#dancing in the moonlight

[dailykatnep]

Day 60

[travelersrest]

🪽🩷🪽

[euphorictruths]

Moonlight Dancers- Junaid Mortimer

[justc2world]

They subconsciously listen to each other 🖤

[lilmcttens]

[iamprchung]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The X-Files Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dana Scully/Walter Skinner Characters: Dana Scully, Fox Mulder, Walter Skinner, Original Characters Additional Tags: An X-File Case, Supernatural Elements, Romance, Humor, Peril, Were-Creatures, Investigations Series: Part 5 of Complimentary Mints Summary:

In classic X-Files fashion, Mulder presents Scully with a puzzling case: a series of brutal animal attacks in the luxurious resort town of Aspen. The local authorities blame mountain lions, but the details don't fit. Mulder suspects something more... supernatural. Scully, ever the skeptic, remains unconvinced, even as Mulder pulls out historical accounts of werewolves and mythical beasts. With a free trip to a luxurious spa on the line (courtesy of Mulder's questionable expense tactics), Scully reluctantly agrees to accompany him. Will they uncover a real werewolf lurking among the rich and famous, or is there another explanation for the Aspen attacks?

[theeclecticrainbowwitch]

I just really want some friends to dress up in frilly clothes and go picnicking with... Like we bring food, pillows, blankets, and a good mosquito canopy. We walk into the woods, find a perfect meadow, and spend the day snacking and writing/drawing/playing instruments. Maybe we even play hide and seek or tag, like we're children again. Maybe we stay till the sun goes down and we build a little fire and laugh and sing and dance in the moonlight.

[iralyn]

Tears in your eyes

“He isn’t worth crap!” Mammon shouts exasperatedly in your room.

You blow into another tissue, laughing through your tears.

“He-” you pause, collecting your thoughts “He was though” another sob breaks through your body and you smack your head onto your pillow.

“THAT lower level demon? I can’t even remember their name!”

“That’s because your Mammon, one of the seven avatars of hell!” You scoff and turn your head so you can see Mammon, but are still laying on your pillow.

You take in your room, covered in empty chip bags and other garbage from your gorging over the past few days.

You’ve experienced break up’s before but this was bad, you’d thought this demon could be the one.

“No way! He’s just a loser.”

Mammon had called your (ex) boyfriend a loser before, but it was all lighthearted nonsense up until now.

Your eyes start watering and you can’t help but let the tears fall onto your bedspread.

When mammon sees this, he tilts his head. He’s never had a human crying in his house before. In front a pool table? sure. The casino? All the time. But this was different. He cared about you.

Mammon decided the best way to comfort you would be the way he was best comforted. So, he opened his arms for you.

You smile a sad (kind of pathetic) smile, but you don’t care, and mammon obviously doesn’t, so it really doesn’t matter. You get up from your comforter and the hundreds of crumbs underneath it, and jog into his arms.

As Mammon held you, he swayed slightly, soothingly. You cried into his shirt, dampening it with every shudder of your shoulders.

You eventually started swaying with Mammon, matching his pace. You smiled, and leaned your head against his chest.

As you danced with the windows open and the moonlight seeping in, holding each other. You’ve come to the assumption, that mammon would be with you through your lowest, saddest, or most repulsing. Whether that assumption was right or wrong, it comforted you, in an unexplainable way.

Awwwwwe, i really like this!!!

[elysianmuses]

Personally I believe we should bring back balls and galas, like whatever happened to having a pride and prejudice moment? a little women moment??

[draganwhorror]

Ted Raimi as Jace - Xena: Warrior Princess

[travelersrest]

🌺🦋🌺

[euesworld]

"Take my hand and show me the land, let's dance in the moonlight and let me get high on you.."

My pupils dilate when you smile, it gives me a rush of dopamine - eUë

[dustydahorse]

☆♡°~Dancing in the Moonlight~°♡☆

[iamprchung]

Dancing in the Moonlight (1/?)

Comp Mints: The In-betweens

Note: this was meant to be a one-shot and it grew and grew and... it's now a multi-part epic. Sigh. But as usual, loving writing it! Oh, and if you're wondering where Skinner is... he'll be along shortly.

Teaser: In classic X-Files fashion, Mulder presents Scully with a puzzling case: a series of brutal animal attacks in the luxurious resort town of Aspen.  The local authorities blame mountain lions, but the details don't fit.  Mulder suspects something more... supernatural.  Scully, ever the skeptic, remains unconvinced, even as Mulder pulls out historical accounts of werewolves and mythical beasts.  With a free trip to a luxurious spa on the line (courtesy of Mulder's questionable expense tactics), Scully reluctantly agrees to accompany him.  Will they uncover a real werewolf lurking among the rich and famous, or is there another explanation for the Aspen attacks?

Dancing in the Moonlight (1/?) By PR Chung

The report. The Deaths.

It was the usual passionate Mulder build up, replete with a projected slide show.

“These come to from the Pitkin County Colorado’s Sheriff's Department,” Mulder explained as he showed the first slide in his presentation for Scully. “Aspen to be exact. The rocky top playground of the rich and famous.”

The image of a young man appeared on the screen, his throat torn open from ear to ear, blood pooled around his neck and head on the ground were his body lay. He was naked from the waist up, superficial scratches on his chest and face.

“Shannon Mitchell,” Mulder continued, “the first of three victims, all exhibiting the same attack marks.”

“Attacks?” Scully questioned.

Mulder nodded. “Ruled as mountain lion attacks by the Sheriff’s department, based on the medical examiner’s reports.” He handed her the report folder to review and clicked for the next slide that showed a woman, her throat torn out. “Alice Steinman.” And then the next slide, another young man. “And the most recent, Jeffrey Raven.”

“Three deaths in the past six weeks, all attributed to a mountain lion. Game wardens tracked and killed two lions in the area, both times pronouncing that they had killed the killer cat. That was until Jeffrey Raven turned up dead in the woods two days ago, a victim of another attack.”

“The first two reports state the cause of death as accidental animal attack, but don’t specify an animal.” Scully noted, sounding confused. “Where are the DNA results?”

“Local law enforcement didn’t request DNA because this was a cut and dry mountain lion attack, and the ME dropped the mention of a mountain lion when game wardens and a tracker— an internationally renowned tracker, who is one of the only people to inspect a documented mountain lion attack— both refuting that these deaths are the result of a mountain lion attack.”

Scully stood and stepped closer. “These could be dog attacks.”

“Yes, but Mitchel and Raven were both between five-foot nine and six-feet tall. Alice Steinman was five-nine. All attacked while standing.” Mulder clicked to images of the victims’ extremities. “None of them exhibit what is known as ‘take down’ marks on their arms or legs.”

He looked at her. “The game warden, Edward Kessler, who contacted me about this states that these attacks were either by an incredibly large dog.”

“Wait,” Scully said, the realization of where he was going dawning on her. “You’re not suggesting—

No. I’m not going on a werewolf hunt.”

“Lycanthrope hunt.” He corrected her, flipping on the lights as he went to the desk. There he picked up a trifold flyer unfolded in his hands, ready to cajole her. “Look at this place,” he declared holding up the brochure in Scully face. “This place is a rustic haven for the rich and famous— we’d be rubbing elbows with the Gates, Warren Buffet, Brittany Spears—”

She scoffed. “What, you’re suggesting that there’s a— a werewolf luxuriating among the rich and famous in Aspen?”

“No,” he replied, “I’m saying that a werewolf is one of the rich and famous in Aspen.”

“There are no such things as werewolves, Mulder.” He opened his mouth to speak, and she interrupted, “or Skinwalkers for that matter. We’ve been through this before.”

“Even the local native population, the Utes, they trace their origin to a god who is half man, half wolf.”

“Not to be disparaging, but that’s legend.”

“There’s numerous recounting, historically documented incidents throughout the world,” Mulder continued as he went across the room and began rifling through a stack of papers and books. “Going back as far as the Greeks and the Sumerians, stories of curses turning men into shape-shifting evil creatures.”

“Those are myths, Mulder.” Scully countered, tossing the travel brochure onto the desk. “These stories, these legends are born from the misunderstanding of illnesses in humans, be it hypertrichosis causing excessive hair growth, or clinical lycanthropy— zoanthropy, the delusion of turning into an animal, all symptoms of other psychological disorders.”

“Myths, legends, stories,” Mulder repeated, “but inspired by something.”

“Yes, the human imagination.”

“Paleolithic cave painting found in France,” he declared, coming back the desk with ancient looking tome of a book. He put it down on the desk with a thud; the heavy book bound in leather, its pages yellowed and frayed. “Le Bête, the Beast of Gevaudan. P’an Hu, the man-dog that married a Chinese Emperor’s daughter…”

“Man-dog?” Scully repeated, watching him page through the book, stopping to point at drawing after drawing of the creatures.

He flipped back a few pages, stopping and pointing at the drawing of a creature. “For three years, between 1764 and 1767, an unidentified man-eating beast terrorized the southern countryside of France.”

“All right, but how does this relate to Aspen,” Scully picked up the report again, “none of these deaths correspond to a full moon.”

“The effects of the full moon are a fictional popularization of 1940 horror movies.”

She looked at him, stunned. “But all of the rest of this,” she waved her hand over the book, “is not fictional interpretation?”

He tilted his head, a thin grin on his lips as he held the brochure up into view.

Scully snapped the brochure from his hand and held it up to inspect. Slowly, her skeptical perspective dissolved to intrigued approval. “A fifteen-thousand square-foot spa?”

“Two stories,” he promoted.

She nodded thoughtfully. “And private deck patios…”

“That overlook a forest primeval—”

“With a hot tub?”

“You’re getting it.”

“We can’t expense this—”

“When was that ever a problem?”

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Continued in part 2 (and Skinner will be in this... I promise)

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