Post by Ivory on Apr 5, 2021 16:47:57 GMT -8
Was it that day already?
Ivory rose a little earlier than normal, showering in the early morning within the master bathroom, opening the window to let out the steam so as not to interfere with the rest of her routine this morning.
It was close to an hour, but the Pale Dragon eventually made her way downstairs wearing a retro, polka dot dress, soft makeup, white heels and ruby red lips. It was tradition for the day and, even if one of the participants was gone, Ivory would do continue to do it in his memory.
Making her way to the kitchen the Fairest retrieved to cocktail glasses, left to chill overnight, ice, a shaker, bourbon, and maraschino cherries. She preferred her Manhattans with rye, but he didn't and, frankly, today was his day. She also preferred them stirred, but, alas, he wasn't around for the pair to banter about cocktail preparation. Some days, it was the light-hearted 'arguments' Ivory missed the most.
Thus, with respect to the man of the hour, Ivory poured the ingredients in shaker and prepared each cocktail one at a time. With the Manhattans finished the Pale Dragon dipped into her study with the cocktails on a tray, placing them on a table by the window next to an old record player. Then, the Pale Dragon lowered herself, sifting through a dust covered collection of vinyls.
It was around this time that Anthony stirred, instinctively reaching for his phone as his eyes inevitably drew to the date. There was some pause, but as he rose to use the restroom, he heard the familiar shaking of a cocktail glass faintly downstairs.
She's still doing it?
After a quick dip into the rest room to do his business and, with no small futility, attempt to tame his bedhead, Anthony slipped back into his room, tiredly moving to his closet.
She doesn't need to just stand there like last time.
Downstairs the Pale Dragon had found the record she was looking for, gingerly cleaning it with a micro-fleece cloth. Then, she placed it in the record player, gently moving the needle to the beginning and pressing play. Ivory settled in, standing in front of the the player in stillness as the song began to play. Then Ivory heard a knock at the doorway to the study itself and turned to behold Anthony, wearing some gray slacks, a white button up, and a sweater vest. It was a good thing the house had AC.
"Uh..." Anthony said, "You wanna dance?"
Ivory's smile spoke of her relief and warmth towards the gesture. It was a good sign, especially after all they'd been through lately.
"Yes," she affirmed, "Do you... mind if I start it over?"
"Nah."
Thus, the song began again as mother and son slow danced. They were silent throughout. Anthony's movement was stiff and stilted, but he eventually found his rhythm and Ivory, for her part, was absolutely beaming.
As Edith Piaf's legendary voice faded out to silence, the dancing ceased. Ivory moved to retrieve the cocktails, hesitantly handing one out to Anthony. To her surprise, though, he took it without complaint or the chiding she expected. Today was still special, even to him. Forgiving one morning cocktail was fine.
Thus, with one arm hugging Anthony's waist, Ivory and her son would turn to face a picture upon the windowsill.
Ivory was the first to raise her cocktail.
"Happy Birthday, honey," she offered, her voice soft and low.
"Happy Birthday, Dad," said Anthony, his voice wavering slightly with emotion.
Ivory would kiss her son's cheek, the heels made it easier.
"Thank you," the Pale Dragon offered, before clearing her throat, eyes watering with gratitude as she worked to compose yourself.
"You don't need to just stand there and listen to it on days like today," Anthony said, "You just need to talk to me."
Ivory bit the want to argue back. Now wasn't the time. She had to learn to listen.
"Alright," she said, gently relenting so her son knew he was being heard.
A pause reigned, although Anthony didn't pull away, letting the one armed hug persist. He breathed out. A sign of relief.
It's something.
"Do you want to get lunch today?" Ivory asked.
"Sure," he responded, "I... don't have to wear this though do I?"
Ivory chuckled and just shook her head.
"Cool, give me an hour? I need to shower."
"Okay."
And so it was that, for a day at least, the two put aside their troubles. Today was about Pendragon, but maybe it was the start of something new too. Something healing.
Ivory rose a little earlier than normal, showering in the early morning within the master bathroom, opening the window to let out the steam so as not to interfere with the rest of her routine this morning.
It was close to an hour, but the Pale Dragon eventually made her way downstairs wearing a retro, polka dot dress, soft makeup, white heels and ruby red lips. It was tradition for the day and, even if one of the participants was gone, Ivory would do continue to do it in his memory.
Making her way to the kitchen the Fairest retrieved to cocktail glasses, left to chill overnight, ice, a shaker, bourbon, and maraschino cherries. She preferred her Manhattans with rye, but he didn't and, frankly, today was his day. She also preferred them stirred, but, alas, he wasn't around for the pair to banter about cocktail preparation. Some days, it was the light-hearted 'arguments' Ivory missed the most.
Thus, with respect to the man of the hour, Ivory poured the ingredients in shaker and prepared each cocktail one at a time. With the Manhattans finished the Pale Dragon dipped into her study with the cocktails on a tray, placing them on a table by the window next to an old record player. Then, the Pale Dragon lowered herself, sifting through a dust covered collection of vinyls.
It was around this time that Anthony stirred, instinctively reaching for his phone as his eyes inevitably drew to the date. There was some pause, but as he rose to use the restroom, he heard the familiar shaking of a cocktail glass faintly downstairs.
She's still doing it?
After a quick dip into the rest room to do his business and, with no small futility, attempt to tame his bedhead, Anthony slipped back into his room, tiredly moving to his closet.
She doesn't need to just stand there like last time.
Downstairs the Pale Dragon had found the record she was looking for, gingerly cleaning it with a micro-fleece cloth. Then, she placed it in the record player, gently moving the needle to the beginning and pressing play. Ivory settled in, standing in front of the the player in stillness as the song began to play. Then Ivory heard a knock at the doorway to the study itself and turned to behold Anthony, wearing some gray slacks, a white button up, and a sweater vest. It was a good thing the house had AC.
"Uh..." Anthony said, "You wanna dance?"
Ivory's smile spoke of her relief and warmth towards the gesture. It was a good sign, especially after all they'd been through lately.
"Yes," she affirmed, "Do you... mind if I start it over?"
"Nah."
Thus, the song began again as mother and son slow danced. They were silent throughout. Anthony's movement was stiff and stilted, but he eventually found his rhythm and Ivory, for her part, was absolutely beaming.
As Edith Piaf's legendary voice faded out to silence, the dancing ceased. Ivory moved to retrieve the cocktails, hesitantly handing one out to Anthony. To her surprise, though, he took it without complaint or the chiding she expected. Today was still special, even to him. Forgiving one morning cocktail was fine.
Thus, with one arm hugging Anthony's waist, Ivory and her son would turn to face a picture upon the windowsill.
Ivory was the first to raise her cocktail.
"Happy Birthday, honey," she offered, her voice soft and low.
"Happy Birthday, Dad," said Anthony, his voice wavering slightly with emotion.
Ivory would kiss her son's cheek, the heels made it easier.
"Thank you," the Pale Dragon offered, before clearing her throat, eyes watering with gratitude as she worked to compose yourself.
"You don't need to just stand there and listen to it on days like today," Anthony said, "You just need to talk to me."
Ivory bit the want to argue back. Now wasn't the time. She had to learn to listen.
"Alright," she said, gently relenting so her son knew he was being heard.
A pause reigned, although Anthony didn't pull away, letting the one armed hug persist. He breathed out. A sign of relief.
It's something.
"Do you want to get lunch today?" Ivory asked.
"Sure," he responded, "I... don't have to wear this though do I?"
Ivory chuckled and just shook her head.
"Cool, give me an hour? I need to shower."
"Okay."
And so it was that, for a day at least, the two put aside their troubles. Today was about Pendragon, but maybe it was the start of something new too. Something healing.
Potentially good enough to heal one point of Clarity? Krakenbox
