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nola_lucyI know it's still five months away, but if I were to, hypothetically, go as Jean Grey for Halloween, which costume should I pick?
May. 7th, 2019
nola_lucy
nola_willowIvy's gig at the Phoenix Effect felt more significant than ever this time. The last time she'd played there, after all, she'd met Mina: her phantom, her opera ghost, the woman who bafflingly, wonderfully, felt like home.
Was it any surprise that Ivy's set was full of love songs? Most of them were covers, but not all of them. Each original was new, and some of them felt maybe a little too raw, but they were bursting with feeling, like prayers or spells. Mina, Ivy knew, was shy, so she didn't name or point out the object of her love songs. Instead, she would say, "I fell head over heels for someone lately; I wrote this for her." And that was more than enough.
After the set, Ivy felt exposed -- more than she usually did when she performed -- but it was good, and it was world away from her tech life, from her weird corporate life, and it reminded her of things long forgotten. Lingering over last sips of tea with Mina, Ivy smiled and reached out to play with the fingers on one of Mina's hands. Touching just to touch.
"You have the cutest hands," Ivy said, studying these wonderful fingers.
Was it any surprise that Ivy's set was full of love songs? Most of them were covers, but not all of them. Each original was new, and some of them felt maybe a little too raw, but they were bursting with feeling, like prayers or spells. Mina, Ivy knew, was shy, so she didn't name or point out the object of her love songs. Instead, she would say, "I fell head over heels for someone lately; I wrote this for her." And that was more than enough.
After the set, Ivy felt exposed -- more than she usually did when she performed -- but it was good, and it was world away from her tech life, from her weird corporate life, and it reminded her of things long forgotten. Lingering over last sips of tea with Mina, Ivy smiled and reached out to play with the fingers on one of Mina's hands. Touching just to touch.
"You have the cutest hands," Ivy said, studying these wonderful fingers.
nola_flashSometimes the person you're falling in love with uses a coffee-shop based micro-blogging platform to tell you that she loves you. Well, it had happened once in history at least, and it had happened just now to Kyle.
What else could he feel and think but that giddy, merry messiness of new love? What else could he do but respond eagerly and in kind?
The minute that Hazel let Kyle know she was available, after Katie was presumably gone and Hazel was alone again, Kyle rushed to her home. He had to see her. He felt like he was moving faster than ever before, even if he really wasn't, and he felt like he was flying. Oh god, it was like love songs were real.
When he got to Hazel's, he made his way to her shed, popping his head inside and trying not to have too intense a smile. "Hey."
What else could he feel and think but that giddy, merry messiness of new love? What else could he do but respond eagerly and in kind?
The minute that Hazel let Kyle know she was available, after Katie was presumably gone and Hazel was alone again, Kyle rushed to her home. He had to see her. He felt like he was moving faster than ever before, even if he really wasn't, and he felt like he was flying. Oh god, it was like love songs were real.
When he got to Hazel's, he made his way to her shed, popping his head inside and trying not to have too intense a smile. "Hey."