Tale as Old as Time
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gumi_reloadedDate: Thursday, February 9th, 2060
Time: Early Morning
Place: Tae's house
Characters: Tae
Gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking. Tae smiled at the crystal chandeliers, the elegant domes painted with angels, wings arched soft and white. She sat demurely, her skirt around her, red and velvet and seeded with pearls. A ruby in the hollow of her throat, red as swallow's blood. If she touched it with the tips of her gloves, she could feel it fuzzy and warm, as if it had a pulse of its own. Then there was nothing until the low red neckline, a diamond like a star sitting right int he center, drawing attention to it and her daringly revealed bosom.
The violins played softly in the background and she watched the dancers move to it, wide skirts swirling across the gold floor. Handsome men and lovely ladies. Oh...and there was Tokio-chan, swirling and dancing with a man much taller than her, her head thrown back and laughing as the white feathers drifted from her hair. Tae waved at her from where she sat and tried to call out but her voice wouldn't carry far in the heavy air. Ah well, she looked quite happy enough. Even the dark mysterious Takani-san was there. Tae caught glimpses of her soft blue dress as she waltzed in and out of the crowd and even she was smiling in a soft way. Everyone was happy. Tae flicked open her ivory fan and lazily swished it, content for the moment just to sit there.
A heartbeat later, a lifetime later, a gloved hand, wide and long fingered slid into her field of view. An invitation. She looked up and her heart fluttered wildly in her throat. Tall and dark, this man was, broad shouldered but lean and angled. Dark hair fell onto the black mask that he wore and only his eyes shone out, but she couldn't make out their color.
"Shall we?" he said, his voice deep and rich, sliding like wine and chocolate under her skin. Goosepimples rose on her neck and she could only nod, placing her small pale hand in his. She could feel the hardness of his palm underneath the silk of the glove, the strength in his arm as he helped her to her feet and then put that same hand on the small of her back, pulling her close, tight.
"Oh my," Tae gasped and he chuckled, sending her heart jumping like a startled deer. She swore he could feel it pounding against his chest, that was how close they were. Still they flowed into the dance floor, her feet knowing the steps of the waltz even as she couldn't do anything but feel the heat of his hand in hers and pressing like a small furnace on the small of her back. Every breath she could smell his cologne and she had no choice but to look into his lean face. The nose, the mouth that was smiling, just at the corners.
"Oh but..." She blushed. It was hard to breathe. She placed a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles cording under it. "But...what about..." He put a gloved finger to his lips, the white contrasting against the black of the mask. Tae's lips parted but she could only breathe. That hand, oh that wonderfully hot, safe hand that never struck or bruised or pinched, slipped to the back of her neck, holding her safe, tilting her head up. He was leaning down toward her, his hair falling forward. She leaned into him, her arms slipping around his neck, into his hair Oh...oh...
"Ha--" Tae breathed.
"Tae." A voice. A woman's voice. Tae looked over and her eyes widened.
"Yaso-san?"
Yaso smiled, seeming sad, and shook her head and Tae...was alone, on a floor of swirling dancers. Her eyes smarted and she searched and searched, unable to move. There was Tokio again, her dress vibrant, absorbing all color in the room...and him with her...both smiling, turning with the flow. Everyone faded but them. Tae put a hand to her lips.
A cool feminine hand touched her shoulder and
BEEEEEEEEEEP
Time: Early Morning
Place: Tae's house
Characters: Tae
Gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking. Tae smiled at the crystal chandeliers, the elegant domes painted with angels, wings arched soft and white. She sat demurely, her skirt around her, red and velvet and seeded with pearls. A ruby in the hollow of her throat, red as swallow's blood. If she touched it with the tips of her gloves, she could feel it fuzzy and warm, as if it had a pulse of its own. Then there was nothing until the low red neckline, a diamond like a star sitting right int he center, drawing attention to it and her daringly revealed bosom.
The violins played softly in the background and she watched the dancers move to it, wide skirts swirling across the gold floor. Handsome men and lovely ladies. Oh...and there was Tokio-chan, swirling and dancing with a man much taller than her, her head thrown back and laughing as the white feathers drifted from her hair. Tae waved at her from where she sat and tried to call out but her voice wouldn't carry far in the heavy air. Ah well, she looked quite happy enough. Even the dark mysterious Takani-san was there. Tae caught glimpses of her soft blue dress as she waltzed in and out of the crowd and even she was smiling in a soft way. Everyone was happy. Tae flicked open her ivory fan and lazily swished it, content for the moment just to sit there.
A heartbeat later, a lifetime later, a gloved hand, wide and long fingered slid into her field of view. An invitation. She looked up and her heart fluttered wildly in her throat. Tall and dark, this man was, broad shouldered but lean and angled. Dark hair fell onto the black mask that he wore and only his eyes shone out, but she couldn't make out their color.
"Shall we?" he said, his voice deep and rich, sliding like wine and chocolate under her skin. Goosepimples rose on her neck and she could only nod, placing her small pale hand in his. She could feel the hardness of his palm underneath the silk of the glove, the strength in his arm as he helped her to her feet and then put that same hand on the small of her back, pulling her close, tight.
"Oh my," Tae gasped and he chuckled, sending her heart jumping like a startled deer. She swore he could feel it pounding against his chest, that was how close they were. Still they flowed into the dance floor, her feet knowing the steps of the waltz even as she couldn't do anything but feel the heat of his hand in hers and pressing like a small furnace on the small of her back. Every breath she could smell his cologne and she had no choice but to look into his lean face. The nose, the mouth that was smiling, just at the corners.
"Oh but..." She blushed. It was hard to breathe. She placed a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles cording under it. "But...what about..." He put a gloved finger to his lips, the white contrasting against the black of the mask. Tae's lips parted but she could only breathe. That hand, oh that wonderfully hot, safe hand that never struck or bruised or pinched, slipped to the back of her neck, holding her safe, tilting her head up. He was leaning down toward her, his hair falling forward. She leaned into him, her arms slipping around his neck, into his hair Oh...oh...
"Ha--" Tae breathed.
"Tae." A voice. A woman's voice. Tae looked over and her eyes widened.
"Yaso-san?"
Yaso smiled, seeming sad, and shook her head and Tae...was alone, on a floor of swirling dancers. Her eyes smarted and she searched and searched, unable to move. There was Tokio again, her dress vibrant, absorbing all color in the room...and him with her...both smiling, turning with the flow. Everyone faded but them. Tae put a hand to her lips.
A cool feminine hand touched her shoulder and
BEEEEEEEEEEP
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Date: 2012-05-28 07:45 am (UTC)The alarm clock continued screaming, jumbling her thoughts every which way. She smacked it off, hearing it hit the floor even as she dropped her arm over her eyes. That was... She could still feel the heat, the closeness. The bed shifted as Goro jumped up and she peeked under her arm to see the fat grey cat trotting toward her and pushing against her arm with his nose as if he knew.
"Oh Goro," she said with a sigh, scratching his head and smoothing her fingers over his battle scarred ear. "What is wrong with my mind? Goodness."
He purred like an old rusty motor and she sat up, scooping him up and snuggling him close. He hung there in pure cat delight, purring and purring and she smelled his short fur, so different from cologne. So wonderfully different. And the man didn't even wear cologne.
"No more period pieces before bed," she said firmly. Goro meowed as if he agreeing and also wanting breakfast please? Yes, of course. Tae slipped out of bed, kicking the alarm clock out of the way as she slipped her feet into her bunny slippers, wiggling her toes at the softness. Goro had been chewing on the ears again but she was too distraught to be anything more than charmingly put out.
"You old beast," she said, placing a kiss on his head and setting him on the floor. He scampered out, tail as straight as he could get it for all that it crooked to one side. He was such a yakuza of a cat.
Tae straightened the extra large New Meiji Samurai shirt she used for a nightie, brushed off the grey hairs then straightened and marched out in her bunnys which jingled softly as she walked. Just a dream. That was all.
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Date: 2012-06-01 08:52 pm (UTC)"Tv on please, dear," she said absently as she poured herself a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Goro meowed loudly and Tae remembered that she was not the only one who needed breakfast. Smiling she set down food for him, then sat on the counter, crossing her legs at the ankles and picking up her coffee. Some boring variety show was on, the host and hostess with faces as plastic as they came and no interesting stars in the lineup today.And certainly no amber eyed officers.
"Oh my goodness, Tae, get serious!" she said to herself. After all, even if he was handsome and knew a good bit about baseball and was certainly a gentleman in his own way...in either case he was certainly safer than someone you might meet on the street... and he did have such nice shoulders...
But! She had neither the time nor the inclination to pursue him, and how awkward would it be? Yaso-san would always be hovering in the background of Tae's thoughts. And anyway, Tokio-chan would suit him much better. She was certainly serious enough.
Goro jumped up onto the counter and she scratched his ears and ran a hand down his back.
"What do you think, dearest? That he'd go for her?"
But Goro had no answer, and right now, sadly, neither did she.