Melpomene (depressed_muse) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2010-02-24 07:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | joanna wilson, melpomene, melpomene smith, thalia |
Who: Melpomene and Thalia (aka, Mel and Joanna)
What: Theater Muse Time
Where: The Piera Theater
When: Sometime before Zeus disappearance
Warnings: None that I can think of. Cute? Fluff?
Her sister and other half had been home for about a month now, and while some parts simply slid back into place, others were taking more adjustment. Mostly it was Mel not putting a leash around her to make sure she didn't take off again. But they were both in the theater, tending to the works of setting up the next production. The muse of tragedy walked into the office, and found comedy sitting on the couch. Perfect.
Crossing the space, Melpomene simply sat down next to her sister, then leaned over until she was laying with her head in her sister's lap. It was a perfect way to curl up, and let her relax almost at once.
Thalia smiled down at her sister in her lap, this was what she missed most when she had been off traveling around the world. This was why she had returned. The simple love and warmth of being with her sisters, especially Mel. They were so opposite that they were just like one. She started to play with Mel's hair, running her fingers through it and 'making' curls around her fingers.
"I missed this." She said so quietly that it was almost like a breath. Comedy wasn't usually the quiet one but she could be. "I am never leaving again!" She spoke a little louder now, she had felt so alone traveling around and she was not going to let this happen again.
"Mmm." Mel smiled at the attention, feeling at ease in her sister's care. The muse of tragedy she was, but in the time of her family and sisters, she'd often been rather happy. Now she was getting a glimpse of that once more, and it felt more fitting. "I'm glad you're home. I missed you. I thought I might have to go searching for you again," she murmured softly, content for how they were.
"I didn't think I would be away this long." Thalia sometimes had the tendency to act before thinking. Part of her had thought that Connor and his lovely wife would return to Miami, she never would have guessed them wanting to live in Australia. It had been hard to leave them, but living without her family, her sisters, her Mel would have been so much harder. She just could not do that again. She had been alone for too long, Comedy does not do 'alone' well.
"I will be here so long that you will get sick of me." She teased ruffling Mel's hair a little before going back to the gentle stroking.
Mel twisted to stick her tongue out at her sister. "I bet you'd get sick of me first. Some cute comedian will want you and your depressing sister will have to find a flat of her own." She turned back and made herself comfortable under the petting. "I intend to claim you again the moment he dies though. You can't get rid of me that easily."
Thalia giggled and leaned in to kiss Mel's brow. "There is a cute comedian? Why didn't you tell me about him?" She pretended to look for the man in a very theatrical way. It had been a while since she had found someone special enough to live with, to care for and cry over when he died. She was glad that she had her sisters and she would have to thank Aphrodite, where ever she was at the moment, for sending special men into the lives of her sisters.
"I don't want to get rid of you." She stated seriously, she went quiet for a moment, still stroking her sister's hair, then a mischievous grins tugged at her lips. She giggled as she started to tickle Mel.
Even if she couldn't see it, Mel could feel that grin as it started, and began to wonder. The tickling started though before she could act upon it and instantly she started to squirm and laugh. No matter what, it was one thing she couldn't avoid with Thalia. "No!" she grinned, rolling off the couch and onto the floor in an attempt to escape. But escape would not be enough! Only revenge would do! Turning she tried to get balance enough to return attack.
Thalia laughed with Mel, she just never could resist to tickle Tragedy. Would anyone believe that Tragedy was ticklish and could laugh like this? Comedy knew she could and she also knew that there would be revenge, but that was what made this fun. Games were no fun when you played alone.
She wiggled her fingers in the air aiming for her sister again. "Yes!" She moved toward Mel, "There is a lot more tickling to done."
"Only on you!" she retorted, pouncing her sister back into the couch and attack her side with wiggling fingers of her own. She laughed as she made the attack trying to out tickle Comedy and knowing it was unlikely to succeed, but it made no difference. Sisters did this, and she had been apart from her sister for too long. Not just recently, but in all the years since the Fall.
None of that was in her mind however, as Mel single mindedly tried to tickle her sister into submission.
Thalia let Mel tickle her for a bit, she laughed happily before putting more energy and strength behind her tickling. She winked playfully at her sister, "You know you can't out-tickle me." She moved to flip her sister over, hoping that the new tickle-attack would help her to get the other muse off her and on her back on the floor.
It was difficult to make much of a response, attention spent in favor of trying to not completely fail. But she hadn't play tickle games with experts in a while, and she did land once more on the floor, at the mercy of her sister, laughing loudly and squirming. After a few moments, she decided to try to change tactics and attempted to pin Thalia in return.
Thalia could easily win this but she wasn't really a very competitive person. She let Mel pin her down and grinned up at her sister. She laughed happily, so glad to be back. "I can still beat you at tickling." She stated taking a steadying breath before another round of Tickle Tragedy.
Oh, Melpomene knew well that it was a war she would never come close to winning, but she had to be able to at least hold her own within it. Breathing hard as well, she kept her sister pinned as best she could for the moment. "You could always beat me at the good stuff." Leaning, she kissed her sister's cheek. "[But I love you still.]"
Thalia was just about to push Mel off and get the upper hand again when her sister kissed her cheek. She laughed happily, "Trying to distract me, aren't you?" She didn't stop tickling though, "you know that that is cheating...." She loved the easy playfulness she shared with her sister. "[But I still love you too.]" Then she did put 'muscle' into the tickling, trying to 'fight' her sister off.
"Cheating is all I have left," Mel replied before she realized what her sister was doing. Now who was distracting who? It wasn't much of a surprise when Tragedy was once more at Comedy's mercy, giggling and squirming and attempting some kind of escape.
Thalia was not going to let Mel escape yet. She moved closer to her sister as she tickled Tragedy's sides, "Ready to give up?" She was having tons of fun but she couldn't tickle the other muse forever after all. She stopped tickling to give Mel the chance to answer.
"Truce! Parley! Mercy!" Mel giggled in answer. She wouldn't give complete surrender, but she was ready for a pause and temporary peace on the matter. It wasn't as though the tickle wars ever really ended. To help enforce her message, she grabbed her sister's wrists, to help prevent further tickling.
Thalia bowed her head and playfully kissed Mel's fingers around her right wrist. "A truce it is." She beamed a happy smile at her sister as she relaxed her fingers into a nonthreatening and non-tickling fashion. "It really is good to be back." She stated for probably the zillionth time since she returned.
"Mhmm," Mel agreed, leaning so she could nuzzle at her sister's neck briefly in return affection before letting go. She had a feeling there was a reason she'd gone looking for her sister in the first place, something that needed to be done, but it was more a sense than an actual knowing. Maybe it was just the want to be near her other half once again as they prepped to once more do a show together. "My life is better with you here."
Thalia smiled at the affectionate nuzzle and the words too. "I am not leaving you again." They had been apart too much over the last millennia and during the last year Comedy had realized that more then ever before. Muses were supposed to be together. It was sad that not all of them were in Miami, but she was content to have Tragedy there. What was Comedy without Tragedy? Nothing!
"You keep saying that like you have a choice," she half teased, half threatened in return. But freeing herself from her sister post-tickle war only meant she had to find a position to resettle herself for cuddling once again. Mel waited until Thalia was sitting somewhere once again before sitting next to her and curling at her side, wrapping her arms around her sister's waist. "We have a theater now though. That can last us for a very long time."
Tickling was fun but cuddling was even better. Thalia wrapped one of her arms around Mel's shoulder and putting the hand of her other arm on her sister's knees. "Maybe sometimes there is no choice." She thought back at the Fall and how it had made her loose her sisters for so long, they didn't have a choice back then. "But as long as I have a choice I will not leave again." It had seemed that the last year it had been harder without her family but now she knew where to find some of them, Miami was the closest thing to home, like a new Olympus. "This theater will be the very best Miami has ever seen!" Comedy's bright smile returned in full force at that statement.
"It'll have to be. We'll be the birth place of new Broadway stars." Kind of like the name of the place was the birth place of the muses. Maybe if they ever had more work done, they'd make ten box seats instead of the few they had now, or nine doors, and name each after a muse. She'd ponder that later. For now she was content to cuddle into her sister, and just enjoy the moment.
Without speaking Thalia started to draw little patterns with her finger on Mel's leg, thinking about the theater, about the work that still needed to be done and about the beautiful murals she had seen in Poly's house. "Maybe we could ask Adam to paint us a mural." She had been so impressed with the murals, especially the one in the master bedroom. "Have you seen his work?"
"Some." Mel closed her eyes and relaxed at her sister's touch. It felt so familiar and comforting, and she was able to ignore just how much time had passed for a few moments. "He's been with our sister long enough, I don't think she'd let him do any work that it's quality at this point. It makes us squirm too much to see bad work from one we favor. Hasn't he had a gallery showing by now?"
"She showed me the one Adam did in their bedroom." Thalia closed her eyes trying to recall the mural. "It was beautiful... I was speechless." That in itself was not an easy thing, Comedy hardly ever was speechless. "Maybe we can ask him to do one here? In the theater..." She hoped that Mel would like the idea and that Adam and Poly would agree to it. She kissed the top of her sister's head. "It would be beautiful and he will get to show of his work."
"We could ask him. I don't know where we'd have him do it." She frowned a fraction, then relaxed again as she thought about how it would all work out. "If we still want to feature work from local artists, whatever he paints has to have place where we can put other work." Not that it would be hard to manage. But if they were going to be known for helping find talent, it would be all talent. Not just theater and writing for the theater, but comedic and tragic art too. At least, that was what Mel hoped for.
"We will find the perfect spot for all the artists." Thalia smiled feeling optimistic about the future, about their plans for the theater, about life. Of course she was the optimistic type and hardly ever felt like things wouldn't turn out for the best. "It will all be perfect." She sighed happily as she wrapped her arms completely around Mel. "It will be more then perfect even." She was sure of it.
Instantly, Mel could see more than a hundred ways it wouldn't be perfect, or more than perfect, but she kept them to herself. Thalia would see the good, Melpomene would see the possibilities for trouble. It was simply how it went. So she just settled herself in more firmly against her sister, and decided to ignore all the thoughts about all the things that were bound to come up. "We should make another sister get together."
The fact that Thalia was usually overly optimistic and Mel tended to be more pessimistic made that they worked so good together, it was all about balance. Of course it helped that all muses loved each other to pieces. "We should, maybe go dancing together." She really didn't know where that idea came from, but she liked it anyway. She hadn't gone dancing in ages, had being a good hardworking PA made Comedy dull?
"Dancing could be fun," Mel agreed, wondering what the people would think if they went to a bar. They would probably gain some attention, but maybe the people would be to drunk to notice or care. They could probably go to D's bar, or one of the many other bars around the town. They could even just dance at the theater itself if they wanted their own party. "Have you seen the triplets yet?"
"No I haven't." Thalia easily switched from one to another topic. She loved dancing but she also loved children, to be truthful there was not much she did not love. "Are they adorable? Oh... of course they are!" She giggled, children could not help themselves, they had to be adorable, it was a child-thing.
Mel wouldn't argue that they were. Not because it couldn't happen, but merely because she knew it wasn't true. She nodded. "Val is happy and proud, and her husband is helping to take care of her and his children. And they can sing..." She shouldn't have brought up the triplets. It always made her think of her own, long lost.
Thalia kissed the top of Mel's head, "They have a very talented mother." She could not imagine a child of a muse not able to sing. There had been a lot of changes since the Fall of course but muses still inspired, it was just a given.
Without thinking and really not knowing why she started to sing a little Ancient lullaby she used to sing to her own children, she never had any after the Fall though so it had been a long time but she still knew how much they liked it. Thinking about her seven Korybantes made her happy and sad. She knew they were no longer alive but they had been a joy in her life. Like their father and her sisters her children were still a part of her soul.
Closing her eyes, Mel listened to the song for only a few bars, before picking it up and beginning to twine her own voice into it. It was instinctive to do so. And signing with it meant she wasn't thinking about the fate of her triplets, or any of her children that came after. Instead she merely curled in closer with her sister, and let them sing together. If the song ended, Mel planned to just lead them into another one.
'This is the way muses are supposed to be, full of love, music, art and inspiration.' It filled Thalia with a sense of peace, an optimistic feeling that what ever would happen things would turn out the way they should be. She played with Mel's hair as she sang the so familiar words letting her happy nature flow into the world with the notes she sang, hoping that somewhere someone would be touched by them, be inspired by them.
Caught up in the singing, Mel didn't bother letting her thoughts go anywhere else. She felt timeless in the moment, and could pretend that there was no other world or time than the one she was in.
Until a crash came from the hallway, just outside the office door.
Melpomene didn't jerk in surprise. She simply stopped singing, sighed slightly, and turned to look toward the door. "[They can't just let me be,]" she muttered under her breath, before raising her voice to call out into the hall from where she still sat. "Everyone okay?"
Thalia would have jumped at the sound if she hadn't been almost glued to her sister. The sound did startle her though, her eyes flew open wondering what had happened, worried a little that maybe someone was hurt. She looked at the door, she would be up and in nurse-mode if it was needed.
Mel was thinking more about cleaning up blood and the cost of fixing whatever broke. She started to stand up, when the answer came back. "Yeah, I think so." Followed by muted cursing. Probably something that would leave a huge bruise, but nothing hospital worthy. All the same, the tragic owner of the theater went to the door, then looked out, seeing what had happened.
"Are you sure?" Thalia was worried, she might not be a healer, she was very helpful. She could not see anyone being hurt or in pain. She moved with Mel ready to go all Florence Nightingale. She just could not help herself, she wanted people to be happy and she would do anything to make that happen.
"Yeah," the woman answered again, pushing herself up and wincing as she did so. A box of toys was scattered on the floor, along with wood from the current set design. She glanced up at the pair, then back away, feeling foolish and embarrassed.
"You didn't have to hurt yourself to get our attention," Mel mentioned, then frowned. She wasn't heading toward the normal work area. Mel's mind flashed through the different work projects in the theater, and considered the tools. Maybe she was just being suspicious. "... You weren't doing work on Aiden's box were you?"
The woman had another flash of surprise and embarrassment, before frowning at the implications that the owner was making. "No. You said you didn't want anyone up there."
Thalia was a little bit lost as she listened to the conversation. She really had been away too long, she knew she had missed things and Aiden's box seemed to be one of those. She had heard rumors about haunted boxes but she had not paid much attention to those rumors, all theaters had those it just made her want to sing songs from 'the Phantom of the Opera' just to be silly.
Considering that a haunted box was exactly what their own sponsor and Phantom wanted, it made sense. But Mel nodded at the comment. Either she was lying (which Mel assumed) and was realized what she did was wrong, or she was telling the truth, and could believe that Mel bought it. Either way, Melpomene intended to let the 'curse' work for itself. They'd been warned. "Then there won't be anyone up there or any changes." She looked the employee over once more. "You sure you're okay?"
She nodded again, and bent to start to pick up the tools. Mel bent to aid her.
As Mel started to help the woman Thalia followed suit, she hadn't known what had been going on really so she had kept out of it all until now. She smiled at the woman as she handed her the tools she had picked up. She would ask Mel about the haunted box as soon as they were alone again.
The woman turned to leave once she had all of her things, and Mel let her go, turning to return to the office. "She probably dropped everything because she was listening to us," she mentioned as they went back in. Was the woman embarrassed because she'd been caught, or because she thought she shouldn't be doing it? Who knew. The muse just sat down at her desk, and began to try to organize papers. She probably wouldn't get far.
"Of course she was listening, who wouldn't listen to singing [muses]?" Thalia didn't really mind people listening to her singing, she never really thought bad of people until she saw the prove. She was sad the nice moment was over though, she had enjoyed cuddling and singing with Mel but she also knew that it would happen again. "Need some help with that?" She had been a very good PA and was sure helping her sister with the paperwork would make the work easier and the time go faster.
"She didn't need to drop anything though," she mentioned. It wouldn't have bothered Mel, except for them now having their muse mood broken and the real world crashing in. She looked up at Thalia's offer, and stood from her desk, silently offering to let her sister take her seat. "It's inventories mostly, and some people begging us to use their script or hire them or other things like that."
"Just up my alley." Thalia said with a grin, she hadn't been a PA for years for nothing. She settled into the seat and quickly started to sort through the papers, prioritizing them. Comedy looked up at Tragedy and smiled her most infective smile. "This will be done in no time flat."
Summary: Mel and Thalia at their theater, being sisters and all. Nothing real exciting.