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unvanedIt's no surprise what he's doing behind the bedroom door - they've discussed using his skill with illusions to change his outward appearance for some time, now - , but still, Geibhin wants to throw a little show on it -- not to mention make sure he's got it right before she sees. Of course, he's been in here for over twenty minutes, and honestly, he's just being picky, now. Rhiannon is probably getting impatient.
"Just another minute, dear," he calls, still peering into the full-length mirror. Mother Tree, he looks so... soft. Handsome, of course, but how do humans function with so many vulnerable parts sticking out all the time? He can't seem to get the eyes right, either -- with all the other changes, they seem to want to stay a colour that he is fairly certain isn't natural for humans. Everything else looks fine, though... just about perfect. He wants to look like someone with class, like the humans Rhiannon's family associates with, but not too much. He's supposed to be from somewhere far off, after all, with no ties to any actual nobility. It has to be right.
Geibhin - no, Gethin - straightens up in front of the mirror and clears his throat, lifting his chin and finally turning to the door with a calming huff of a breath.
"Alright. You can come in, now." Come in and check him out.
"Just another minute, dear," he calls, still peering into the full-length mirror. Mother Tree, he looks so... soft. Handsome, of course, but how do humans function with so many vulnerable parts sticking out all the time? He can't seem to get the eyes right, either -- with all the other changes, they seem to want to stay a colour that he is fairly certain isn't natural for humans. Everything else looks fine, though... just about perfect. He wants to look like someone with class, like the humans Rhiannon's family associates with, but not too much. He's supposed to be from somewhere far off, after all, with no ties to any actual nobility. It has to be right.
Geibhin - no, Gethin - straightens up in front of the mirror and clears his throat, lifting his chin and finally turning to the door with a calming huff of a breath.
"Alright. You can come in, now." Come in and check him out.
OPEN MUSEBOX POST
Jul. 10th, 2014 10:02 pmgleansObligatory random scenario prompts:
( RANDOM SCENARIO )
OR: A prompt from Other Wordly.
OR: seriously any fuckin meme on bakerstreet idgaf let's go
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OR: A prompt from Other Wordly.
OR: seriously any fuckin meme on bakerstreet idgaf let's go
unvaned[ It's strange, lately, getting to the end of the day and actually being tired. Rhiannon has been keeping herself very busy, with her own spellwork, and the children she teaches. Even though Gethin has been spending a lot of that time in his magic-saving raven form, the amount of work Rhiannon does in a day - combined with the help he provides - is pretty draining. Not in a bad way, though -- in a way that makes it pleasant and easy to relax outside under the stars in the cool summer air when everything is finally finished for the day.
[ Bottle of wine in one hand, two glasses hanging from the other, Gethin edges out the back door into the garden, where Rhiannon is already sitting. The breeze is just cool enough, swaying the wind chimes and the string of white lights across the veranda just slightly. ]
If a glass isn't enough, there's a bucket out here somewhere. I can't say I'd blame you. [ Smiling, he hands her one of the empty glasses. ]
[ Bottle of wine in one hand, two glasses hanging from the other, Gethin edges out the back door into the garden, where Rhiannon is already sitting. The breeze is just cool enough, swaying the wind chimes and the string of white lights across the veranda just slightly. ]
If a glass isn't enough, there's a bucket out here somewhere. I can't say I'd blame you. [ Smiling, he hands her one of the empty glasses. ]
wisperFindlay doesn't often... make house calls, as you might say, but he's had a feeling about a little girl he'd seen the other day that he hasn't been able to shake. He hasn't seen outright abuse, not yet, but there's something sad about the kid and it's been bothering him. He wants to help, even a little, though as he approaches the house, he wonders if this is such a good idea.
He hears shouting.
And around the edge of the house, a small ball of blue light dances by a half-open window.
He hears shouting.
And around the edge of the house, a small ball of blue light dances by a half-open window.
lostgirlverse, faent of heart~
Mar. 11th, 2013 09:53 pmonteamdysonKenzi had always been incredibly understanding about Bo's fae shit. Really. Since the beginning, she'd known that there were rules you could push, maybe even break, but certain things were set in stone. It made sense. She got that. When they actually took the time to explain shit to her, she respected it. Didn't exactly like it... but she respected it.
So when Bo calmly told her that this Dawning stuff was serious bizz and Kenzi couldn't be around for it, despite spending three days in a fucking cave practically starving to death quite recently and just wanting to be back home with her best friend, Kenzi respected that. No Dál, no Bo, no getting her distracting human-bullshit anywhere near this Dawning crap in case she cost her best friend everything and lost her forever.
But like hell was she staying home alone and feelingslightly terrified sorry for herself. The Dál wasn't the only bar in town. And the light fae weren't the only fae she knew. Actually, the only friends that hadn't treated her like some huge inconvenience as of late all happened to be dark fae. So walking into a dark fae bar with her dark fae boyfriend wasn't even a freakin' issue. Sorry, Trick. Only no, not sorry. Not even a little bit.
Honestly, unless you knew the place was in dark territory, you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. Kenzi couldn't see what the big deal was. Especially not when she was with Galen. Double especially when she was holding his hand... you know, just so she doesn't lose him. Not because she's nervous or anything. Psht.
So when Bo calmly told her that this Dawning stuff was serious bizz and Kenzi couldn't be around for it, despite spending three days in a fucking cave practically starving to death quite recently and just wanting to be back home with her best friend, Kenzi respected that. No Dál, no Bo, no getting her distracting human-bullshit anywhere near this Dawning crap in case she cost her best friend everything and lost her forever.
But like hell was she staying home alone and feeling
Honestly, unless you knew the place was in dark territory, you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. Kenzi couldn't see what the big deal was. Especially not when she was with Galen. Double especially when she was holding his hand... you know, just so she doesn't lose him. Not because she's nervous or anything. Psht.
Lostgirlverse, Post-Show-nanigans...
Dec. 26th, 2012 07:58 pmonteamdysonIt had been a long-ass time since Kenzi had been to a show like that. The energy of the crowd, seeing all those kids just so psyched and ready for this. The last time she'd played with Nate, they'd had maybe twenty people show up and only ten paying any attention. But this... this was something else. She was getting a contact high just by being there. And seeing Galen on stage was like flipping a switch. Day and night. It was pretty freakin' magical and she couldn't have wiped the smile off her face if she tried.
In fact, that smile was still there as the band wrapped up their set and she headed to the backstage area. Bo had to deal with something kind of sudden and very Lauren-related, so the plan was to take Portia. Unfortunately, Portia had to cover a shift at the pizza place an couldn't go either. It was probably around that time that Kenzi realized she needed more friends her own age because there was no way Dyson or Hale would be caught dead having fun at a concert unless it was someone like Beyonce-fae and Hale had a chance to get with her after. Whatever. Kenzi wasn't going to miss this for the world. Alone is better than not at all. Hell, alone was amazing.
She hovered awkwardly, desperately trying to resist the urge to pick up a few things with her always-sticky fingers in an attempt to make a good impression. How lame would going right up to him after the show be? Really lame. She knows the need for downtime and all that junk, even on a much, much, MUCH smaller scale. Instead, she opts to lean against a wall and tries to pick out who's fae and who's human. Faedar. She's usually at about a sixty percent accuracy rate these days.
In fact, that smile was still there as the band wrapped up their set and she headed to the backstage area. Bo had to deal with something kind of sudden and very Lauren-related, so the plan was to take Portia. Unfortunately, Portia had to cover a shift at the pizza place an couldn't go either. It was probably around that time that Kenzi realized she needed more friends her own age because there was no way Dyson or Hale would be caught dead having fun at a concert unless it was someone like Beyonce-fae and Hale had a chance to get with her after. Whatever. Kenzi wasn't going to miss this for the world. Alone is better than not at all. Hell, alone was amazing.
She hovered awkwardly, desperately trying to resist the urge to pick up a few things with her always-sticky fingers in an attempt to make a good impression. How lame would going right up to him after the show be? Really lame. She knows the need for downtime and all that junk, even on a much, much, MUCH smaller scale. Instead, she opts to lean against a wall and tries to pick out who's fae and who's human. Faedar. She's usually at about a sixty percent accuracy rate these days.
gleansGalen loves touring. It's exciting, moving from place to place; playing loud, energetic shows; entertaining hundreds of people. It's freeing - aside from the occasional speedbump caused by running into Light territory - and he really isn't looking forward to the point at which he's going to have to end his career to hide his lack of aging. That's about twenty or thirty years down the road, though, so he tries not to worry about it; right now is what's important. Right now he's in a band with some humans he really fucking likes, touring the world, and making music. He's having fun. And that's what's important.
Of course, checking in at each city's waypoint isn't exactly high on his list of fun things to do, since he either has to sneak out or make excuses every time he takes off to do it, but he's been to the Dál once before. It's a good spot, and Trick is a good guy. Hell, he probably could've called his arrival in, but he decides to stop by anyway for a drink and some conversation. Normally he'd bring Brad, his technically-claimed-human, but Brad has some things of his own to do, and that's fine with him. He doesn't plan to stay long, anyway.
So he gets himself sat at the bar, orders up a beer and chats with Trick about the tour before the elder is pulled away for a private conversation with a very attractive woman in a high ponytail and heels. Damn. He doesn't eavesdrop, though; just drinks the last of his beer and leans an arm on the counter, looks out at the rest of the pub. The place isn't packed, but it looks like a lot of fae have made this their go-to place for the evening.
Glancing back over at Trick and the heelsy woman, Galen decides he'll stay for another drink and then head out to eat. He has a busy night ahead.
Of course, checking in at each city's waypoint isn't exactly high on his list of fun things to do, since he either has to sneak out or make excuses every time he takes off to do it, but he's been to the Dál once before. It's a good spot, and Trick is a good guy. Hell, he probably could've called his arrival in, but he decides to stop by anyway for a drink and some conversation. Normally he'd bring Brad, his technically-claimed-human, but Brad has some things of his own to do, and that's fine with him. He doesn't plan to stay long, anyway.
So he gets himself sat at the bar, orders up a beer and chats with Trick about the tour before the elder is pulled away for a private conversation with a very attractive woman in a high ponytail and heels. Damn. He doesn't eavesdrop, though; just drinks the last of his beer and leans an arm on the counter, looks out at the rest of the pub. The place isn't packed, but it looks like a lot of fae have made this their go-to place for the evening.
Glancing back over at Trick and the heelsy woman, Galen decides he'll stay for another drink and then head out to eat. He has a busy night ahead.