small gods and playgrounds

[fictional]

When was the last time you played?

Me? Well, tonight.

And the white sangria (tastes like pineapple juice. Exactly. Dangerous, that.) had nothing to do with it.

After a delightful meal, my dear Gwendolyn¹ sykii and I were enjoying a post-prandial stroll through Inwood Hill Park, and discovered that the Indian Road Playground stays open till 1 am.

At first, it was just memory lane, you know? What we would have imagined stuff to be (war stations, living chessboards, hallowed hallways through which to make stately evil imperial marches.

But then... there were swings, people. Swings. I love swings. Closest thing to flying I've found ever. And I slid down the corkscrew slide, and sykii can still hang upside down by her knees. We can't really be grown up, can we? If we can still do that?

Seriously, it was kaleidoscopically fun.

I can't wait to go back.


¹ Obligatory Importance of Being Earnest Reference, pay it no mind.


(P.S. Gratuituous Icon Postage. ARE THEY NOT ADORABLE? I think I ship it.)

Comments

[rm.livejournal.com]

He'd find it a little weird and probably laugh if the thought was suggested to him. Since Ianto always was a little odd... hey, works out!

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'll stick it in the random dream/haunted by Ianto piece that I showed you the first part of.

[rm.livejournal.com]

YES!

[rm.livejournal.com]

YES! also, are you reading alex51324 Servant-Hearted universe? It's like a light fluffy version of what spiderine explored. Good times.

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

I haven't, but I will.

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

Did you see the Jack/Regency thing I posted to TWH?

[rm.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I need more brain than I've had since then to read it and get into the language of it (it's quite clearly well done). I can't believe you posted that and didn't email me the second you read it.

[kalichan.livejournal.com]

I meant to, and then I forgot! Bad kali, no biscuit.