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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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Hee, thank you! I had a lot of fun with them. You can't go wrong with cuddles (except I'm really glad no one gave me Bob and Batman, because, hmm). And of course you can have Lindsey and Kitty! In a balloon, even. (This is wildly AU.)
"Fucking fucked-up piece of shit navigation system." Lyn-Z kicks at it for good measure, and swears again.
"This was not where we were supposed to land." Kitty sounds tired, and no wonder. Fucked-up ankles (possibly broken) will do that to you.
Lyn-Z looks around the deserted beach, notes that she can't see smoke anywhere close, so presumably this island isn't even inhabited. Fun. And their rations will last them precisely three days. Double fun.
"How's your ankle?" she says instead of yelling again.
"Oh, you know," Kitty smiles a little. "Could be worse, could've been both ankles."
"Always look on the bright side of life, right?"
"Of fucking course."
They smile at each other (some things are always the same, and at least they're here together) and settle in for the night. Lyn-Z unwraps the ration bar with a flourish and presents it to Kitty.
"Your meal, mylady. The finest cardboard money can buy."
"Now now," says Kitty, taking it. "Don't forget the delicate fruits, freeze-dried until they resemble little tiny flecks of mold."
"Of course," Lyn-Z grins, "how could I forget?"
After they eat, Lyn-Z makes Kitty lie down with her head on Lyn-Z's lap. "You need to sleep," she says, talking over Kitty's protest that they can at least trade watches. "I'll sleep during the day, but you're the wounded one."
"Damsel in distress," Kitty mumbles into Lyn-Z's thigh.
Lyn-Z sweeps Kitty's hair away from her forehead. "Whatever you want to be," she says quietly, looking out into the night.
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"Whatever you want to be," she says quietly, looking out into the night.
Exactly. Yes.
Wait, Georgette Heyer has books with balloon ascensions? *beams* Which ones?
They crop up as window dressing in quite a few young-lady-being-squired-about-town storylines, but the one where it's actually a plot point is Frederica. There is a mad carriage journey across England to catch the balloon :DD
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Frederica, excellent. *adds to book list* I just got my paycheck for the summer, and given that I've been sick off and on for a month, I'm going to get myself some early birthday presents. :D
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Ooh, really? *chin hands* You could tell me about it?
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I could write about the craziness of MSI along with this steady, slow pining that turns into a relationship
Ooh, yes, so much yes.
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Oh man, I'm going to try and outline this story soonish, can I email you once I've done that? I tend to need to tell a story at someone in order to write it.
And pining is my favorite. But perhaps that is pretty clear. ♥
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PLEASE ♥
darklinmouse[at]gmail.com
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