Here is where I dump or information on the idea but I had to make these realllyyy fast sketches before I lost the idea. Fire and the coal they keep is sacred to them becasue it mirrors the Sun. The coal is especially used in festivals during Winter and Spring but they are also used during special ceremonies.
How the coal is treated also acts as a characterizer of each Clan. Wind Clan is more communal so apprentices and warriors can carry/place the coal. It is kept in a tunnel in the center of the clearing wall. For this reason, they all have general knowledge on how to create and fix masks. Rabbits feet may be used to decorate them or dried flowers.
In contrast, River Clan is more private and prioritizes keeping the coal sacred. This resembles how they interact with Star Clan believing that each cat has a more personal relationship with Star Clan, fesivals are more quiet and focused on calming and centering oneself. The coal is stored in an unmarked area which is moved if any other clan finds it on accident or on purpose. Medicine cats exclusively can touch or place the coal. The mask is equally sacred and can only be properly mended by a medicine cat although leaders can fill in if necessary. The making of a mask is taught to medicine apprentices.
Thunder Clan keeps the coal in the leaders den becasue they believe much of Star Clan's power is funneled through the leader. Leaders are expected to move and place coal, however, medicine cats make the masks. The coal is kept in the leaders den in a nook in the rock. Thunder Clan is known to have loud crackling bon fires.
Shadow Clan is more communal in terms of coal handling as well, however, masks are extremely sacred and can only be made/mended by medic cats. A charred and hollowed tree near the entrance is where they keep the coal. Clan specific festivals are completely exclusive and secretive unlike Wind Clan which is known to invite friendly members of other clans if they feel inclined. Bon fires are not common but they often cremate bodies on a small island that is surrounded by bog. Cremation is also common in River Clan.
Star Clan must bless a mask before it is used, this contributes to how long lasting they often are (the oldest being from Shadow Clan going back 10 generations). The coal, although it mirrors the Sun, is contrasted by the blue light glow of the moon stone so the fire of coal represents life while the moonstone represents soul and spirit.
In many ways, the coal makes the Clans somewhat dependent on eachother because if coal somehow goes out there is an obligation for any Clan asked to share. If, for whatever reason, this does not happen there is a small eternal fire in a cavern said to be located far beneath the moonstone, however, no one has had to travel here for a couple generations. The knowledge of this cavern is held by medicine cats.
Theyre talking cats so I don't feel too bad making a crazy ass fire society head canon
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Okay hear me out, a human AU where Aziraphale runs a bookshop (as always) and it sets on fire. Crowley is a fireman who has to rescue him from the burning building. Meanwhile, Azi is bitching about his first editions getting burnt.
It’s not the Soho bookshop though, the ending could be Aziraphale opening AZ Fell and Co, which has all the relevant fire safety paraphernalia, because reasons.
Basically, I got this idea from staring at my backflow incense burner too long.
A Room of One’s Own Day & Burns Supper & Local Quilt Shop Day & National Opposite Day
Person A burnt down the shop they worked at accidentally, but has the gift that for every amount of bad luck that happens to them and those around them, they and the other people affected will get good luck to the same degree of the bad luck that happened to them. Person B is the shop owner who considers Person A their lucky charm when the equivalent good luck happens to their shop. And when misfortune happens and Person A’s home gets destroyed, Person B offers to let them live with them in a spare room. But the good luck that follows begins seeming to rub off on Person B.
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You rip another piece of paper from your notebook, screw it up and throw it in the waste paper basket next to your desk.
Eddie looks up at you from his side of the dual desk set-up in your room, "You need some help, babe? Is it the poetry assignment?"
You nod and start tapping the end of your pencil against your forehead again, glaring at the fresh blank piece of lined paper.
You peer over on Eddie's side of the desk. He has at least four different poems written out. He covers them over with his arm and shoos you away. You sigh and fall back in your chair, slumping down in it.
Why was it so difficult? You just needed to write a poem. It wasn't even a specific theme. It could be anything, any style. So, you think to yourself, that is probably part of the problem. The assignment was too vague.
Eddie is still scribbling away opposite you. You peer over again, "Is that number five?" You say jealously.
"You know, you can have one of mine if you like?" He raises his eyebrows at you from under his curls, his mouth turning up into a smile because he already knows your answer. After all, it's always the same when it comes to homework.
"I can't do that, Eddie. I'll know it's not my work, and so will they!" You complain as you throw your notepad and pencil into the bin.
"It can't be that bad, babe. We listen to music all the time. It's just like lyrics, you know. A story that rhymes." Eddie reaches into the bin retrieving your notepad, pencil and one of the screwed-up pieces of paper.
He unravels the paper ball to read its contents. It has a list of scribbled-out words, most describing things around you in your room. Book. Pen. Window. Paper. Finally, Eddie's name in tiny bubble lettering, with a heart dotting the 'i'.
You look at him, hopefully.
"Well", he starts, "It looks to me like you've hit a wall. Your inspiration is lost. Maybe you could write something about me? You always write me such nice things in those origami dragons, babe." He encourages
"Are you actually losing your mind? You want me to write something about you, for school?? No, babe. That's... well... it's private." As quickly as you reject his answer, you start contemplating it just so you might have something written. It's not like you didn't have a notebook half full of it already, anyway. You wait a few seconds before pretending to look for something, when really you were checking that the Eddie notebook was still in the secret drawer compartment, along with its other personal things and Eddie memorabilia.
"Maybe do a bit of other work and come back to it", Eddie suggests kindly with an encouraging smile as you snap the drawer shut.
You resist the unconstructive urge to let him know you've already done that...three times already...you just nod and start searching the room and out the window for inspiration, which is currently manifesting as a very bland list of nouns on your paper, until Eddie finishes his own homework.
It was tough to harbour any resentment towards him when he was doing so well. Your own parents and Wayne had obviously observed that you and Eddie were virtually inseparable but had set one rule. They would not intervene or complain about who stayed where or how much time you spent together, as long as grades didn't slip. What they hadn't anticipated was grades actually improving.
Eddie often attributed his scholarly improvements to this rule and your encouragement. Maybe in the beginning, yes, but now? This was all Eddie. He was, as you had suspected all along, extremely bright. He was pushing to the top of his class subjects in which he was just getting by. The ones he was failing, he was averaging. The praise from these successes only fueled Eddie's motivation. He was well on his way to graduating, and it was all his own hard work.
You hid a smile of pride as you looked at him again. A glance that turned to a stare because this was another favourite Eddie of yours. Eddie in the creative zone.
Whether it was him noodling on his guitar, creating encounters for the Hellfire club's next session, drawing out the set for the latest school production, or simply his homework, they all brought this Eddie out.
His widened eyes focused on the paper, his arm moving quickly from one side of the pad to the other, the frantic scratching of a pencil or pen, one spare sitting behind his ear, poking out through his curls. The frantic writing caused his mane of hair to sway gently as he worked. One side of his mouth slightly curled upwards to indicate his pleasure in being on a roll. Particularly intense moments of focus could be detected when the tip of his tongue would appear and press down hard on his top lip for a while.
A soft rasp emerges from the animated portrait, "I sure hope you are staring at me for inspiration, sweetheart." You see the smile on his face widen, but he doesn't look up and continues to work for a few seconds more before punctuating his work with a forceful full stop and slamming his pencil down.
"Aaaaand done," he says, leaning backwards on the back two legs of the chair, stretching his arms up behind his head, his t-shirt riding up a little as he does.
"Perv!" He laughs, pursing his lips at you in mock annoyance.
"Come on, let's see what you've got on that pad", he beckons you over to his lap, and honestly, it's a welcome distraction from this pit of incompetence.
He reads over the pad, "Ok, well, you've listed a lot of objects here, babe" he sighs, "Whilst I appreciate the "So pretty" comment written here, it's not really helping you link lamp and compass together, is it now?" He looks up at you. You can tell he is flattered. He's never quite got over being called pretty or beautiful. He could deal with hot, smokin', gorgeous, handsome, but some of the more delicate adjectives just made him crumble.
And he did. Crumble, that is. When you sat down, he'd tried to be helpful tutor Eddie, encouraging and finding you little inlets back into the task, but that complement, had sucker punched teacher Eddie right out of the window.
He throws the pad onto the desk, his arm tightens around you, and he looks up at you adoringly, then slightly squints his eyes a little, and he says softly, "You know what you need...you need to open. Your. mind." With each of those last three words, he gently taps his finger on the tip of your nose, "Let that inspiration flood in, babe."
Eddie reaches into his vest pocket, hanging on the back of his chair, pulling out two tapes and fanning them in his hands at you.
Your eyes flit between the two, "It's gotta be Dio. We had Sabbath last time", you say, tapping the case gently.
"Your wish is my command, My Lady," he says tenderly, lifting his chin up towards you, trying and succeeding to capture your gaze with his own.
The quality control department between your brain and mouth goes out to lunch, leaving no one at the controls, "I've missed you this week, Eddie. Like, so very, very much", you say, gently stroking his hair and side of his face, until your hand is in range. Then, without breaking eye contact, he kisses your palm.
"And I you, my sweet. It's only one more week. I promise. Besides, I'm here right now, aren't I?" He says, wrapping his other arm around you also.
You nod and link your arms behind his neck, "You sure are, live and in the flesh, not just the other end of a telephone line" you smile at him and kiss him gently, "I love you, Eddie Munson."
He smiles at you, "I know", he says, as his smile transforms into a roguish smirk.
"Eddie, you know I don't like that," you whine at him and then suddenly look to the window shaking your fist, and shout ", Fuckin' star wars!"
He gives you a dramatic performance of shock and incredilousness, " You're just gonna condemn a whole trilogy, like that? "
"Yeah, yeah, I am!" You say defiantly, furrowing your brow sweetly.
He rolls his eyes at you, "Fine!!" Then, he moves his hands from around your waist and grabs your face, repeatedly planting kisses on it, followed by an "I love you", each in a different accent or tone.
It is only when a particular 'I love you' comes in a questioning tone, do you decide it's enough, "Alright, that'll do it", you announce, getting up from his lap.
He stands up with you, "I just need to make a quick call, and then we'll get going, ok?" He looks you over, "Make sure you are wearing something comfortable, alright...dress for variable temperatures."
After selecting Jeans, a cami and a sweater, you head downstairs to an interesting sight.
Eddie is rolling at the table, your Dad is at the stereo dancing to Steppenwolf, and your Mom has her coat on and keys in her hand.
Eddie walks over to your Dad and puts a joint behind his ear, "Take it easy with that, Pops", he says, laughing and joins in with a bit of a dance.
" 'ow do lass," your Dad says in his thick Yorkshire accent as he spots you looking very confused.
"Greetings, weirdos. Can anyone direct me back to the reality I was just in, please?" Then, you say, confused, "Has everyone decided to swap roles...or.....?"
"Sunbeam was saying about your creativity being blocked, darling, and when he said where you were going, I just mentioned that it can be more fun with a bit of...er...herbal assistance. Like when your Dad and I used to go. Of course, then, it wasn't all fancy like it is now. It was just art films," your Mom says before quickly hurrying into the kitchen and throwing some juice boxes and candy bars into a fabric cross-body bag before walking over to you and draping the strap around you.
"What? The-" you start before Eddie walks over and links his arm in yours.
"We're ready, Mama. Thanks so much for playing Taxi," he says gratefully to your Mom.
"No trouble at all; it was very responsible of you to ask, dear," your Mom says, getting in the driver's seat whilst you and Eddie pile in the back.
"So where exactly are we going?" You nudge Eddie excitedly.
"We are going to open your mind, babe," he says, buckling in himself, then you and draping his arm around you.
Your Mom looks back at Eddie in the rearview mirror as you set off. "Let's not overindulge, though, shall we? This is a trust exercise too. Is that clear?" She eyes both of you seriously.
You both nod solemnly in response to the unusually stern tone from your Mom.
"I do not want Wayne thinking us irresponsible. We're proving fun can be had within safety parameters, right?" She looks back at you both again, "I'll have enough to deal with your father later", she laughs.
The road winds round and round, and looking out of the window, Hawkins gets smaller and smaller. This route seems familiar to you, and you think about it for a few minutes, "The planetarium!!" You shout out, making everyone else in the car jump.
"Je-sus!" Eddie exclaims, clutching his chest, "Yes, fuck, the planetarium. Geez"
You let out a squeal of excitement. Your Mom smiles at you in the rearview mirror.
"Wait, what does the planetarium do with art films?"
You ask enthusiastically.
"Moonbeam, you're almost there. Don't you want a nice surprise?" You Mom says gently, in an attempt to calm you down.
"I guess," you say in an almost disgusted tone. Making Eddie and your Mom laugh at your inability to not try and solve the mystery before you get there.
You pull up round the back of the domed building with the night sky as a blanket twinkling around it.
Eddie grabs his lunchbox and knocks a rhythmic pattern on the door. You recognise it but can't quite place it.
The door opens, and you see a clean-cut-looking guy with a short cropped hairstyle, clean-shaven, wearing a pale button-down and blue jeans, "Eddie, my man!" He says, instigating a choreographed handshake with Eddie, then looks over at you.
"Oh...Eddie," the man says, his eyes welling up a little as he looks between the two of you, "I just knew it...I really did...I knew it when you were out on the ice."
"Wait! Bob??!! Is that you?" You say absolutely astounded. This guy hardly looked anything like Bob from the arena. Your eyes scan him over quickly, and looking at his kind, smiling, tear-filled eyes, the two of them merge in your mind, "Wow, you look so...so..." You start searching for the right words.
"Different?" Bob offers, and you nod.
"Well, you know that night after the ice performance...which I didn't get a chance to tell you, was beautifully timed to the music, by the way...I thought to myself, I want that for me. How can Bob make that happen?" Bob grabs Eddie by the shoulder, pulling him over to him in a side embrace, "This guy let me talk his ear off a bunch of times during deliveries, and you know I...well, I met someone...I say met...I've seen her around...she's so beautiful...I doubt she remembers me from school, but who knows, right? So I made some changes, but none that change who I am as a person, just a few that might make someone like her look my way, maybe."
You smile broadly at Bob, "I'm sure it's gonna happen for you, Bob. Someone with as much love to give as you, she'd be a fool not to really."
Bob grins, "You know I recall saying something not too dissimilar to someone a couple of months back. Thank you for your good wishes. I'll keep you in the loop" he winks and points a finger gun at you, "Anyway...shall we?" Bob steps back and gestures for you and Eddie to enter. Eddie passes a significantly smaller bag to Bob than the last time you saw this interaction.
You turn back and wave goodbye to your Mom as you head inside. Bob gives you a little tour, pointing out the smoking room, the toilets, and the snack machines before you all finally arrive in the main room.
"I've reserved you some seats over there." He waves to a set of seats near the centre of the room next to the aisle. The reservation markers are two big pink paper love hearts. You smile as Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose, saying, "Thank you, Bob. I'm sure we could have found them easily enough with a letter and number and the fact no one else is here."
Bob looks Eddie dead in the eyes, "Oh, I know you could have. I just like making it special, you know?" Bob smiles back, and it's apparent that Bob actually enjoys winding up Eddie in the sweetest ways possible, though.
"So do you wanna take it for a spin, see how you feel and then go for a smoke? Or smoke first and get your minds blown by carefully coded and intricately woven laser beams?" Bob claps his hands together excitedly.
"Well, it's up to you, babe. I'm happy either way," Eddie says, holding your hand.
"Because I don't know what is going to happen, I'd like a test run first, please, Bob," you say, the excitement building in your stomach.
"Alrighty lovely, I'll get right on it," Bob says, disappearing behind a curtained off desk.
Eddie escorts you to your seat as the lights go down, and as he tries to sit down immediately jumps out of his seat and grabs at something wedged in it. Eddie, freshly awash with dread, shuts his eyes, gingerly grabs for it, and reopens one of his eyes a little.
He pulls an unamused face, holding the object aloft, shouting at Bob, "Really?". Eddie drops into his seat with a playful thud, examining the obstruction. It's a plushy of Saturn holding a tag saying, "You're out of this World!"
He smiles at it and hands it over to you, "I believe this was planted for you, on my behalf", he says happily.
"Thank you, Bob!!" You shout over to him. You see a thumbs-up poke out from the side of the curtain.
The lights go down again, and you hear a faint hum. You look over at Eddie; he is already leaning his head back, looking at the ceiling. You feel slightly confused, but copy him and cling to the little planet in your lap.
The first note of 'For What It's Worth' by Buffalo Springfield rings out, and as it does, a flash of yellow light appears above you like a singular expanding star. On the next string pluck, another, and this repeats, but they move around the ceiling, appearing in different spaces.
Then a hexagon appears on the screen but then seems to spin around in the air. Its vibrant colours and smooth movement make you feel like you could reach out and touch it.
"Whoa" is all you can quietly muster.
You feel Eddie move closer to you. You turn your eyes towards him for a moment and realise he's watching both the ceiling and your reactions intermittently.
Bob creates more shapes, textures, and motion as the song progresses using the lasers. Things that looked like nebula or sound waves moving around the ceiling in the darkness.
"Oh, Rainbow in the Dark", you whisper, not taking your eyes away from the light show.
"That's the one, babe", Eddie whispers back.
As the song comes to a close, the images become more layered. It's a feast for the eyes.
The lights come up a little but are not fully on. Bob pokes his head out from the curtain, "Well? What do you think."
You stand up from your seat, giving an enthusiastic round of applause, "How did you do that? Is it like a movie"
"Hmm, not really," Bob says, waving you over.
You rush over to see behind the scenes and find Bob at a desk, just a mass of dials and buttons.
"Holy shit", you exclaim, "what is all this?"
"These are all the things that control the laser, its direction, what it passes through, filters, mirrors, and knowing how those all work together, you can make shapes and movement", Bob explains it like it's the simplest thing on the planet.
"Wow, so it's not like a slide projector, then?" You venture
"Oh no, I'm creating this stuff in real-time. Wanna take it for a spin?" You look over the massive amount of controls and feel well and truly daunted.
"You know, something's are just better left to the professionals", you smile back at him.
"Besides, " Eddie adds, "We aren't just on a date tonight, Sir Bob. We're on a mission. One of creativity and inspiration. Not one where you hire a new laserist" Eddie raises a bag of pre-rolls, shakes it and sticks his tongue out.
Bob chuckles, "But of course, to the smoking room, tout suite!"
As you enter, the big fluorescent overhead lights of the room are almost unbearable after sitting in the dim lights for so long. Bob busies himself, switching on many Lava lamps of all different shapes and sizes dotted around the room. You notice how cosy it is: giant soft pillows, bean bags, crocheted cushion covers, and big blankets.
"Do you bring people back here often, Bob?" You say, looking around at the stack of books on the coffee table.
"Oh no," he laughs, "This room just gets me in the right mindset, you know?". You nod.
Eddie has already made himself at home, lighting up and reclining in a bean bag that looks like it's almost trying to swallow him whole because of how he threw himself into it.
You spend the next 45 minutes or so hanging out and smoking with Bob and Eddie.
Bob is asking you questions about how you met and what the other tape dates were like.
In exchange, Bob explains how Rick used to deliver to him, but then Eddie took over.
"Well, you see, Bob", a slightly heavy-lidded Eddie starts, "Rick appreciated your custom, but every time he showed up, you were crying, and he, like, couldn't deal with it. So when he sent me, I just, like, you know, I asked why he was upset, and we got to talking, just like hit it off."
Bob smiles gently over at Eddie, "Indeed, and I'm so glad that happened because otherwise, I wouldn't be where I am now, you know? You ever think about that how one small change in your past could have blown you off course completely?!!" Bob expresses curiously.
" Yeah, like if my hair had behaved, I might not have met Y/N", Eddie giggles grabbing one of his curls, "Thanks, hair!"
"Yeah, but it goes even further back than that...if I hadn't eaten a spinach puff, I wouldn't have been looking in the mirror," You say, running your tongue over your teeth.
"And if those two people hadn't fallen in love, neither of you would have been at the wedding," Bob adds.
"It makes you think about how much of anything is actually in our control, you know?" Eddie says profoundly, "like, are we just G.I. Joe's for the gods
"G.I. Joe's??" Bob sounds offended, "Not me. I'm a superman for sure. What about you?"
They both look at you, waiting patiently, "A strawberry shortcake doll? "
Bob nods, "Yeah, that absolutely makes sense. I could see that"
Eddie laughs so hard that no sound comes from his mouth, "A strawberry shortcake doll? Why?" He eventually manages to ask.
"Why not? I'd always smell fantastic, and I'd have a companion. What's not to want?" You say with a scoff.
Eddie fights his way out of the bean bag to get over to you, "You already have those things, babe."
"Oh yeah, well, you know what, bad guys would see Superman and G.I. Joe coming from miles away. They'd never suspect Strawberry Shortcake and my little stealth cat Custard, never."
Eddie sits himself on your lap and rubs the tip of his nose side to side against your own, "So very, very true." He pulls away slightly, examining your face, "You know Bob, I think we're ready for round two."
You all make your way back into the main room. Bob returns to his desk, and you and Eddie go back to your seats. You happily watch different displays for different songs, amazed at each one, the slow, soft, heavy sensations moving over your person, how your head swims into the universe of lights above you.
It suddenly feels like it isn't enough, as if your seat prevented you from the entire experience or something. You get up from it and go sit in the aisle. You take off your sweater as a makeshift pillow and lie back on the floor.
Your eyes and neck are no longer straining to see, and the music reverberations pulse through the floor and right through you. You outstretch your hand towards the ceiling and, for a moment, feel like an intrinsic part between the music and the lights, but something isn't quite right.
"Oh shit! There you are. I thought you felt I'll or something, babe. He immediately takes off his vest and jacket. His jacket behind his own head, his vest he props behind you as if your sweater couldn't possibly be doing a good enough job.
The sensation of his skin next to yours and the scents that waft around you as your head hits the jacket make you smile. That's all that was missing. Just Eddie.
You slink your hand into his and continue to watch the show together. Occasional moments of complete awe, some uncontrollable giggles, and some of the softest, gentlest touches you've ever exchanged.
This was perfect. He was perfect. What exactly were you waiting for?
You glance over at him and then quickly back at the ceiling,
"Eddie?" You say, elongating the end 'e' of his name.
"Mmm hmm," he hums, still watching the action on the ceiling.
"I wanted to ask you something," you say, wiggling over to him a bit more and squeezing his hand a little.
"Ok," he says neutrally, eyes dancing around the dome of the false night sky above you as the light my fire comes to an end.
"Well, I was wondering...." You begin before you are interrupted by him tapping your arm.
"Is this question urgent because if not, the ceiling requires your attention, babe?" he says, pointing upwards.
"No...no...it's not urgent," you say quietly and give your full attention to the ceiling.
"Look, look," he says in a quietened excitement as a new song starts.
On one side of the ceiling is a light blue star-type shape, and on the right, another but a sunset orange colour.
You watch as the stars move around through different forms, and though sharing the same space, they never collide.
A golden rectangle appears, the blue star on its left side and the yellow on its right.
The stars finally collide and circle around one another like wisps. Their spiral goes around and around and increases speed until it explodes into a flower.
The stars return, tiny at first, closer together this time, but they grow from stars to circles. From circles to a crescent moon and a blazing sun.
They move towards one another again, this time overlapping until the moon fits snuggly in the sun. New circular waves ripple out from them and pulse out into the darkness around them.
You smile and tilt your head slightly onto Eddie's shoulder before the pictures in front of you disappear, and the lights go back up to dimmed once again.
Eddie turns on his side to you, "So, did you like that one too?" He asks softly.
You also turn on your side to him and bump noses because you misjudge the space between you, causing a little ripple of giggles.
"Yes, I very much did. That was so nice of Bob to put that together. That lady sure is in for a treat with Romance Bob on the case." You say, gesturing at the curtain.
Eddie gives you a big dimpled smile and taps you on the tip of your nose a few times, "See, that's where you are wrong", he adds in a sing-song voice, "Bob made it happen, sure, but he didn't choreograph that piece. I did. I wrote it. So in a way, you're the lucky lady."
"Well, I already knew that. You know, if I told someone at school about all these things, they'd never believe me. Never believe that the Satanic Cult Leader is more like a Big Softie Cult Leader" You grab for the little Saturn Plushie and give it to him. "You know what, Eddie, *You're* out of the world, out of this galaxy, out of this universe."
"Well, you both need to be out of this planetarium because I think your mom is parked outside, " Bob interrupts.
You grab your things quickly and give Bob a hug of thanks, "Truly amazing stuff, Bob, hope that woman is the one", you say as you both rush out of the building into the parking lot.
"Good night", you yell back at Bob as you both get into the back seat.
"Hey Mama, sorry about that hope you weren't waiting long." You offer as you get buckled in, Eddie gently squeezing the plush of Saturn in his hands, smiling happily out of the window.
"Not all moonbeam. Did you have a good time?" She asks. Her expression, which you can see in the mirror, clearly already knows the answer.
"Oh, yeah. It was so good. You'd love it. You and Dad should go. It's just so beautiful." You enthuse at her, your hands animated.
"Your Father is currently sleeping like a baby, so I don't think I'll be able to ask him when we get back, but I'll make a note of it. You sound excited enough about it all. Do you feel inspired, though?" She says, smiling happily.
"Yeah, do you think you've got a poem in you now?" Eddie asks, holding your hand and brushing his thumb along the side of it.
"I think this might be an evening that launched a thousand poems. I've already written part of one, but it's all up here," you say, tapping the side of your head.
"What's it about?" He asks, mildly impressed.
"Erm...I guess... everything?" You say, grinning lovingly at him.
"How are you gonna write a poem about everything?" He laughs his adorable dorky laugh.
"You'll see, My love. You'll see," you say, gently kissing him.
Laser show example if you wanna join in :) obviously big warning for flashing lights!!!!
At a winter carnival put on by the fire department Gary and Buck each volunteer in the kid's area and spend most of the day coloring; to the point where the kids make it a game to judge their pictures.
Mick and Amaya are used to spending time at each other's places. Lita is able to babysit Esi when needed, and Mick picks her up sometimes. However, there comes a night where they're both off shift and Lita is on a college tour with her grandparents. A storm hits Central City, and it's serious business. Both Mick and Amaya are ready to go on call if needed. However, Mick came over pre-storm to help Amaya with some renovation (having a spare pair of hands helps when you have a young child and lots of tools) and by the time they get what they need done, it's raging hard and there's been a road closure on the route Mick usually takes from flooding. So Amaya tells him to spend the night.
However, as delighted Esi is about one of her favorite people sleeping over, Amaya does not have a spare bed. And her couch is not comfortable to sleep on, no matter what Mick says. Her bed is big enough for the both of them, so she offers it up for them to share. So they spend the night in her bed, listening to the storm rage outside and hoping the damage will be minimal and desperately not thinking of a line that can be crossed right here and right now.
