lucetilogs | Canon AU Event Log

[Red had made no such arrangements for himself, determined more to find out as much as he could while he could, so that the man Fujiko was waiting for would have something more to work with. He had written nothing out but, if his counter part had a mind at all similar to his, then that would pose no problem.

He glances at the bags momentarily before kicking them briskly toward the base of the tree trunk.]

Lemmee see if I can get up to where you are first, see if the tree can handle us both--

[With one foot braced against the tree, he begins to hoist himself up on his lanky arms. Maybe they could throw acorns at the passers by, see their reactions for a short while. Maybe they could watch the clouds...]

I think it might be able to; it seems solid enough.

[Adele rolls slightly to watch Red work his way up, offering an arm once he's close. They could talk; they could plan. Or they could just lounge in the sun and enjoy companionable silence. Or. Cause trouble. Any and all would do.]

Up you come Darling.

I gotcha. [It was the truth, as he accepted the helpful arm to guide him the rest of the way. He settles, finds a comfortable spot amongst the branches, and stretches out his long limbs as close to Adele as possible.]

...It's good that Ginia is relaxing and it's Alice's turn, though I don't see how she's honestly going to be better. I was thinking on bringing something along too. Food. Wine. Whatever seemed to fit.]

[She grips his wrist and helps him up the last few feet, waiting for him to settle before curling up against his side. Once she was certain of their perch she stretches back out, draping herself half on top of him.]

Helios and I will be cooking little snacks for dinner- and there won't be any explosions this time. Bring whatever you like. It's a party, after all.

[The feeling of her weight on him is a definite comfort amidst the chaos of the week. Red chuckles at this, tangles his fingers in her loose blonde hair as she speaks.]

There better not be any explosions this time, or else you might have half of the village coming by to help you clean it! Any ideas on what you're making? That way I can better pick out a drink.

Bachelor cuisine, Helios said. Tiny pizzas, little rolls filled with sausage. Nachos? Finger foods, mostly. Something called Buffalo wings; though I do not know what a buffalo is, or how the wings are to be prepared. I think that is the bulk of what we will be cooking.

[She snuggles into Red's side, arms looped loose and easy around his waist. Her second favorite pillow, her first favorite non-force Sensitive. Even above her brother.]

Oh, so some kind of beer or ale is called for, then. People don't want a fancy drink if they're snacking, though maybe a liquor to mix with something else might be good too...

[He loops an arm around hers, comfortable with their companionship. Even if nothing ever came of it, like the fate of the rest of the not!relationships he was in, at least he could pretend that they had something for a short while.]

...This is a shift. Obviously. How much longer do you think we have?

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And those...soda. Things. For Sabriel and anyone else that doesn't want to drink alcohol. Because not everyone does; apparently. Though we need to keep Ben away from those. [She giggles and tilts her head up, brushing her lips against Red's chin.]

...mm? Ah. Yes.

[She goes serious for a moment, and sighs.]

Valentines lasted for a week. So. We've today and tomorrow before it goes back to how it should be. But who is to say we do not have these lives in another echo of reality for Ben and Luke?

[Soda, right. He made a mental note of that as Adele kissed him, and tilts his so that he can rest against hers.]

Only a week, huh? Guess we should make the most of it while we can, because it seems like my other is not nearly as open about...anything. It does make it easier to think that this is possible in some small way, though. So many here come from realities that are only subtly different, but we'll never be able to say for certain.

Mine's much more...stuffy? Reserved. And doesn't reach out as much as she should. I've left her notes on how to protect herself and what an idiot she is for not dealing with things as she should. Other than that there's not much else to do than enjoy what time we do have.

And I have, Red. Really. Enjoyed knowing you. You are one of my favorite people in this village for many reasons.

I've enjoyed this little thing we have too, Goldie. [More than you could imagine... He doesn't say it. but wants to hold her close to him. Even if it's temporary, it's one of the nicest things he's had for a while.]

You're one of my favorites, even with my paragon of patience and strength living on the floor below me. If there's one thing I don't begrudge Luceti, it's that the company available is in excellent taste.

[He doesn't have to say it; she feels it all the same. Adele props herself up on an elbow to press her lips against his, speaking directly to Red's mind.

You're too sweet to be lonely Pateesa. If not for Ben, or your work? I'd be yours.

It's a trivial thought in the long game for either of them. It's even more trivial in the short game. After two days, they'll be themselves again. And whatever they enjoyed now would be forgotten or set aside. The idea of her other self not having this connection with Red makes Adele a little sad.]

[He enjoys the kiss, enjoys the moment with full satisfaction in knowing that her sentiments were the truth. The direct mind-to-mind linking wasn't something he was terribly familiar with, but he had experienced enough of it and had enough social awareness to catch her concern.

Red pulls her tighter, doesn't shy away from. While his disappointment echoed hers, he also kept in mind that their counterparts were still on speaking terms if what the journals said were true. There was still baggage--it would always be there--but it gave him a little hope.

Perhaps his other could learn a little patience yet.

You're too sweet and too kind, Goldie. Let's just enjoy this while we can.]

[It's a long moment that she maintains the contact, physical and mental. Just enjoying the warmth and plush of Red's lips, the lazy slide of his consciousness against her own. In two days, they're other people. But until then, this is their life, their choices, and Red seemed so somber. He shouldn't.

As always, a hand slides up to comb through his hair, mussing the floofy mass of it. There's very little she wouldn't do to keep the people she cares about happy. And she can't help but wonder if he's had the same itch.

Unless we want to traumatize young minds, we might want to enjoy it in a private room.]

[He did have that itch, though years of being around his associates and throwing himself into his work had taught him how to leave it unscratched. It wasn't that he never did, it was that he was more concerned about the parties involved--the concerns and worries more often than not ruined any positive effect such actions would have had, which made not acquiescing to his urges that much more agreeable.

Red withdraws when the hands wander, night fighting the laugh that bubbles out of him.]

You know? That's the best idea I've heard all week!

My place is full of the walking wounded. We'd best use yours Pateesa.

[She loops her arms around Red's shoulders and grins. This. This would help so much with everything. All the little aches, all the little pains. All her anger she hasn't been able to work out on her own, all her frustrations. Red would be a safe, morally acceptable outlet. She did, however, have the good sense to warn him.]

You're going to have to clear your schedule for the rest of the day Red. I intend to show you every inappropriate application of the Force I've learned.

[That smile, that teasing tone--Red's eyes go wide at the full implications of her warning. While he was going to help her in this, she would do more of that and then some to help him. When was the last time he laid in the arms of a pretty woman he connected with emotionally? It was so long ago that Red didn't remember it any longer.

The momentary look of surprise is replaced with an eager smile. He couldn't wait.]

My schedule is all cleared out now, Goldie. It's nothing that couldn't wait for tomorrow anyway.]

Mmmm. Good.

[She leans up to press her lips to his again, less soft, less sweet. There was intent behind this kiss, little Force flickers curling through Red's hair, tracing down his spine. Light, teasing contact that was full of promise of so much more to come.

Adele huffs a soft laugh and pulls back, resting her forehead against Red's.]

Last one to your apartment gets tied to the bed.

[Another soft kiss, a soft thrill of contact, and she's jumping down out of the tree, jogging for his apartment building.]

[That kiss sent chills through him, left him dazed when she pulled away with that kittenish look in her eyes. He laughs, unbidden, at her teasing and coy expression. Then--]

Hey. Wait, wait!

[She was going to win, not that he would be disappointed. He drops down himself and gives chase, an eager grin on his face.]

If I wait, what do I get Red?

[She's not running near as fast as she could. For one? Red can't use the force. For two, his leg. And three? Well a chase is just that much more fun if you can take a tumble on the way to the end goal now, isn't it?]

[He can mostly move fine. It's just an impaired tactile sensation that gets him sometimes--his own fault for intentionally choosing a lower grade model. The effort to hold back is appreciated, however--for reason number three.]

I'll--I'll...I'll surprise you! [Because surprising a Jedi was completely possible, and he had no idea what he was doing.]

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Mm, I love surprises.

[She takes the next corner in a skid, scrambling a bit when her balance shifts. She'd been distracted by him running. What. It was adorable.]

[He takes the turn a little awkwardly, slowing momentarily to prevent a fall, and tries his hardest to keep focused.

If he was adorable, Adele was more so.]

[It was a pretty simple run, across the plaza, no parkour, not really, just a simple, easy jog up to Red's apartment complex with the odd peek over her shoulder to see how close, or far, he was from her.]

[He was never too far behind--it was simply a pleasure watching her run, and he was unabashed about this. In a quick burst of speed, he manages to match her pace and run shoulder to shoulder with her.]

You're cute, you know that?

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