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paradisa2012-09-22 04:05 pm
masqueradeparty) wrote in paradisa2012-09-22 04:05 pm
THE FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN
[the night passes along, the fairies drink more, and no one is brutally and horrifically sacrificed to the blood altar (disappointing, I know). but after several hours of partying, all guests get shuffled out into the garden. the creepy-looking fairy from earlier waves her hand at some hedges, and the branches open up to reveal an entrance to somewhere else--a large glade surrounded by trees. more lights are strung up between the branches, and there are hundreds of beautiful ribbons strung up among the leaves.
the fairies all enter this glade willingly, and characters will soon know why--the smell of delicious food comes wafting through the new entrance. and that aside, there's someone very familiar standing, perched, on one arm of a large, wooden throne at the far end of the glade. he raises his hands, and the fairies fall silent.
it turns out that the silent guy from the party? not actually mute or anything.]
My friends, I am not one for speeches. I will keep this short.
The time of the Summer Court has ended once more, and once again the Autumn Court will have authority over the land... But it would be foolish to act as though ours will remain as well. Very soon we will feel the grip of Winter and wonder where our days have disappeared to.
That is why I implore you--all of you. Do not dwell on our endings, but on what has been given to you in the present. Let us give thanks for what we have, and work hard to keep it close to us while we still have the time. It is not how long we linger that will define us. It is what we accomplish in the time allowed to us that gives us meaning.
[that's all very dramatic and deep and whatnot, but not the tone he wants to end with. he takes a seat on his throne, crossing one leg over the other.]
As such, it's high time we celebrate. Let's kick this thing off with a bang.
[there's an uproar of cheering started somewhere near the edge that spreads through the group like wildfire, and soon--it's a party again.
it's the last post of the event, so have fun!]
the fairies all enter this glade willingly, and characters will soon know why--the smell of delicious food comes wafting through the new entrance. and that aside, there's someone very familiar standing, perched, on one arm of a large, wooden throne at the far end of the glade. he raises his hands, and the fairies fall silent.
it turns out that the silent guy from the party? not actually mute or anything.]
My friends, I am not one for speeches. I will keep this short.
The time of the Summer Court has ended once more, and once again the Autumn Court will have authority over the land... But it would be foolish to act as though ours will remain as well. Very soon we will feel the grip of Winter and wonder where our days have disappeared to.
That is why I implore you--all of you. Do not dwell on our endings, but on what has been given to you in the present. Let us give thanks for what we have, and work hard to keep it close to us while we still have the time. It is not how long we linger that will define us. It is what we accomplish in the time allowed to us that gives us meaning.
[that's all very dramatic and deep and whatnot, but not the tone he wants to end with. he takes a seat on his throne, crossing one leg over the other.]
As such, it's high time we celebrate. Let's kick this thing off with a bang.
[there's an uproar of cheering started somewhere near the edge that spreads through the group like wildfire, and soon--it's a party again.
it's the last post of the event, so have fun!]
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I think if this silk came with it's contents it'd be far warmer~
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This is satin. You're all out of luck, I'm afraid.
[Actually, it was secretly a Welsh Rugby jacket, but that was need-to-know information only.]
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Satin? No taste at all. A wizard of your caliber should dress to match.
[He glances up at the now-distracted Felix]
Lost something?
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Too much effort. I just changed the color on this one.
[He managed to get to his feet.]
Looking for the boyfriend, I'd wager.
[He glanced from Felix to the pile that was Clow and Van.]
I am going to find a girl. My charm is utterly wasted here.
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Oh, that's not entirely true, Howl...[And he holds him with a grin long enough to make him maybe a little uncomfortable] but I wish you luck on your search...
[Which was genuinely true. Howl probably could use the distraction.]
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I'm sure there are plenty of nubile young women for the taking out there still.
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That is what I'm counting on. Don't wait up!
[And then he's off, making his way unsteadily towards what he hopes will be a pleasant end to the evening.]
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Maybe someday we will not drive him away so quickly. But I think for now I will follow his example and...seek out some company. Enjoy your evening, gentlemen...
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[...The smile on Clow's face says that might not be happening any time soon, though]
And you as well.