you are the moonlight of my life every night

[formicine]

[set to Valentine's Day 2021]

There is a small possibility that the cozy night in that Blue and Kat have planned is going to be interrupted by a giant fireball from the sky. (Blue would even venture to say a very small possibility, but she's had enough people trying to make aliens a topic of small talk in the last couple of days that she's not sure anymore if that's a majority opinion.)

Somehow to her it seems like an even better reason to spend the night together doing exactly what they want to do.

Going out for dinner was, thus, a no go, but both of them helping prep nice ravioli and bread and a salad had ended up being a great idea: laughing over bumping into each other in the kitchen, Blue making Kat taste-test sauces and shooing Copper away from doing the same, breaking the wine out early.

"I've had this idea for a while to have a dinner date on the roof," she says as the pasta boils, leaning on the counter and looking up at Kat. They don't technically have a roof deck, but Blue knows where the roof access is for most of the apartments in Darrow at this point, and it doesn't actually require climbing. "Bring plates up and the little speakers, you know? Maybe some candles?" She grins wryly. "I still think it'd be nice, but ...given the givens, I thought I'd better ask what you think."

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[swerved]

Although supposedly, the world might end tonight, Kat has her doubts about that particular theory. That Blue seems to feel largely the same is both relieving and unsurprising. They've both been put through the wringer by Darrow, after all, in various ways, and at least to her, there seems something almost a little too tidy about the concept of a meteor crashing directly into the city just in time for Valentine's Day. So far, she hasn't found any reason to take the idea seriously. She isn't ruling it out entirely, but on the very, very slight chance that it's going to happen, it will do so whether she expects it to or not, so she may as well enjoy herself.

And with it also being their anniversary, that's exactly what she intends to do. In retrospect, it seems almost a little crazy to have first become something more than friends on Valentine's Day, of all days, but it's worked out well enough. It's a nice night, too — almost like any other, except for the significance of it, which makes everything feel just that much better, really.

"Given the givens, I think if the world is going to end, then at least we'll have a great view for it," she says with a lopsided shrug, at least mostly joking. "No, I say let's do it. We can just bundle up, it'll be nice."

[formicine]

Blue grins at Kat's nonchalant tease, and nods, smiling. "Perfect! I'll bring blankets. And -- oh, you know what, I've got that little space heater under my desk." It's one of those things that isn't technically against the lease, although it sort of pushes it: anyway, she'd grown up learning fire safety about those sort of things, keeping the thermostat at 65 through even the couple of freezes they got every winter. She gets cold easily, and it's been a godsend on snowy evenings when she has to come straight home from the cafe and get on homework.

"Here, mind the last minutes of this and I'll set up up there?" she asks, and heads to the bedroom to grab the space heater. She grabs a tote bag to stuff a couple of blankets and a few candles in; it gives her a chance to hide Kat's present in it too and stack little speakers on top. Last minute, Blue swings back around to grab silverware so all Kat has to carry is the two bowls of pasta and salad, and a couple of plates, unless she wants to bring something else.

She leans over the top of the totebag to give Kat a quick kiss. "Meet me up there in a few minutes."

And because pasta only needs seven or eight minutes to boil, she makes quick work of it once she gets to the top and up the few short stairs to the roof. There's an odd delightfulness to the nerve-y arrangement of it all, finding a good view that's near enough an outlet for the space heater to do something, spreading out one blanket and piling up the others, hooking up the speakers to her phone to turn on a playlist, and last minute arranging a couple of candles and trying to arrange them with some kind of art.