[she will hurry, though, because it's impolite to keep someone waiting. when she reappears at the window, it's in a blue dress more suitable and not her work attire, and she's put in a touch more effort into her appearance. there, that feels more appropriate.
she wants to say she can't believe she's doing this, but here she is, actually going out through her window in the middle of the night.]
Do you often play the storybook character like this?
[showing up on a broom outside of people's windows...it's very fairy tale.]
[ a shake of his head as he takes a nice long drag of his pipe. tonight it smells like jasmine and sea-salt, and emily looks rather cute in a blue dress that makes her more youthful than usual. such a fated night indeed. ]
I'd love to hear all about the storybook characters you've read that made you say that.
[ please! he'd love to hear it, as he'd only heard snippets from the sages his world had summoned from japan. in any case, he makes some room for emily on his broomstick, readjusting his seating position so that he's riding it like a bike and extending a hand towards her to help her get on. ]
[taking his hand, she seats herself next to him, feeling a bit giddy at the idea of riding a broom like a fairytale witch. the scent of his pipe is pleasing, soothing, and she has the distinct thought she's being spirited away.
Hibiki only laughs, and closes their eyes to sleep.]
You'll laugh. Most of those characters are from stories for children.
[fantasy tales, things to pass by when one got older. and yet, here they are now.]
I don't mind. There is a reason why children's stories persisted through time. Even we could learn a thing or two from rereading them.
And so, we shall frolic like excitable children on this beautiful night. Now, hold on to me tight and never let go.
[ at this point he's aware of how his words can affect people, but it's all worth it to see her reactions. emily'd better hold on tight for real, though, because the broom starts lifting itself up above the roof before whizzing them away into the night sky in a nice, leisurely pace.
while some of the streets in the shuten and tamamo-owned districts are a Mess from the turf war, the cityscape of jigoku-cho is almost blinding from up here. ]
[she's obedient, holding on snug to his back, and gasps in delight when they reach their heights. it's beautiful from up here, like a strange sort of jewel box, and to see it at this time, with a companion...]
I do fly some on my wings, but never like this....not at this height.
[maybe she'll have to try some day, to practice it more.]
[a minor complaint, as instead she takes advantage of his suggestion to relax her wings and let them stretch - that's a wonderful feeling, when she's usually holding them so close that her back tenses from it, to keep them taking up as little room as possible. it's the relief of a muscle finally allowed to relax and move, and she's glad for it.]
Is that why you took me away? To make good on that promise for a dance?
[ too bad shylock can't turn around to see her unleash her wings, but the sound of ruffling wings is unmistakable. he laughs. ]
It's not a promise, dear Emily. [ it can never be a promise. ] I wanted to dance with you purely on a whim. In fact if you're brave enough, we could do it right here, right now -- even without music.
If I'm brave enough? You're the one more at risk to fall.
[she won't deny hearing dear Emily makes her heart flutter in certain ways - that it makes her want to try something as strange and new as sky dancing, for that alone. maybe she has been working too hard.]
[ he then slows down to a stop just near the kaigo no bou, with the moon serving as their backdrop.
he then takes emily's hands that were holding on to him and places them on his broomstick, so that he can get up on his feet and turn around to face her. see? impeccable balance. ]
[at the least, she could stop him from dashing his head into the pavement. but his standing up shows her that he has no fear - and she needs to try to match it to a degree. even if logic dictates one shouldn't be hovering on brooms in the moonlight in hell, even if it is with a friend.
her wings shift and balance her as she gets up to join him, keeping her feet on the broomstick. they'll make up for what she lacks - birds are made to perch in their own way, after all.
he might call it a whim, but she had held it as something she was bound to do, only by choice instead of duty.]
[ speaking of hands, he takes hers in his, steady and graceful as he takes position. a tango in the skies is practically a staple for most western wizards, thrillseekers as they are, and the fact that emily's become daring enough to do this with him...
fufu. what an interesting woman she is. ]
Just follow my lead. If you do fall, then... [ a chuckle ] It'll be on me.
[ stop
and with that, he takes a step forward, then another one. careful, careful, watch your step. but with how shylock is holding her like the dearest partner that she is, she definitely won't fall from here.
[if she doesn't think too hard about it, then it's simpler. if she trusts him that she won't fall, that his hands and her wings will keep her safe, then it's easy. hardly the most dangerous thing she's done in her life. it's readable in her body language and tension when she relaxes, when the nerves give way to enjoyment, and it's just...fun. something that makes it so she can't help but smile. even without music, she can hear it in her head - a rhythm she just has to follow.
maybe she was wrong to associate him with fairy tales. a fairy doesn't create moments like this. he is what he is, what he has to be - only a wizard could create something like this. like a dream, except a good one.
it's enough to make her laugh a little, honest and fond.]
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she wants to say she can't believe she's doing this, but here she is, actually going out through her window in the middle of the night.]
Do you often play the storybook character like this?
[showing up on a broom outside of people's windows...it's very fairy tale.]
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I'd love to hear all about the storybook characters you've read that made you say that.
[ please! he'd love to hear it, as he'd only heard snippets from the sages his world had summoned from japan. in any case, he makes some room for emily on his broomstick, readjusting his seating position so that he's riding it like a bike and extending a hand towards her to help her get on. ]
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Hibiki only laughs, and closes their eyes to sleep.]
You'll laugh. Most of those characters are from stories for children.
[fantasy tales, things to pass by when one got older. and yet, here they are now.]
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And so, we shall frolic like excitable children on this beautiful night. Now, hold on to me tight and never let go.
[ at this point he's aware of how his words can affect people, but it's all worth it to see her reactions. emily'd better hold on tight for real, though, because the broom starts lifting itself up above the roof before whizzing them away into the night sky in a nice, leisurely pace.
while some of the streets in the shuten and tamamo-owned districts are a Mess from the turf war, the cityscape of jigoku-cho is almost blinding from up here. ]
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I do fly some on my wings, but never like this....not at this height.
[maybe she'll have to try some day, to practice it more.]
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[ he can absolutely stand on his broomstick and do all sorts of trapeze-like acts on it. it has been a while, mind, but he can do it. ]
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[a minor complaint, as instead she takes advantage of his suggestion to relax her wings and let them stretch - that's a wonderful feeling, when she's usually holding them so close that her back tenses from it, to keep them taking up as little room as possible. it's the relief of a muscle finally allowed to relax and move, and she's glad for it.]
Is that why you took me away? To make good on that promise for a dance?
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It's not a promise, dear Emily. [ it can never be a promise. ] I wanted to dance with you purely on a whim. In fact if you're brave enough, we could do it right here, right now -- even without music.
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[she won't deny hearing dear Emily makes her heart flutter in certain ways - that it makes her want to try something as strange and new as sky dancing, for that alone. maybe she has been working too hard.]
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[ he then slows down to a stop just near the kaigo no bou, with the moon serving as their backdrop.
he then takes emily's hands that were holding on to him and places them on his broomstick, so that he can get up on his feet and turn around to face her. see? impeccable balance. ]
If I were to fall right now, will you catch me?
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[at the least, she could stop him from dashing his head into the pavement. but his standing up shows her that he has no fear - and she needs to try to match it to a degree. even if logic dictates one shouldn't be hovering on brooms in the moonlight in hell, even if it is with a friend.
her wings shift and balance her as she gets up to join him, keeping her feet on the broomstick. they'll make up for what she lacks - birds are made to perch in their own way, after all.
he might call it a whim, but she had held it as something she was bound to do, only by choice instead of duty.]
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[ speaking of hands, he takes hers in his, steady and graceful as he takes position. a tango in the skies is practically a staple for most western wizards, thrillseekers as they are, and the fact that emily's become daring enough to do this with him...
fufu. what an interesting woman she is. ]
Just follow my lead. If you do fall, then... [ a chuckle ] It'll be on me.
[ stop
and with that, he takes a step forward, then another one. careful, careful, watch your step. but with how shylock is holding her like the dearest partner that she is, she definitely won't fall from here.
maybe. ]
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maybe she was wrong to associate him with fairy tales. a fairy doesn't create moments like this. he is what he is, what he has to be - only a wizard could create something like this. like a dream, except a good one.
it's enough to make her laugh a little, honest and fond.]