Title: HoN, We’re Here

Series: Velvet and Leather Ball

By: Toga

Rated: PG

Summary: Um, we get there?

Always, I close my eyes. If I don’t, I tend to heave on my shoes. My fingers tight around Will’s arm as the sound goes on. It’s always an eternity, the swirling, grating noise of the vortex. This fucks not only with my equilibrium, but also with my sense of the world. I know certain things: food, running, sex, sleep, hunt, training…things I can touch and know. Giving up religion and the fantastic long ago, I find difficulties in Lina’s mode of transportation.

The sachet works, dropping us in California. The dry air fills my nose, letting me know it’s safe to open my eyes.

Holy Crap.

“Um, guys?” Kermit’s jaw hangs open. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”

Raven’s Gate’s beautiful. Oh my god, I can’t believe we’re partying here.

Silent and still we stand in stunned – well, not Logan. He pulls out a cigar and lights it, waiting for us to come to our senses. Grinning from ear to ear, Lina pulls her lover along towards the front gate. It’s a fairytale for her, I imagine, the feelings of magicks pouring out of that place. And the Fae call to her, I’m sure, on levels I’ll never understand.

“Certainly now, I am relieved.” G lover croons, eyes glowing in the night, “Without these suits, I’d be peeved.”

“T’is quite…elegant.” Out of all of us, I believe Will’s most impressed. He always is…sometimes, I wonder if he’s ashamed of where he lives. It’s not fancy or big…but it’s homey and ours. Me? I always wonder why people who live in such fancy places want to have anything to do with me.

But then something deep inside clicks; I pull out a smoke and screw it into the corner of my mouth. A clink and a flick – I light my cigarette from my Zippo lighter in Logan’s hand. I think he’s adopted it permanently.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go. Looks like it’s gonna be a blast.”