closer to the sun

[harborshore]

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.

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[harborshore.livejournal.com]

"Bob?" Ray sounds careful, like he's trying not to spook Bob or something.

Bob rolls over so he faces away from the door. He doesn't particularly feel like looking at any of the guys, and he's hoping they're not all standing in his bedroom doorway. He has no idea why he ever gave any of them keys.

But maybe he should answer Ray. "Get lost."

"Bob, seriously, I just came to see--" Fuck, he sounds all caring and shit.

"Surgery sucks. I'm getting better. Now go away." There, that ought to do it.

Ray sighs. It's a familiar sigh, it's the way Ray sounds when Frank has injured himself again or when the Waybrothers are arguing about superheroes again or when Bob--well, he might hurt himself sometimes too.

And now Ray's sitting on the bed behind Bob. Fucking meddlesome guitarist.

Bob starts to roll over again, but a hand on his hip stops him. Then he hears Ray kick off his shoes and feels him lie down on the bed. Fucking meddlesome guitarist who likes to cuddle. It's not like it actually solves--

"You're being an idiot again, you know," Ray says, mouth against Bob's neck.

"Ray--"

"No, lie still and shut up for a while. Come on, like this--" Ray coaxes Bob to lie back against him and falls silent. Bob somehow can't think of anything to say in return, to get Ray to move or leave him alone.

"Fine," he mutters, and fine, yeah, maybe he relaxes a little.

[fitofpique.livejournal.com]

Ahahahaha! I was actually totally imagining dub-con cuddling! Oh, Bob. Your grumpyface isn't fooling any of us.

Thank you so much, bb!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Hee, you're welcome. I love writing about Bob being an irritable wretch and someone convincing him not to be.

And it had to be dub-con cuddling--the only time I've managed to get Bob to cuddle someone else it was because he was saving Brian from hypothermia (why yes, my WIP list is full of ridiculousness, why do you ask?)

[mahoni.livejournal.com]

Awww! Oh Bob. He's all sad and grumpy and then Toro had to come along and ruin it by cuddling him and making him feel a little better. ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Hee, yes. They know their Bob, man, and sometimes he just has to be snuggled into smiling. :D

[hammerhead22.livejournal.com]

Awwwww, Bob/Ray cuddling would be the best. Poor Bob getting cuddled against his will:)

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I know, wouldn't it be cozy? ♥ THEM.

[nahemaraxe.livejournal.com]

Awwww, dub-con cuddling! :D

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

It's BOB, you know? *grins* He doesn't tend to cuddle all that much unless he's forced into it.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

This was all kinds of wonderful.

Ray and Bob makes me happy.

mahoni linked to the post, so I'm going to sit and roll in all the cuddles now.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you! It made me pretty happy to write about them, too. :)

She's a darling, seriously.

[turlough]

Here through mahoni's pimping. This was so sweet! Grumpy!Bob gets force cuddled!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

It's Bob, you know--he's not much for the snuggling if he can help it. And thanks! :)