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[phinnia]

Today's word: Replacement.


The stars above them twinkled with the knowing mystery of constellations unseen from one's birthplace - exotic and deep, as though different stars carried more meaning, somehow. The sand beneath them was still warm from the day's heat as they neared eleven o' clock local time.
Frank Sinatra had probably never expected his music to be played here, under the foreign skies of a planet he never knew existed. But romance is universal. He probably would have agreed to that sentiment, in any case.
"You look lovely tonight." Fabian murmured.
"So do you." Jakob replied with a chuckle. "I like the tiara. You always did want to be a faerie princess."
"It's a failing." They swayed gently to the crooning coming from the stereo. I've got a crush on you ... sweetie pie ...
"Regrets?" Fabian asked softly, following the gentle steps of the dance.
"Not a one." Jakob turned to the woman who was standing beside them both and raised an eyebrow at her, laughing; she was mischeviously expectant in her short silver gown and bare feet, the lights from the town nearby outlining her deep blue hair. "Yes, schnookie?"
"It will be my turn soon, I expect?" she laughed. "I mean, it's my anniversary too, not just yours."
"You can have a turn." Fabian stepped aside, straightening his smoking jacket and tiara. "Go ahead."
"Yes, but that's hardly fair. I want to dance with both of you." Audra pouted. "Damn dichotomous thinking. What's a woman with two husbands supposed to do on the dance floor?"
"It depends on how quick you are." Jakob chuckled, looking at both of them thoughtfully. "Okay ... hm. Well, I suppose the only way to do things is for Fabie to stand there - put your arm around Audraschnookie's waist ... like that, and I'll stand on her other side ... there. Now take my hand."
Fabian did so, nuzzling Audra's neck playfully, and she laughed.
"There!" Jakob nodded approvingly, peering over Audra's shoulder at Fabian. "Just like always. A spirited dance, with Audra in the middle. And I'm leading, because you step on things and trip."
The song continued; the three of them began to dance, first awkwardly and then more fluidly, leaving spinning wet footprints across the sand.
"What happens when we dip?" Fabian asked suddenly.
"We'll figure it out somehow."