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harborshore) wrote2009-08-24 08:25 pm
harborshore) wrote2009-08-24 08:25 pm
closer to the sun
Tonight I went for a walk with dad, about an hour before the sunset. People were playing soccer and volleyball on the field near where we live, and the all-girl team was winning the volleyball game (much like it seems the only serious contenders in the Way-family croquet match was Alicia and Lyn-Z).
We crossed the road and sat down on the cliff, watching as the light settled over the grass and the skyline. Like being in a city and not, at once.
Then we saw hot-air balloons. Four of them, to be exact. They were coming closer, hovering over the trees, and it was beautiful, absolutely stunning. But what was initially looking like a gorgeous sunset, complete with balloons (like a movie), turned into a comedy of errors pretty soon, with some pretty scary moments.
See, the first balloon meant to go down right in front of us. Only at the last second, there was a gust of wind and it lifted again, almost ending up in the middle of the road. However, the driver managed to get it airborne again, so that it reached the field on the other side of the road, where it bounce-bounce-bounced three times before landing on its side.
The second balloon almost ran into the only building in this field, but somehow swerved and executed a fairly smooth landing, swaying with the wind before the people (and the air) were let out.
The fourth balloon was the impressive one. It was the furthest away, and we saw it start going down where we know there are no fields large enough to comfortably land on. We gulped a little, but it started rising again after being completely out of sight beyond the trees. There was barely any wind at this point, so it stood practically still in the air for about ten minutes before it started coming closer to our field. It came down fast, then, but slowed enough just before touching down that the balloon barely swayed at all. Incredibly graceful, somehow, and a fantastic thing to get to see.
On the way back, we ended up right below a kestrel, hovering in the air, preparing for a dive. Dad said he felt like it was about to dive at us, and I agreed, but we still didn't move.
Now, I'm waiting for the joint aches to subside (modern medicine is sometimes marvelous) and looking at the dark outside. We can't see the stars, yet, but the closer we get to winter, the clearer they'll become.
I'd steal the death match meme, except I'm feeling sweet and cozy tonight. I'd rather talk about cuddling.
If you feel like it, give me two characters, bandom (MCR or MSI), DCU (Birds of Prey, the Bats (especially the ladies)), and Buffy, and I'll tell you about them cuddling. Wacky crossovers are totally okay, though please don't give me Bob and Batman.
We crossed the road and sat down on the cliff, watching as the light settled over the grass and the skyline. Like being in a city and not, at once.
Then we saw hot-air balloons. Four of them, to be exact. They were coming closer, hovering over the trees, and it was beautiful, absolutely stunning. But what was initially looking like a gorgeous sunset, complete with balloons (like a movie), turned into a comedy of errors pretty soon, with some pretty scary moments.
See, the first balloon meant to go down right in front of us. Only at the last second, there was a gust of wind and it lifted again, almost ending up in the middle of the road. However, the driver managed to get it airborne again, so that it reached the field on the other side of the road, where it bounce-bounce-bounced three times before landing on its side.
The second balloon almost ran into the only building in this field, but somehow swerved and executed a fairly smooth landing, swaying with the wind before the people (and the air) were let out.
The fourth balloon was the impressive one. It was the furthest away, and we saw it start going down where we know there are no fields large enough to comfortably land on. We gulped a little, but it started rising again after being completely out of sight beyond the trees. There was barely any wind at this point, so it stood practically still in the air for about ten minutes before it started coming closer to our field. It came down fast, then, but slowed enough just before touching down that the balloon barely swayed at all. Incredibly graceful, somehow, and a fantastic thing to get to see.
On the way back, we ended up right below a kestrel, hovering in the air, preparing for a dive. Dad said he felt like it was about to dive at us, and I agreed, but we still didn't move.
Now, I'm waiting for the joint aches to subside (modern medicine is sometimes marvelous) and looking at the dark outside. We can't see the stars, yet, but the closer we get to winter, the clearer they'll become.
I'd steal the death match meme, except I'm feeling sweet and cozy tonight. I'd rather talk about cuddling.
If you feel like it, give me two characters, bandom (MCR or MSI), DCU (Birds of Prey, the Bats (especially the ladies)), and Buffy, and I'll tell you about them cuddling. Wacky crossovers are totally okay, though please don't give me Bob and Batman.
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Frank is feeling kind of irritated.
No, scratch that, Frank is really fucking annoyed. This, this broken toe thing, is bullshit. Absolute bullshit. And not even the fact that they're in an actual hotel room tonight helps.
"You should really elevate your foot, you know," Gerard says absently. He's rifling through his bag, probably looking for the comic he was reading earlier. Frank's not going to tell him that the comic is still on the bus, because Gerard is an absentminded motherfucker and left it in the kitchen, and Frank rescued it from catching on fire when Mikey was making toast.
"Doesn't help," he says instead, glaring balefully at his foot. It's hurting a lot, actually, and he's out of painkillers. He could go get some (someone always has them, Bob definitely does), but he doesn't feel like hobbling down the hall right now.
Gerard makes an impatient noise and pushes his bag away. "Stop being such a brat, fucker," he says and walks over to the bed.
Frank looks up at him, unconsciously pushing into it when Gerard gets a hand in his hair. "I just--" he says, losing some of his irritation just from having Gerard close, warm and smiling.
"Shhh," Gerard says and kisses him.
He pulls away and grins at Frank's protesting noise, then he gets on the bed and sits, leaning against the headboard.
"Come on, asshole," he says warmly and gets Frank to sit with his back against Gerard's chest, leaning into him. Frank tries to get a hand between them (seriously, it's a hotel night), but Gerard holds him still. "Just sit for a minute," he says, and Frank settles.
They end up watching Ghostbusters, which is somehow always on, and Frank drifts off between one scene and the next, Gerard's arms anchoring him.
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This is great.
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