queenofheartsrp | iv ⊰video-action⊱

[Anyone who knows Fela knows very well how much she likes to sunbathe. Considering how little she sleeps at night, with her mind busy roaming the dreaming, her frequent habit of daytime naps is not so very strange. She can often be found near her house, laid out on the warm clay with the sun spilling over her face.

Today, however, there is ocean. She does not remember the last time she saw the ocean in the waking world, but she knows that its beauty is featured often in the sleeping fantasies of those she cares for. And it is beautiful. The water glitters beneath the full sun and the sand is silky beneath bare feet. She shields her eyes for a moment as she comes upon the dunes, looking out over the scene with eagerness, feeling the breeze kicked up by the tide as it sends her hair and her skirts fluttering.

She unties the long skirt from around her waist as she heads out across the sand in her top and simple colaless. The top, however, will not be lasting long. It is already quite revealing, covering only the barest essentials for polite company, and in its bright print had probably already been mistaken for a cloth bathing top already. She unties it without much care, making a pile of clothes that she weights down against the wind with the many colorful bracelets and necklaces she wears, as well as the beaded purse she keeps across her body.

She heads down to the water then, laying out in the wet sand where the tide can keep her cool and wet under the sun. She doesn't intend to go anywhere else today. Although there is one thing missing, which she calls to the vine to attend to:]

Mahalia? [She's rolled onto her stomach, wet hair spilling across her face. She pushes it off with a laugh. As she moves, the sun catches her skin and the water and she really is absolutely glowing.] Are you coming to join me?

[As the tide rolls back, it becomes a bit more obvious that it was not just the water glittering so brilliantly. The wild effects of the water have deemed that their visitor be gifted with scintillating scales, nearly translucent except for the sheen of colors that flash every time they catch the light. A rainbow of color overlaying already golden skin. But perhaps you will have to get a bit closer to see them in detail.]

It is lovely either way, but you know I would enjoy your company. Well, really, anyone is invited.

[She laughs again, wiggling her fingers in greeting at the mirror.]

[[ooc; is Vee blatantly abusing the fact that her PB is a sexy sexy swimsuit model? Yeah. Yeah she is.]]

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It can be, yes.

[Fela knows that very well.]

But those are my duties. Just as it is my duty to keep safe the secrets of my dreamers.

[Her head tilts, but Gabrielle has not pulled away from her and so she sits up a bit, reaching over to touch the woman's face.]

You should not worry.

[At first, she welcomes the touch. It feels good to know that she is human once more, that she has emotions, feelings; that she is not alone anymore. There is no more destruction, no more monsters, she is not watching her friends die, or being written out of existence. Aya had returned.]

[But then something pulls her out of the comfort of the hand against her face—throws her against the ground. There is a glimpse of blood, ragged breath, Aya's (no, Eve's) hands wrapped around her body. An ice rink with a creature that looks far too similar to her own boss—and the familiar feeling of a hand tracing the line of her jaw.]

[With a gasp, Gabrielle pulls back from Fela's touch, like fire burning against metal. The memories (dreams? nightmares?) that had seemed so distant, were making themselves clear to her now.]

What just happened? [Gabrielle presses her fingers against her forehead, trying to catch her breath. To collect all the pieces of the puzzle that have presented themselves. She's not sure if it because of Fela, or another factor she cannot explain.] Those dreams— memories. How...?

[Her hand hangs in the air, perhaps a bit shocked herself. She had done nothing, seen nothing, but the disturbance was there to be felt under the other woman's skin.

She shakes her head, brow pinching with confusion and with concern.]

I do not know.

[Her mind tries to tie the frayed ends together, to make sense of things—the echo of Blank's other world theories rings in her mind. The past had changed, but what exactly changed? Had she died before? Was there another version of her that had intwined with her own universe?]

[Fortunately, she hides her frustration well. Her fingers gently run over the skin where Fela's own fingers had found themselves just moments ago. She laughs, but it's empty. Hollow.] And here I was thinking that this would be a nice vacation.

[That hollow sound is disappointing, and Fela wishes she could push it away, but resists the urge to touch Gabrielle again. Perhaps she should not, perhaps the sonando in her skin was harmful to her. She lowers her hand back to the sand slowly.]

The sun is still high, still warm.

You're right. [She says it in one quick breath, gathering her surroundings. Even though the reaction was a less-than favorable one, she enjoys feeling Fela's fingers against her own skin. It makes her long for romance, for the days when she cared so much about someone she hovered between playing games and leading them into seduction.]

[It's been so long that she forgets what not feeling lonely is like.] There's still enough time to enjoy the sun.

[Like a cat, she moves back to her spot—this time a little closer to her than she laid before. Whether it was the lack of real human contact she missed for three years, or the feeling of paradise seeping into her skin, or the whispered dreams of Fela that she could only imagine... it was all too enticing to leave so quickly.]

[Her smile is not as bright as it was, but it is still earnest, relaxed. Gabrielle strikes her as a pleasant woman, kind and warm. It would trouble her if these strange demons lurking behind her words and her worries were to ruin that.

Perhaps the warm sun will keep them at bay, for now.]

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