[[ ooc: I think everyone's inside now. Continue, I have 4 posts for the actual show I'll sprinkle in and/or throw away depending on what all happens ]]
The lights dimmed, alerting the jam-packed theater full of strangers and those seeking something he had no clue about. He should text Sage and see why this had blown up out of proportion.
When the curtains rose, Nox’s heart was pounding in his chest. The last time he did this, he had his arm. Now it was his mechanical one, and he had to trust himself to not hurt his partner with it. Mandy’s persona, Candy, stood opposite him as she the music played and she sat on a cloud throne. It had taken the crew a bit to make it without the use of the power, but it lent itself to the otherwise optical illusions he alone would be creating. Juls was supposed to help, but with the Atharim in the winds no one else was going to use their gifts tonight — not if he had anything to say about it.
They’d worked hard on the illusions. Even Sterling had chipped in on creating just the perfect setting for Olympus. Who knew his cousin was such a Greek myth buff? It had only just started and Nox knew this was going to be a long, tiring night. He tied off weaves he had intended to keep active and hoped it didn’t make a tangled mess later when the scenes needed to change. Crossing fingers and all that.
The music took on a jazz feel and Olympus became a speakeasy of the roaring 20s — the 1920s. They were both dressed in Greek appropriate themed outfits but with a 1920s flare. Nox tossed the fedora he’d donned for the first act into the crowd, revealing the flaming blue tips like the character in the Disney animated movie. He’d even added a dash of blue flame and movement with illusion, but the color was there in its faked glory. The tips died blue several days ago to keep with the theme of things — and he rather liked it. The new flare, the makeup. He only wished it hadn’t come with the failures of his life.
Zeus and Hades danced across the stage, Hades’ angry and fiery dance gesturing his wants and needs in a tawdry manner. His mother would hate him for it, but it didn’t matter. She’d still be proud he was doing something loved. In the background, their plan played out with some of the other girls enacting the kidnapping of Persephone from her garden.
By the end of the first act, Nox felt energetic and happier than he had in a long while despite the lapses of sorrow lingering when he thought of Raffe. But the show went on, and so did his life. And life felt right dancing — if only he could keep dancing forever.
[[ the music would be based on this playlist by Marlyn Desire once song for the 4 planned posts. ]]
The lights dimmed, alerting the jam-packed theater full of strangers and those seeking something he had no clue about. He should text Sage and see why this had blown up out of proportion.
When the curtains rose, Nox’s heart was pounding in his chest. The last time he did this, he had his arm. Now it was his mechanical one, and he had to trust himself to not hurt his partner with it. Mandy’s persona, Candy, stood opposite him as she the music played and she sat on a cloud throne. It had taken the crew a bit to make it without the use of the power, but it lent itself to the otherwise optical illusions he alone would be creating. Juls was supposed to help, but with the Atharim in the winds no one else was going to use their gifts tonight — not if he had anything to say about it.
They’d worked hard on the illusions. Even Sterling had chipped in on creating just the perfect setting for Olympus. Who knew his cousin was such a Greek myth buff? It had only just started and Nox knew this was going to be a long, tiring night. He tied off weaves he had intended to keep active and hoped it didn’t make a tangled mess later when the scenes needed to change. Crossing fingers and all that.
The music took on a jazz feel and Olympus became a speakeasy of the roaring 20s — the 1920s. They were both dressed in Greek appropriate themed outfits but with a 1920s flare. Nox tossed the fedora he’d donned for the first act into the crowd, revealing the flaming blue tips like the character in the Disney animated movie. He’d even added a dash of blue flame and movement with illusion, but the color was there in its faked glory. The tips died blue several days ago to keep with the theme of things — and he rather liked it. The new flare, the makeup. He only wished it hadn’t come with the failures of his life.
Zeus and Hades danced across the stage, Hades’ angry and fiery dance gesturing his wants and needs in a tawdry manner. His mother would hate him for it, but it didn’t matter. She’d still be proud he was doing something loved. In the background, their plan played out with some of the other girls enacting the kidnapping of Persephone from her garden.
By the end of the first act, Nox felt energetic and happier than he had in a long while despite the lapses of sorrow lingering when he thought of Raffe. But the show went on, and so did his life. And life felt right dancing — if only he could keep dancing forever.
[[ the music would be based on this playlist by Marlyn Desire once song for the 4 planned posts. ]]
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