[Closed] I watch the ripples change their size

[spiritwalks]

Who: Vyng spiritwalks and Obi-Wan jedies
What: A lowkey lakeside jaunt
When: Sometime toward the end of April
Where: Salt Lake in Trenchwood

Content Warnings: Listed in subject lines when applicable



[As they make their decent toward the shores of the Salt Lake, Cloudpiercer raises his body upward. With a mighty whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! of his wings to slow down, his talons spread out, and he seamlessly glides into a landing. The transition is as natural and smooth as any wild animal's touch-down onto solid ground. Vyng doesn't "steer" or give any vocal commands, instead trusting the thunderbird to act autonomously.

Once Cloudpiercer settles down and tucks his wings back against his sides, Vyng gently releases the tuft of feathers at the back of his friend's neck.

"Thanks, buddy," he murmurs, sharing his gratitude through their spiritual connection. Cloudpiercer clicks his beak in acknowledgment — fully aware he's doing his druid companion a solid, but glad to help regardless.

Only then does Vyng look back at Obi-Wan with a rakish grin.]

Enjoy the ride?

Comments

[jedies]

Chaos and standards?

[spiritwalks]

Chaos and selective standards.

[jedies]

I believe all standards are selective by nature.

[spiritwalks]

And chaos is part of nature. Beautiful.

[jedies]

I cannot agree me.

[spiritwalks]

[Vyng warmly chuckles.]

Well, if I did decide to show off, wiggling my pinkie finger has gotta be the lamest trick in the book. Also? Elitist as hell, when you think about it.

[jedies]

Very. It makes me wonder what other ways you have of showing off.

[spiritwalks]

I could show you.

[jedies]

[ obi-wan leans back. ]

Then I'm waiting.

[spiritwalks]

[Vyng's mouth goes dry for once. He can't help but clear his throat, smiling behind a fist.]

Uhh, yessir. Okay, then...

[He slams the rest of his tea down his throat. Draws himself to his full height. Then, facing the bright-pink lake, he takes a breath through his nose...and smoothly sheds his wool shirt, until it's been tossed onto the ground.

Back bare now, Vyng moves through a series of stretches. His sinewy muscles ripple with each movement — nothing Obi-Wan hasn't seen before, but it's clearly in preparation for something.]

sorry for the lateness!

[jedies]

[ obi-wan lets his gaze roam quite freely, his smile still on his lips. ]

Not bad at all.

no worries! <3

[spiritwalks]

[Vyng rolls his shoulders back. Despite the scars and body modifications he's accumulated through the years, he isn't shy about showing off. But after a moment, he grows still. He closes his eyes. And take a moment to simply breathe and be.

A soft breeze kissing his face. The sand shifting beneath his feet. Lake water gently lapping onto the shore. Even the moonlight against his skin, and the abundance of life humming beneath the sky. Vyng feels all of it, and the threads connecting them together. A flower isn't simply a flower, after all. It is the sum of its parts, as well as the circumstances of its existence: The fat bee rooting around its pollen, the wind scattering its seeds across the soil, the rainwater and sunlight giving it life, and on and on...

Vyng is no different.

When he opens his eyes again, he's relaxed. Placing one foot in front of the other, he builds momentum with each step — until he does a forward flip over the small pink waves cresting against the shore. But instead of sinking, the water becomes his ground. Each hand and foot sends rings of ripples across the lake's shimmery surface. And without missing a beat, Vyng seamlessly transitions into a chain of black flips like a stone skipping across the water.

With one final twist in the air, he lands on both feet, facing his friend, and raises his arms. And Vyng, light as a feather, remains standing on the water.]

[jedies]

[ faith is the first step. obi-wan doesn't hesitate because he lacks it, but because he has to take it all in. the force is with him, always. so the hesitation fades quickly as it came, barely a spark as he takes vyng's hand and steps out onto the water. ]

thanks for your patience!

[spiritwalks]

[He didn't expect Obi-Wan to accept. But their fingers interlock as Vyng takes a step back, and then another. At the same time, his other arm curves around his friend's side — like he's about to lead them into a dance.

Not a word is spoken, but, against the pink glow from beneath them, the amused gleam in Vyng's eye is unmistakable. His mouth curls into a gentle, unspoken question: Up for a spin?]

no worries <33

[jedies]

[ obi-wan's expression or body language doesn't seem to change. in many ways, it often seems he's implacable, unchanging, but he doesn't worry about it. he doesn't need to. because he knows vyng can hear it. the song of his heart. his fingers squeeze vyng's hand as the corners of his eyes crinkle, of course. ]

[spiritwalks]

[Vyng hears it. For all their differences, they share a common language. Even if nothing outwardly changes, Obi-Wan's actions ring true.

His Omen, perched along the shore next to Cloudpiercer, offers part of a song through the telepathic thread that connects her kind to Sleepers. Vyng recognizes it immediately: His and Tuck's latest musical obsession. He leans into the dreamlike chords...and steps into the beginning of a slow, floating waltz.

Vyng isn't quite sure whether their footwork will match (or how long he can keep this up), but he's willing to try all the same.]

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[jedies]

[ it does not need to match. their cultures, their identities, their worlds and even their languages do not match. it is through trench that such divides can be broached, but obi-wan believes in his heart they always could have been. it is not the idealism of soul mates, but soul touched, perhaps.

after all, in the force, they are all but luminous beings. ]