue of his eyes dropping to the glass of champagne in her hand. “whoops implies a minor setback. that — ” he gestured to the glass. “ — would have been an unavoidable disaster.” but he grinned nonetheless, amused by the prospect of champagne going everywhere. unavoidable disasters could be quite entertaining in their own right. “so — what now? any more whoops to look out for?”