pin_up_girl (pin_up_girl) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2010-10-30 00:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | erato, npc, valentine ames |
Who: Val, Freyra, Freyr
What: Surprises from the sister in law!
Where: Val's house
When: 10/29 (backdated)
Warnings: None
The sun had woken Valentine up earlier than she would have liked. The triplets weren't up yet, and her husband was still asleep. She made her way bleary-eyed out to the living room and plopped down on the sofa, hoping the change of scenery might allow her a quick nap before it was time to nurse the kids.
Her husband had instantly stretched out across the bed as soon as the warmth of his wife left his arms and continued to sleep in the gentle glow of the sun as it invaded through the windows. In his slumber, he had thrown off the sheets in an instinctual desire to allow the sunshine to soak into his skin and bathe in its light.
But he was not the only Elf this morning cloaked in sunshine.
In the backyard, another – his sister – stood in silhouetted by the rising sun, dressed in a long flowing white dress and a hooded cloak of crimson. The stillness of the morning was broken as she played upon a strange wooden flute as whimsical and as beautiful as it was seemingly ever ready to instantly break into the violent melodies of war.... the threat danced upon the ethereal pleasantness.
Val rolled over again, blinking. She sat up, straining her ears. Was that...a flute? The wind? She frowned, standing as she followed the sound to the backyard. She smiled when she saw her sister in law. Stepping barefoot onto the dewy grass, she made her way over to Freyra. Being near the Norse beauty always made Val feel a little plain, but this had to be the worst--being freshly out of bed next to Freyra. "That's beautiful."
This was an especially bad day for it as it would have taken her to literally drop her glamour and be in her true beauty to beat how she looked as she flipped her hood from her head and lowed the flute from her lips. Janelle had made sure to be at her best before approaching. She smiled to her sister-in-law and walking atop the dewy grass as if not to disturb either the blades or the dew, threw her arms around her, pulling the smaller Greek close, “I know it was. And yet you're the only one out here greeting me.”
"Your brother is being a lazybones. Still sleeping," Val replied with a laugh, giving a squeezing hug to her sister by marriage. She really did like Janelle, so it was nice to have her pay an unexpected visit. "And the kids, mercifully, are not awake yet...what brings you here?"
“He really is a lazybones. Not waking up for one of the never-ending songs of our people? How often does he hear them to just sleep through?” But Janelle gave her sister-in-law a return squeeze and then released her, her smile never faltering even as she spoke of the minor disappointment. She might as well have radiate in her joy, it glimmered in her blue-green eyes along with something wild and barely restrained. She laughed, “I had to get away from DC. I'm free and they won't be able to handle me as I celebrate it. But you and my brother? Very different.”
"Free? Celebrate?" Val quirked her head, not exactly understanding but still very happy to see Janelle so happy. "Did you want to come in?"
“Yes, that would be very nice.” Janelle, then and only just then, really looked at Valentine and how she appeared and that she didn't have shoes, “Did I wake you?”
Val started making her way back inside, motioning for Freyra to follow. "No, I had just woken up on my own. I could go wake up my husband if you'd like..."
“Let him sleep a little longer...” Janelle followed close behind Valentine, twirling her wooden flute over her fingers as she did so, “If he must insist on sleeping like a stone, let him be for a little longer and enjoy being a stone. You look tired. Did he keep you up?” Even though she was behind her, her playful smirk was just as obvious in her tone as it was on her face.
Val rolled her eyes before giving a coy shrug. "Maybe." She laughed, running a hand through her hair. "Actually, I just woke up too early for no good reason. Even the kids aren't awake yet." She slipped into the kitchen, putting on coffee. "Hungry yet?"
“I'm too excited to eat normal fare, but you feel free....” Janelle nearly glided into the kitchen, unaware of the careful spin she did before one of the windows but perfectly aware of her how crimson cloak twirled around her in all its drama before it settled again. Its motion and Valentine's words reminded her there was a flaw in her planning for all of this, “Do you have a babysitter for your triplets?”
"Hm?" Val glanced up at Freyra, popping some wheat bread into the toaster. "I guess I could always convince one of my sisters to babysit...why? Did you have something planned?" Wasn't Janelle just full of surprises this morning?
“I want to celebrate but the womenfolk wouldn't be able to handle it and the menfolk... The possible wildness might remind them of ancient days in a bad way....” Janelle explained as calmly as she could but that did little to quell the clear excitement in her tone, “But some of the stories of your kin remind me of the Vanir... I'm confident you could keep up with me and my brother. Besides, you are my sister now.”
Val leaned against the counter, raising her eyebrow curiously. She lips curled into a smile at the thought of a proper celebration. "You never told me what you were celebrating anyway, but sure...I'm game."
“Yes, I did, you just didn't understand. I'm free. I feel so free like the air itself, like I could fly without polymorphing myself into a bird. No more computer screens to slavishly watch, no more wireless signals to take note of, no more...” Janelle laughed then and glanced up, assuming her brother was upstairs, “I think we should wake him up now. I wonder if I could make him race down the stairs...”
"Vacation? Or no more ever?" Val was surprised. They all seemed to take their role in family work very seriously. She held her hand out, gesturing that her sister-in-law was free to collect her husband if she wanted. Her toasted popped out, and she grabbed it gingerly, taking a big bite.
“Ever... or at least until the killing begins,” But she would consider that particular thought any further than that. Janelle brought the wooden flute back to her lips and again began to play in its strange tone, but this time the melody conveyed the excitement, fear, danger and bloodshed of violence, the thrill and the loss...
And upstairs, the melody playing in an eerie triplicate sound reached Jarrod's ears and this time couldn't be folded into his pleasant dreams. It made his green eyes snapped open and half dressed with his gun in hand, he rushed down the stairs driven by the instinct the song inspired in him, only to stop dead at the sight of his sister. He looked to her and then to his wife and then back to her before taking a breath and letting down his guard. There was no battle here... Even if the ancient Vanir song painted one in his mind... He approached and as his sister lowered the flute, his eyes widened. There were only two reasons why she would act so merrily and if it was her husband's return, she wouldn't be here... “Heimdall's back?”
Janelle nodded, “We all need to go out and celebrate.”
Val grabbed her coffee, taking a sip as she watched the two play out their greeting. She would let them get their excitement out over Heimdall, and she would wait for the actual celebrating.
Jarrod hugged his sister, exchanging quiet but quick Elven words with her before he glanced over to his little wife, “Did you say yes?”
"Yeah," Val replied with a shrug. "I can always call Melpomene. She already has Helen. I can't see harm a few more babies would do, right?"
“I told you she said yes to celebrating with us. I knew she would...” Janelle murmured as she stepped back from her brother and sat herself down on the kitchen table, letting her crimson cloak drape around her and rest over her crossed legs.
Jarrod shook his head and took his wife into his arms, pulling her close and placing a good morning kiss to her lips. Pulling away just a little bit, he brushed back and smoothed her hair away from her face, “Just don't drink any wine if she brings out any, okay?”
Val set her mug down as she was hugged. She did love her morning kisses. She smiled up at her husband adoringly. "Why? I can handle my wine...I've partied with Dionysus afterall."
“He's just worried you could be drunk for two weeks if I brought an Elven Wine...” Janelle answered instead of her brother as she looked away from the married couple and their adorable little affections, occupying her attentions with rearranging the fruit on the table.
“It's a valid concern,” Jarrod managed to murmur in reply as he let his hands rest upon the small of his wife's back. Though the reminder that she had partied with Dionysus did put part of his anxiety about talking her at ease... while a proper Vanir celebration would be different, it would be equally as extreme... “But enjoy my sister like this now, my +Tiny Wife+, once it's out of her system, she'll be normal again...”
"Hey don't tease her," Val grinned, resting her cheek against his chest. "You're acting like I don't like her normally." She laughed, tiptoeing to nip his ear. "Don't worry. I'll enjoy the fun while it lasts."
“He's my brother. He's supposed to tease me but...” Janelle smirked, trying to catch Val's eye, “Since we'll be going out... We can dress him up. No overalls for him.”
Val squeaked. A smile spread across her face that was wider than any that had been on her face all morning. "You hear that baby? No overalls!"
“This isn't fair, I'm being ganged up on,” he protested but didn't put any distance between himself and his wife. Instead, keeping her close, he turned them both so he would have both her and his sister in front of him, “Might as well put you both on one side then and not be surrounded, too.”
"Well, let me put it this way. If you don't dress up, I don't dress down," Val replied with a smirk. "I have some very nice dresses you can't even imagine."
Jarrod glanced down at Val, “How is that possible? I've seen your closet...”
“It doesn't matter. You know you'll dress up. I won't be seen with you with your normal collection of plaids and denims and he'll want to go with us,” Janelle added as she slid back off the table and once more stood under her own power, “But I suppose it is still very early. We can give him a reprieve for now, right, Valentine?”
"That's right. You can have a few more hours of denim and flannel..." Val tipped her head back, glancing out into the hall. "And I have to go make my babies cranky. It's about breakfast time."
“Does that mean I have to let you go?” Jarrod murmured softly into her ear.
"Unless you want to help me breastfeed, then yeah. Afraid so," she murmured back.
It was Janelle's turn to shake her head at her brother, “If he says 'yes' to that I am going to give you both some privacy...”
And it proceeded to at least make him chuckle a little, and reluctantly release Valentine from his strong grip. “Okay, okay...” Not that it stopped him from kissing her again, “Don't take too long though. I doubt Sis telling me the whole story about Heimdall's return will take very long.”
"You say that like I can make them hurry up," Val replied, rolling her eyes and tapping another kiss on his lips before hurrying off to the nursery.
Summary: Valentine's sister-in-law drops by with surprising cause for celebration.