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Post by cal on Jan 2, 2009 17:00:23 GMT -5
"Work later, you'll have time for it," suggested Cal, nodding, "after all..." he leaned in conspiratorially, and whispered: "we live forever."
Giggling, he stepped away from Minerva, monkey-walking his way a few paces. Lunge left, lunge right. Then he spun mid lunge, looking at Minerva and winking.
"Maybe I should announce it then. Just need to find a trumpet, let me see," he began digging in his pockets, uncovering all sorts of odd treasures. Mostly odd shaped lint. There were also a few candies, and what looked like a mostly chewed piece of gum. This last went into his mouth, and then Cal produced a kazoo. Taking it to his lips, he blew a loud, obnoxious note upon it.
"THEE QUEEN OF THE FAE WANTS TO TAKE ME IN THE STREETS LIKE A DIRTY DIRTY MONKEY!" he yelled, turning slowly. "MAKE SWEET SWEET LOVE UNDER A LAMPPOST. THAT IS ALL! RETURN TO YOUR LIVES!"
He waved, and Minerva should suddenly be very grateful that the streets were deserted.
"Now, what was that about flying?"
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Post by Minerva Corrigan on Jan 2, 2009 17:45:48 GMT -5
Minerva watched him. We live forever... Rang through her head like little bells going off, like bells ringing to tell the fire fighters that there was a fire, like a recess bell going off, they would live forever...forever. Forever.
So why hadn't her parents gotten the chance to live forever? What about her own lover who had perished at the hands of the last queen. The queen who had murdered so many, so many innocent people who refused to do her evil bidding. Why? Then Cerridwen, she would live, live forever in despair over Eryk, and though she claimed it wasn't there, she spoke, her voice no longer having a ring to it that suggested that she could be eternally happy, the light that she could give off when sh walked in a room...was no longer there. Twas a very depressing thing. And yet, maybe Cerridwen was finally at the top of the hill, the long hill in which she had a long trek up, and now she could just ride down, easily, without any problems or issues. We could only hope for Cerridwen's sake. That or her sanity.
Minerva had her own sanity to deal with. Her new as it seemed pet monkey.
"I don't think we need to announce things Cal..people aren't exactly fond of me, especially not our race, and I am sure they wouldn't want to hear about us in our quest for love." She said rolling her eyes, once again back to being herself. Minerva was only at the beginning of her long trek up the hill, but that was an explanation for another day.
Minerva watched, skeptical, and when he put an old chewed piece of gum into his mouth, that's where she had told herself she would draw the line. To late. He already had some off type of intrucment out and was making obscene noises, that seemed like an exotic bird call. Oh for the love off--
WHAT WAS HE SAYING?
"Cal!" She hissed fluttering her wings now getting ready to leave him. "Stop this instant! Your acting yet like a child! Worse! Your actnig like and insane lunatic!" She accused her eyes searching for people who were lisening, as her heart beat sped up and pounded against her rib cage. Oh why did he have to do this...and yet she loved it. Some how he was what completed her.
The Ying to the Yang. That's what they were.
"I shall never make 'sweet sweet love' to you ever!" She glared. "I'm flying home, with or without you" She accused though she knew, he knew and the whole damned world knew...that she was taking him with her...though she didn't doubt he wanted to go home.
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Post by cal on Jan 2, 2009 23:39:29 GMT -5
She kept yelling, but Cal, above all people, knew she didn't mean it. Else why would she descend into Masonville to fetch him? Why else would she continue to associate with him? They might be opposites, but there was too much there to simply discard, and he knew it. Somewhere deep down, he suspected that Minerva knew it too.
He skipped along, his own wings coming out and fluttering. He spun in a lazy, awkward circle around Minerva, grinning all the while. "I am far more sane then you would ever believe, my majesty. It's amazing just how sane I am." He struck a valiant pose, hands on hips, "I'm SUPER-SANE!"
He then began flying around, singing the Superman Theme as he went.
"Dun dun dun dunnnnnnn dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnnn dun!"
One arm thrust forward, other back, perfect superman posture.
He fluttered over to Minerva, again placing his hands on hips and grinning at her. Cal winked.
"You totally want to make sweet, sweet love to me. Again. Over an' over," he wiggled his eyebrows. "Over an' over an' over an' over an' over an' over an' over an' over..."
(I think we all get the point, Cal...)
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Post by Minerva Corrigan on Jan 19, 2009 21:33:39 GMT -5
Minerva smiled slightly and looked to him. "over and over hmm? See Cal the funny thing with that is, I don't think YOU could last...over and over and over..." She paused and a slow sly Minerva like smile came over her lips as she looked to him. Coy. Cunning. She had a plan. "Cal...you couldn't handle me over and over and over again. So you should stop...while your behind..."Minerva said and started fluttering her wings lifting herself up off the ground.
Shaking her head, her hair moving, and shifting behind her shoulders she started towards home, slowly. "But...your more then obligated to try..." Minerva nodded.
"plus, I think the break we've had...you probably, I mean I know...you would have lost your touch. Cal...seriously...By the way? I'm not YOUR majesty....not yet. As I remember...you've left me..and I was open game..." Minerva shrugged turning to look to him as she hovered in the cold nippy, bitter night air. "Are you going to stand for this Cal? Or are you going to just...stand there like a fool and announce to the town what we were GOING to do but never got around to doing because you...were acting like a fool?"Minerva questioned.
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Post by cal on Jan 21, 2009 21:46:16 GMT -5
Still humming, still flying like a superhero, Cal glanced over at Minerva. He dared break rhythm just long enough to hold a conversation with her.
"One day thou shalt know thee full extent of mine abilities," he spoke, gravely, nodding. "When thou hast proven thyself skilled enough in thee arts of thee bedroom. Until then, I shalt have to endeavor to keep things on thy level."
He stopped Superman flying, and switched a popular tune he'd heard over the speakers in the Cave.
"I wanna make love na na na na..."
He paused, frowning, "You know, I'm fairly certain we consummated our relationship already. I distinctly remember flipping you over on the couch. An' ice. Lots o' ice.'
He gave her an odd look, one eyeball squinting, the other wide. "Are you sure you're Minerva? Because I'd think she'd remember my amazingness. I certainly remember her..."
he shrugged, "Then again, I'm the one who's been for this from the start..."
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