september overflow log

[hownkai]

This is an overflow for the first September Event Log.

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[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda shifts a little closer, her arms mirroring Bel's. There are people dancing in all sort of configurations but she's not quite sure about resting her head on their shoulder like some of the others are doing.]

We were all lucky. It could have been a desert.

[Or the air could have been toxic, or the Moira could have missed the ocean and exploded on impact. Wanda herself could have drowned. There are a thousand things that could have horribly, horribly wrong.]

But we should think about better things tonight. Everything has been bad since we left the Collective.

[hellsbel]

[notices her glance around at the other couples -- doesn't have to read her mind to reach up and brush a lock of hair behind her ear, the gesture inviting. best use for a shoulder, in Bel's opinion.]

Damn right. [what did happen is behind them, what didn't never did -- neither bears thinking about. strokes her hair soothingly, below the complex pattern woven into it. like a river made of sunset....] We all needed this. A break from the stress [to say the least] -- a little time to rest and heal.

[seeingscarlet]

[Unconsciously Wanda tilts her head into the first touch, but she doesn't take the invitation, if that's indeed what it is, until Bel actually starts stroking her hair. They've found her weak point and any sort of logic or thought about what someone watching this might think flies out the window.

She trusts Bel enough to close her eyes and lean into them, still swaying in time with the music. It's...nice. Nice enough that Bel's statement only earns a small sound of assent and Wanda is content to sway in silence for a few moments.]

...you're warm.

[hellsbel]

[she hesitates; Bel doesn't press. she'll get closer if she wants to. (her partner hopes very much that she wants to.) and then she does, and Bel leans against her hair with a little sigh of contentment.

she's right. sitrep and analytics can go hang, along with hindsight, doubt, and regret. mercenary or no -- how long has it been? -- one learns to live fast in deep space, holding tight to the now before time can sweep it away, and now it feels so safe and sweet and timeless to be holding one another.

a low, smiling murmur] ...you too. [she is. warm and beautiful, this great-hearted woman whom Bel has admired since arriving on the Moira. it's less an impulse and more long-checked wish for Bel to turn and kiss the crown of her head.]