4165/Home again home again, jiggedy-jig.

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Home again home again, jiggedy-jig.
Date of Scene: 18 November 2020
Location: Atlantic Ocean Coastline
Synopsis: Domestic bliss!
Cast of Characters: Arthur Curry, Koriand'r




Arthur Curry has posed:
    Later in the evening after the battle with Amazo...
    It does not take long for a man such as Arthur Curry to head home. With the speed at which he swims almost anywhere on the planet is a few hours jaunt though he has to do so with care and traveling along proper swift currents. Otherwise issues can happen with the surface world. Yet from Metropolis to Maine, twenty minutes is a decent commute.

    Which ends with him rising from the water on the long dock that juts out into Amnesty Bay. This time of the evening it's low tide, though the wind has a chill to it as it rushes across that wide inlet of ocean. Though the cold doesn't touch Arthur too much as he gains his feet, water sluicing off his clothes as he steps forth. Two hands push through his hair and his amber eyes flair for a time while he walks, each footstep leaving a gleam of ice that fades lighter and lighter with each stride.
    Until after a few moments he reaches the dwelling at the base of the lighthouse, shouldering it open now that his clothes are dry though his features are still flushed and his breath is steaming as he walks. That door opens with a /whumpf/ and into the quaint 1970s decorated home arrives Arthur, who smiles to himself and lifts his voice. Not too terribly loud, but loud enough to carry as he says.
    "Hey, Dad. I'm home."

Koriand'r has posed:
     The house is quiet! Peaceful!
    Within the clear fish bowl that sits on Arthur Curry's table there's a gold fish that swims right up to the bowl's edge. It is an atrocity in how much its pink sand and purple glitter castle clash with its surroundings, but if one were to take it, isolate it with just its quarry, one could appreciate how the girlish tones make the little tank-baby pop.
    It is dark within and the wind outside that lurches into the building causes small, quiet groans.
    And within that dark, there is an intruder.
    Upstairs, in the suite that Arthur has claimed for his own, his bed has been snatched by an over-stuffed burrito made of comforter, duvets, sheets, and a Tamaranean princess that has tucked herself all the way inside. It stretches itself lengthwise up his bed, propped among pillows. It lives! In that it breathes, giving rise to subtle motion that sees the brown colored bed burrito swelling, expanding, and then collapsing in on itself.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    It's not too hard to tell when there's company, particular now that that goldfish is evident. A small smirk settles on Arthur's features as he strolls across the room and leans forward in front of the small fishbowl. His eyes flicker with a brief radiance, light shining from his gaze as his lip twists up.

    << Hey little dude, you hungry? >>

    << Food food. Yes food always food. blub-blub. >>

    So sayeth the little gold fish but it takes only a few moments for him to delve and find out that the fishy had indeed already had food when the visitor arrived which reveals the tale of who is hidden within the burrito high above. So first the Atlantean wanders to the thermostat and turns it up, since he turns it down when he leaves. Old habits and the many tongue-lashings he got from his father about that are hard to forget. Then it's to the stairs that the tall man walks, his boots clomping on the wood as he rises, hand on the railing until he's standing outside the door to his room.
    And then he knocks, thump-thump. Before he enters. "Hey."

Koriand'r has posed:
    Movement occurs within the room before the door opens. Sliding bed springs and creaking wood. The comforter-covered burrito lurches upright, and through an opening in the very top, a mass of red, flaming hair that has its own peculiar glow to it within the night tousles free. And then the face reveal follows soon after. Underneath that mane of waved hair is a smiling, happy face with green, gemmed eyes that remain at first half-lidded.
    This is a momentary struggle within her own confined space to retrieve her fist out. The blankets slough to one side, a shoulder that is covered in clothing pops into place, and she is able to free her hand long enough to rub her knuckles into her eyes. The sleep is wiped away, and then she gives Arthur part two of the 'just-roused' smile
    It is every bit as radiant as the first, and more so, with an air of picked up excitement.
    "I would say a thing right here, right now, typically," she beams at him. "But the cat has robbed me of my tongue."
    The blanketed shape of her body deforms again as she pulls her legs into a crossed position underneath herself. Her freed hand moves to the side, patting the barren mattress as an eager invitation.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "How long have you been here?" Arthur asks as he strolls over and takes those last few steps by leaning forward and crawling onto the bed to then /liiiie/ across it and her, resting his head on her side as he seems to collapse and flumpfs down with little preamble.
    "I left..." He looks up at the ceiling, even as he starts to kick off his shoes, eyes lifted upwards with gaze distanced, "I think at like, ten in the morning?" Then he shifts a little to the side as those heavy half-boots slide off his heels and thump and rumble onto the floor with a clompf.
    "Then went into the city, ran around some." He turns over on his shoulder to look directly at Kori, his lip curving a bit. "There was a thing with the team. Found some AIM bastards doin' dirty. Put paid to that. Fought some weird cyborg thing that stole our powers."
    Until eventually... he falls silent.
    Then adds, "How was your day?"

Koriand'r has posed:
    Koriand'r lifts her arm, which is mostly exposed save for the sheer cap of a t-shirt sleeve. It stays lifted in the air as Arthur's massive frame seemingly fills the rest of the bed in which she has not already occupied herself. His head finds its way against her upper thigh, and her hand flaps down on top of him with a little -thwap-. And then, she offers him two little consolitory pats against the broad of his chest before letting her fingers idly drift to the base of his beard.
    "I arrived when the sun was setting into the water," she informs, curling herself over to speak with him while looking directly into his amber eyes, even as he seems to stare at something beyond her fathoming. "I know I should have asked first, but I brought cake and delicious beer to make up for the impropriety." There's a pause. "I did however eat some of the cake."
     Then by way of phrasing, or by the manner in which he glosses the events, he loses her and excites her in the same turn. Her eyebrows rise and her eyes open, even more awake than they were earlier, the light in them dancing. "Aim?" Eyelashes bat down at him a few times. Elaboration is quietly requested! And she holds her own day events hostage in that manner.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Nah," Arthur says at first, gaze drifting off as he looks thoughtful again, then turns back toward her as he returns to the here and now, that small smile settled on his features. He repeats, "Nah. It's fine. You're welcome to." Though when she admits to eating some of the delicious cake he gives her a narrowed eyed squint as if she had betrayed him so severely. His nose crinkles and he lifts a hand to point at her while his eyes narrow, then he says simply, softly, "J'accuse!"
    Though she might know French already and the connotations of such.
    She sits up and ever so cruelly dislodges him somewhat from her thigh so he laughs and makes a face, "Advanced Idea Mechanics." He says at first, then as if it was embarrassing that he knew that off hand he adds, "Or something like that. Evil scientists guys... they killed a friend of Superman's and so we had to track them down. Found them, they somehow had this..."
    Arthur lifts his hands as if trying to encompass something staggeringly large, "This gigantic base that was somehow invisible in a park in Metropolis. But we found them and it turned into a brawl."

Koriand'r has posed:
    Thus far it is one of those easy nights. In the dark of the room, between just the two of them, it is peaceful. The bay is quiet, hardly any crest to the waves that roll in, and the gulls have all gone to rest. The only interruptions to sound or otherwise is the whistle of wind as it sluices about the lighthouse on this relatively clear night.
    "J'ai fuait un choix et je le referais," Koriand'r retorts unapologetically. Slowly, her other arm fights for its freedom. It's a tight struggle but when she pops it out in the open she stretches it out and lets it flop out to the side, too. Until...
    At the mentioning of killing one of Superman's friends, she crams her palm against her mouth and murmurs quietly into her hand, "Oh, no! Is Superman okay?" And there is a slight disconnect between the casual way in which Arthur continues on describing the scenario and the base, and how Koriand'r fixates on the first piece of information given. Her eyes, of course, travel the space between his hands when he tries to gesture to the sheer scope of the complex, but that is more of an instinctive thing. If a fly buzzes into someone's periphery, they will look, regardless of the thoughts occupying their head previously. "

Arthur Curry has posed:
    After those few moments, Arthur nods. And it's clear that he had perhaps avoided considering the emotions behind matters. It was clear that Kal-El was on edge, that he was unhappy with what happened. Very much so. But how does one ask the man of tomorrow if they are alright? Though assuredly for someone like Koriand'r it is a much easier thing to deal with. She'd simply ask him. Arthur... is not quite as at ease with his emotions.
    "He wasn't taking it well." The Prince of Atlantis says after a few moments of reflection. Those pale yellowish eyes focused on some idiosyncratic crack of imperfection on the wall. Then he turns over and slips his hand into Kori's, fingers entwined as he murmurs. "Seemed to be angry, and rightfully so. Just I'm used to seeing him on such an even keel. Even under the darkest of circumstances."
    Perhaps he should speak with the man.
    "But that was a tough fight for a bit. I got hit with some energy thing and it left me feeling tired. But... I'm feeling better now." He tilts his head back toward her, "And then I came home, and here you are. Now you are caught up."

Koriand'r has posed:
    Warm to the touch, the Tamaranean wraps her fingers with his, and then slowly peels her hand away from its press at her mouth to cap his hand, trapping it between her palms, as though he might be the one in need of emotional support rather than his friend. "No, I imagine not," Koriand'r murmurs softly after him, and slowly the hand capping their threaded fingers begins to stroke down the line of his forearm, all the way up to his inner elbow before starting over again while he reflects. "What is your relationship with him? Anger can be very cathartic. The chance to express sorrow even more so..."
    Then he says the word 'but', and Koriand'r allows her attention to drift back to the fight itself. "I am glad you have made it safely home. Was the problem 'fixed' or is this one of many bases of... Advanced Idea Mechanics?" There is a pause as she considers rephrasing, and then she settles for: "Is your friend avenged?"
    She nods along he mentions that he is home. And that she is here. And that she is--wait, no, she doesn't agree with that. She shakes her head. "I am not! I have had things that have happened as well. She leans forward over him and speaks in a half-whisper as if suddenly she were talking of something clandestine in nature. "Did you hear of the Holland Sun? I did not know perhaps if I should tell you or not. There is so much ocean! Is it all your realm?"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "We're..." Arthur sits up a little, shifting his weight to his elbow. One hand lifts but not before giving hers a squeeze, then he pushes his hair back out of his eyes with a brush of fingertips, the wild mane of his settling back into some semblance of order only for it to work its way back to its chaotic state after a few moments. "Co-workers for sure. Friends, maybe. As well as some people are friends with him? He always seems to keep himself apart somewhat. But maybe that's just me sort of reading my own point of view into his."
    The Atlantean turns to her and smiles a little, "I think we got this one. We caught some of the people we were looking for, but there are other bases I think. Avenged..." For a time Arthur seems to look past her, "That's something you'll have to ask Superman."
    That said he pulls himself up to turn and sit up, pulling his legs crossed and then reclaims her hand with his, "The Holland Sun, yeah. I was heading that way but after a few minutes..." His lip twists a little, "I heard you guys had it in hand. But yes, the world's oceans are my purview. Though Namor might disagree."

Koriand'r has posed:
    Koriand'r shifts as Arthur does. The squeeze to her hand? It has more of an impact than the Atlantean will know. It was small things that he did, really. And Koriand'r would have to take the time to think of them at some point, and why they caused irregularities with her beating heart. They were small gestures, and one would think them insignificant in a grander scope and yet they were the things that captured her mind, and in this case, make her craddle her hand momentarily as he adjusts to his elbow. "Do you keep to yourself intentionally? You live very far away and isolated, and, as you say, you go far to submerge yourself in friends incase they are in need of your help..."
    She returns his smile, brightness for brightness when he confirms that they baddies were gotten. Less so when he mentions that Superman will have to answer that question himself. Softly, she suggests, "I would not. But I do not know many people that are ever sated when they seek to avenge another." Tricky business, vengeance seeking.
    He takes her hand again and she looks back down to where their hands join. Again, that stirring of feelings occur.
    It happens so quickly that Arthur would have been hard-pressed to predict it or to anticipate it. But at first he is sitting cross-legged with Koriand'r. And then he is on his back, with the Koriand'r laying over top of him in the same way that one might imagine a bowling pin being sprawled out by an incoming bowling ball. It's not even comfortable. He's trapped halfway between fallen pillows, the wall and the mattress, with her on atop and her arms thrust around his shoulders.
    Her hands frame his face and she teases that space between them for a few seconds before she dips her lips onto his. A slight, fleeting touch.
    She goes on, almost nonchalantly. "Were you able to explore the site after it happened? If not, I could perhaps get in contact with those that were there. I know that samples were collected but at the time I did not think of collecting them myself." Then, showing a smidge of chagrin, she admits, "I often think things through better after they have already happened."

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Arthur had been about to answer, really he had been. His lips were parted and a breath was taken but whatever he was about to say isn't uttered as suddenly there is a Koriball smacking into him and thumping him over with a complaint from the bed creaking even as he counters such bald-faced aggression by encircling his arms around her and holding her close, if only to prevent them from rolling off the side of the bed with her in his arms. He laughs...
    Then he lets that small touch of lips become a more intimate kiss as he turns his head, eyes close. And the next few moments are shared.
    Though when she goes on so lightly about the wreckage of the Holland Sun his eyebrows climb, "We can go take a look later?" He pulls her closer, one hand upon her hip as he kisses her cheek gently then broaches the topic of food. "C'mon, let me take you to Betty's Diner. Best restaurant in the area. Then. We'll go adventuring, alright?"
    And as he says that he squeezes her hand again, just that small signal of, 'Hey, I'm here.' to let her know if she had any doubts.