Yesterday it was finally time for Ruin me Softly at the Ruins. Chrissy set the mood with her music, candles lit, the crowd looked good, and sensuality lingered in the air like it had nowhere else to be.
The music started slow and sensual. The kind of slow that does things to you if you let it. Norah Jones confessing she has been ruined. The Fugees doing it softly. Sade, who could make a grocery list sound like foreplay. The Divinyls, who skipped the poetry entirely and just said it. Somewhere along the way, almost without anyone noticing, the tempo crept up. The heat built.
The gods were paying attention.
Not sigils this time. Something different. Erosia sent her glowing heart above Jamee, Jojo, Gwen, Arker and Evelin - the goddess of desire making her observations known, as only she can. Warlor's fire found Kam and Xylina. Harvestia showered Winter and Isabella with petals. Zephyros spread his wings above HH, Kevin and Wally - the god of freedom and passion making his feelings known, as usual. Aetherion's lightning found Yves and Mo. Forgeon sent his hammer to Kas, who was advised to use his tool wisely. And then there was Fleetor, who sent a football bouncing above Lambert and Deep in the middle of all that heat and candlelight. Because Fleetor is Fleetor, and a gala is still a game to him.
And then the halos. Golden, glowing, sitting perfectly straight above Sage, Andrea and Chrissy herself, who were, according to Regalia, complete angels. In these ruins. On this night. With this crowd. The goddess kept a straight face. Nobody else managed it and Zephyros choked on his drink.
The ruins noticed everyone who walked in Sunday. The gods made their choices. The music did what slow music does when the lighting is right and the company is good.
Some of you got ruined. Some of you did the ruining. A few of you managed both.
You know who you are.
Next week, same time, same place - but a very different kind of night. Jo takes over the Ruins for Midsummer Masquerade. Dress formally, dress beautifully, and for the love of the gods - wear a mask. What happens behind one is entirely your business. Sunday June 28, 2PM SLT. Be there.
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