Event Log - Love at the Lake

[lucetimods]

Who: All you people, can't you see, can't you see?
What: Part two of el evento del amor, the lake festival
When: March 1st
Where: The Southern Lake
Summary: An absolutely ordinary week in Luceti ends on a high note, with a festival to tickle everyone's fancy.
Rating: up to PG-13, or take it off-comm please

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[wipesfaith]

[He's perfectly capable of having fun away from Marco - the course of the afternoon had delivered interesting sights and enough worthwhile company to outweigh the annoyances. But that bright smile reminds him how much better the view is from Marco's side. It amazes him how that fact can still feel so fresh, no matter how much time they've spent together.

After grabbing a blanket from one of the nearby (and conveniently placed) stalls, he'll start to head away from the main festival drag.]

Somewhere by the water would be nice... I hear there's supposed to be a "fireworks show" later, after dark. [Which is something he's never seen, so he isn't sure what exactly to expect.]

[thebetterhalf]

[Fireworks... The only thing Marco can picture for that is a bonfire. Will it be like that? He hopes so. Bonfires are always good fun. The spreading warmth, the flickering flames, the way people all gather around them...

Still, he'd rather spend some time with Jean in private first. The waterside should be perfect for that. He casts a quick glance around to see if anyone's watching, but considering they're moving away from the bustling festival, there's very few people to be found in the near vicinity. After a moment of hesitation, he carefully reaches out to take Jean's hand.]

[wipesfaith]

[He has heard that these fireworks happen up in the sky, so he imagines something similar to the smoke signals shot off by the Survey Corps, just with more fire than smoke.

When he feels Marco's hand around his, he slowly slides his fingers into the spaces between Marco's, where they fit perfectly, with only the briefest glance back over their shoulders which now brush against each other. It is a reflex that is hard to shrug off. As his gaze returns to his boyfriend, Jean gets a head-start on the lovesick looks. He wears the soft expression unknowingly, but like everything with him, it's a show of raw honesty.

Unfortunately, he must look where he is walking, so after a prolonged beat his eyes reluctantly point ahead.]

I don't know about you, but I've probably already had enough food to last me the rest of the day. [He would attempt to sign at least some of this if his hand weren't occupied by Marco's, and his other arm busy with the blanket tucked underneath it.]

[thebetterhalf]

[No signing just means that Marco gets to hear more of Jean's voice, which is always a bonus. Not that he doesn't appreciate the sentiment of Jean practicing sign language alongside him- it helps Marco's own practice and adds a sense of support. Still, talking is so much nicer. So much easier. So much more normal.

His hand gives Jean's a strong squeeze once that love-sick look's passed (don't think he hadn't noticed, because he had), thumb rubbing against the side of Jean's palm. Dude, he had more food than he'd have back home in a week. It's kind of embarrassing.]

[wipesfaith]

[Marco is allowed to notice...! (But if he were to point it out, Jean might get embarrassed.)

He will get to hear plenty of Jean's voice later on in the night, although the words will be a lot less coherent and involve a lot more cursing. For now, he'll just keep filling Marco in on the different foods he tried, eventually moving onto the people he ran into.]

You know who's here? Haruka. [A pause for effect, because really, he's still surprised.] I know what you're thinking, and I'll have you know I was 100% civil to him. We actually got along for once. Are you proud or what?

[By now, they're almost far enough from the crowd to settle down.]

[thebetterhalf]

[Considering it's a lake festival and over half the village is here, Marco isn't too surprised to hear that Haruka showed up. Sure, the guy doesn't show much interest in a lot of things, but there's good food and a lake. Both those features would appeal to Haruka, at least. What's more surprising is that Jean didn't pick a fight with him for once.

He is, indeed, very proud. He'll show it by smiling and giving Jean's hand a firm squeeze. Good boyfriend, best partner.]

[wipesfaith]

[That smile and the solid squeeze were just what he was looking for. Finally, away from the noise of the festival, where it becomes easy to feel like they're the only two people at the lake, Jean stops.]

Right here should be good. [He'll reluctantly let go of Marco's hand to unfold the blanket he had grabbed and spread it over the still brownish grass, crouching down to smooth it out. Taking a seat, he gestures for Marco to join him, not that he thinks any prompting is necessary. Earlier, among the crowd, they had enjoyed the festival as best friends, but now they're free to enjoy it as something more.]

[thebetterhalf]

[Indeed, the prompting wasn't necessary at all. Marco waits for Jean to finish smoothing the blanket out, then takes a seat by his side almost immediately. His legs are bent sideways so he can lean against his boyfriend's shoulder with more easy and he won't hesitate to seek out the nearest hand with one of his own again. The more physical contact, the better.]

[wipesfaith]

[He folds his legs to mirror Marco, leaning against his shoulder. His arm crosses behind his boyfriend's back, to place a supporting hand on the blanket, as close to Marco as possible. With just a turn of his head and a little straining, he can plant a kiss on Marco's ear. He stays like that, and when he speaks, his voice is soft for once.]

I'm glad we could get away like this.