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Michael: ::Smiles slightly:: Hon, your freedom is your own. The last thing I would want is for you to be held back by me. ::sly smile:: you should fly free like the beautful hawk you showed me the first time we met.
Cerridwen: Thank you. *mildly surprised, and pleased* You remember that?
Michael: My concern is that you have to keep looking after me. It is I who should be looking after you.
Cerridwen: Or, we should look after each other...
Michael: ::Sly smile:: Of course. It took me a while to work it out, with the dreamcatcher and all. But the memory is there.
Michael: A cherished memory
Cerridwen: I'm not a doormat nor martyr type, love. If I didn't want to do it, for myself AND you...*blushes* Mutual, on that score
Michael: I just....it keeps happening. I'm trying, I promise.Catches her eyes, smiling as she blushes.
Cerridwen: I know you are. This isn't something you'll get past in a few days or weeks. Give yourself time, darlin'.
Michael: Impatient as always. Wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
Cerridwen: *smiles, and slips her arms around him*
Michael: "There are some difficult times ahead, hon. For me and those around me. I sometimes think it is hardest for those who have to watch."
Cerridwen: Ruefully, "That's not new for me. I had to learn not to interfere, that people...need to build their own strengths, face some tests on their own to a point."
Michael: "Doesn't mean it is any easier." He shook himself. "Sorry, I'm being morose." An attempt to cheer himself up. "So when's the next available time for me to finally pull that practical joke on Gwydyr?" Grin.
Cerridwen: Ah. "he should be at the Tower or somewhere else within reach in a few days.
*stops, seems to listen, then laughing* Oh, dear...well, I suppose that makes sense
Michael: Narrows his eyes. "I think I need a telepathic eavesdropping device."
Cerridwen: *takes mental note*
Cerridwen: Oh-- Faith was trying to explain a few of the...more unusual family members to Willow's employee. The physician?
Michael: "Oh, Dr Kimble? I'm sure he thinks I'm nuts." he paused thinking. "Hmm, actually, come to think of it, I am." Grin.
Cerridwen: And-- well. He made a reference to compare Gwydyr to Santa Claus...seems he thinks she's pulling his leg. *blinks, then laughs*
Cerridwen: " 'We're all mad here'?"
Michael: Smiling. "Hopefully a good kind of mad."
"Oh and of course, I'm definitely nuts for you, dearie." Wicked grin.
Cerridwen: *mischievous smile*
Michael: "Which reminds me. I believe we didn't finish our conversation regarding the Imfamous Tickle Torture."
Cerridwen: Hmm...well, no... *pounces*
Michael: "Ack!" Giggles, his arms suddenly full of cackling Cerri.
Cerridwen: *tickles his ribs*
Michael: Falls over backwards, dragging her with him.
Cerridwen: *lands next to him, and renews the Tickle Torture*
Michael: "H-hey!" Still cackling. "I th-thought I was the instigator of this one." Wriggling madly under her ministrations.
Cerridwen: "guess again"
Michael: "Shoulda known better."
Cerridwen: *winks *
Michael: ::blinks:: Untangles himself from Cerri, grabs her leg and pulls off her shoe, then her sock. "Think again, dearie." Holding her firmly, he ran his fingers up and down the sole of her foot, grinning.
Cerridwen: Aaah! *bats at his hand*
Michael: "uh uh uh, I gotcha this time, honey-buns." Tickle, tickle, tickle.
Cerridwen: *rolls over and half-sits up, catching his shirt*
Michael: Still holding on to her foot, looking at her, eyebrow raised. "And what do you think you're going to do with that?" Smirk.
Cerridwen: *yanks, pulling him off balance still laughing*
Michael: Falls sideways, struggling to hold on to her foot without hurting her. "I'm gonna win, I'm so gonna win."
Cerridwen: HA!
Cerridwen: *tickling his ribs and across his stomach*
Michael: "H-Hey! Okay, that's it." he let go of her foot and stumbling into a crouch, flipped her onto his shoulder. "Ah-ha, I have you now!"
Cerridwen: *vanishes in a puff of smoke*
Cerridwen: *smoke smells of cookie dough, just to be silly*
Michael: Coughs in puff of smoke, eyes watering. "No fair!"
Cerridwen: *reappears behind him, sneaking up*
Michael: Not noticing. Vehemently. "That's it. I'm speaking to Sam. I'm gonna get me a teleportation beam me up Scotty device. I am, I am!"
Cerridwen: *pats him on the back, tackle-hugs*
Michael: "Oomph!"
Cerridwen: *wicked laugh*
Michael: "I'm surrounded by fireflies."
Michael: "Flickering in the wind"
Michael: "Dipping here, darting there."
Cerridwen: …so come and dance with us
Cerridwen: if you've the heart to dare"
Michael: his eyes sparkled.....he held out a hand. "Dance with me?"
Cerridwen: *takes his hand in hers*
Michael: He pulled her gently to him, spinning her into his arms. Catching himself and spinning with her. Spinning, spinning, he levitated in a double helix, spiraling up, up, up.
Cerridwen: *delighted laugh, as they rose, following the pattern,amazed, and proud of him*
Michael: smiling he spun her out the length of his arm, holding her fingers tightly, before spinning himself towards her. he stopped mere inches in front of her face. An alluring smile, he gently kissed her, before, spinning back out.
Cerridwen: She kissed him back, softly then let him go, gliding on the air, dancing as easily as on solid ground
Michael: He spun to a stop, floating easily, watching her, one knee bent.
Cerridwen: *her hair flickered into her eyes, she pushed it away impatiently, moving to a rhythm; came over to him, smiling, offered her arm*
Michael: Accepting, he flipped in midair, limbs fanning out, and landed upright beside her.
Cerridwen : She reached out with her other hand, weaving sunlight and cloud around and below them, a pattern. Smiled at him approvingly, putting her arm around his shoulders
Michael: His eyes widened. "Beautiful."
Cerridwen: "Suits you then. Did you learn on your own, Michael?" Impressed.
Michael: "Uh, no. The Lady showed me." he smiled. "Threw me out a Tower window."
Cerridwen: *starts to laugh* My. I wonder if she took pictures?
Michael: "No. She...she was unhappy at the time. Sam was...well, you know." She had to, Gwydyr did. Didn't she?
Cerridwen: I know. *nods*
Cerridwen: Tadc and Gwydyr were with him. I looked in on them at one point--but they seemed to be managing
Michael: "I stumbled across the Lady, shortly after their...altercation." he paused a moment. "They love each other so much." Swallow. "That it hurts."
Cerridwen: No holding back. So when one falls, the other bleeds
Michael: "Yes."
Cerridwen: "They'll be all right. Eventually."
Michael: "If they aren't, we'll just have to send someone in to clarify things for them." Smile. "I'm not the only person who is slow on the uptake around here."
Cerridwen: "Oh?"
Cerridwen: Wry smile. "Good point."
Michael: "Sam...Sam is an anachronism in his own mind. sometimes I wonder if he truly knows who he is and how much he is valued."
Cerridwen: Sadly, "No, I don't think he does. Or, rather, he doesn't believe. Doesn't think he deserves it."
Michael: Michael turned in place, his stance firm. "I believe the value of worth isn't in the knowing, but in the telling. And if I have to tell him until my tongue falls out, I will."
Cerridwen: *smiles* Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
Michael: He grinned. "Guess not. Though then you wouldn't have to listen to my incessant questions anymore."
Cerridwen: Oh, it'd grow back, *absently* and then you'd probably start writing everything...
Michael: He chuckled. "I can't say that you'd get rid of me too easily."
Cerridwen: Who'd want to?
Michael: Arched eyebrow. "I dunno. Ya might get sick of me."
Cerridwen: "Or you might tire of us." Half shrugs.
Michael: "Yeah right."
Cerridwen: "but I don't see that first one happening."
Michael: He smiled, reaching up to brush her hair away from her face.
Cerridwen: Smiles back, watching him thoughtfully, one hand on his arm*
Michael: Slight frown. "Penny for your thoughts?"
Cerridwen: i don't think Sam's the only one who underrates himself sometimes.
Michael: "Oh?"
Cerridwen: Yes. *looking at him pointedly*
Michael: "Oh."
Cerridwen: But are you still happy, being here?
Michael: he frowned again. "Happy? Here in the Realm? With you? Of course." Not quite sure what she meant.
Cerridwen: "Both."
Cerridwen: Smiling at the "of course."
Michael: He tilted his head at her. "I'm in the Realm at the moment because I have to be. I love my family, and I am grateful for their hospitality. Ultimately though, this is not my home, and once I can, I will go home." He smiled, reaching up again to stroke her hair. "Of course, the definition of 'home' is dependent on several factors."
Cerridwen: "Yes, I understand." Quietly. "Though 'home' doesn't have to mean only one location."
Michael: He continued to brush her hair gently with his fingertips. "I never said anything about a location."
Cerridwen: She turned her head to look him in the eyes. "No. But it helps to have something...definite. That's your own."
Cerridwen: "And yes, I know home doesn't mean much without family."
Michael: he swallowed. "I do and I have."
Cerridwen: *hugs him, laying a hand on his hair*