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With her feet off the ground and dangling she was left with a few options and only one would be typical Indigo. Her arms wrapped around Azraeth and gave him one of those hugs that left a cloud of honey curls in his face while she did. A subtle sound of air escaping her hissed through her lips as the much larger body inspired its fast release. She felt like her world was opening wider by the seconds that the contact lasted. This. This was what the whole night was about, the proof and the message.

Once she was on her feet she discovered that Az’s partner was joining in. A glowing grin thanks to the lighting revealed her approval. The energy couldn’t be contained. With the mention of the differences between the two pointed out by Flynn she couldn’t help but go with what felt right. Az was getting a minor challenge for closeness to the man as she made her move.What is the worst thing that could happen? A step forward and a stretch of her open arms found a placement around Flynn’s The colorful and marked warm body , prepared or not was gently drawn in with the squeeze she was known to give. She released him and hoped that it would not send the man running.

“I am so glad you two made it.” Her vibrant exotic blues danced slowly between both men and fed her continued smile. “I need to introduce you to Vita.”She glanced around for the woman who was going with the less the better option of attire. “Wilson too.” She mentioned Superman’s legal surname then looked for him only to find he vanished. Her smile faded some. He was not getting away that easy. A quick visual check on Adley found him tending to his recent discoveries and a fast shot of eyes landing on Enver confirmed he was getting into the flow that was progressively moving through the room with clothing being piled here and there. As for her having some pipes. She started off with her best on the spot sample of Bishop Bullwiinkle's ‘Hell Naw to the naw, naw, naw” with all the growl and soul licking power that would not be expected to come out of her just by simply asking. “I can give anything a try though. Karaoke? You guys got a contender!” She would own the moment in one way or another...or get Mr. Microphone taken from her hand like her drinks the night before. She gave a knowing look to Mr. Marshall himself.

Okay so Indigo was basically exactly Azraeth’s type of person. She was warm, and inviting. He got the vibe off of her that she was kind, and the way she moved in for a hug for Flynn told the vampire that she was also giving and physically comfortable with herself. Of course, the Paladin had a little bit of a momentary difficulty. Most people wouldn’t have been able to pick up on it, because Flynn was, in most instances, the type of person who kept his reactions under lock and key. He could be difficult to read. Especially when he returned the hug the way he did, but Az knew, and he secretly added that to the ‘be sociable’ tally on the score sheet he had suddenly invented. In his head. Of course, that meant he was going to have to make good on his promise, didn’t it? Not that he was going to have any trouble with that. It just meant he was going to have to be creative in his he rewarded his human companion. And so he watched as Indigo pulled back, and began to mention names he’d never heard before. “What he said.” He decided.

And then he got a sampling of Indigo’s vocals, in the best way possible. His lips popped open and his eyes widened just a little. And then the sound of his laughter bubbled out like the fresh blossoms of spring, full of color and life. “Oh my gosh, you are amazing!” He said. That was exactly the correct response, soulful and not at all serious at the same time. “But we can do Karaoke later…” He eyed Flynn, who was calling into question his singing ability. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no no no. He grinned as he flung his arms around his boyfriend’s neck so he could get close enough to enunciate a few lines of Mi’ma’amakim, the Hebrew sliding off of his tongue weightlessly, and yet warm. Really little more than a whisper that could be heard by Flynn and perhaps Indigo. It was barely more spoken than sung, which did very little to indicate his skill level. Even if he had broken into a proper song, chances were he wasn’t going to win any awards. But it wasn’t about that. Music was a form of art, and art was all about expressing the things a person felt and sharing them like a gift. That was why art itself had so much power to unite people. Maybe there were two people from totally different walks of life, from different parts of the world, but if each of them felt love and knew what it was, then each of them could feel and experience the power of a love song. The deep and emotional weight of it.

Art was the great unifier. That thing which transcended time and space, and which let inherently ephemeral things last for centuries. One could look at a painting and learn about another person’s perspective or their history, learn about the thoughts racing through their mind and the feelings pouring out of them. A man could, looking at a sculpture, relive an experience shared a million times over by men and women who stood exactly where he had, seeing the same things he saw.

Art was a reminder that essentially everyone was connected by the invisible threads of soulful exploration.

He brought the fragment of a song to a close by kissing over his boyfriend’s jaw and then pulling away. “Right. So we should totally meet your friends, Miss Knight. Then I have a date with this wonderful canvas here...we can save that karaoke for a little later...once I’ve fixed Flynn’s elbow.” He held up a hand against the side of his mouth so that Flynn couldn’t read his lips, and then gave an exaggerated stage aside to Indigo. “I’m going to sharpie a dick there.” It was a bit loud to be a whisper. “But enough with my plans, show me to this Vita and this Wilson. If they’re friends of yours, they must be wonderful.”

Indigo still wore her grin. A few minor walls were coming down and that was proof that this whole chew each other apart based on some silly notion that the living and the not quite dead could not get along was finally being put to rest. If one were to ask her it was long overdue and the proof was in the towering duo she had the honor of holding present company with.

The connection between the two in front of her contradicted any claims the two sides could not trust the other or get along. There was love in the air and Indigo was the sort to be a full, loyal supporter of the sources. Nothing should ever stand in the way of what made the world go around...and it did. Love. It was a curious, precious find and it was to be celebrated, shared and cherished all at the same time. Not isolated, closed off or suffocated. But that was Indigo. It wasn’t something until you gave it away. She believed it was only then that you ended up having more. Her eyes drifted to Adley, Vita and Craven and his growing line. She felt that wonderful warm sensation that filled her head to toe. It continued to grow, evolve and broaden. It inspired the widening smile to her lips and and added extra sparkle in her eyes.

“Allow me to lead the way, gentlemen.”

Wilson appeared to be M.I.A for the moment so that left seeking out the large but familiar group in the distance. Vita was where her attention was focused since the introduction was offered. So that was a perfect place to start. Adley had some people to meet as well as the rest of the family. Azraeth and Flynn were in for a treat.The distance was covered in a casual stroll that allowed Indigo to nod and pass out a few random hugs where they were needed in brief greetings to new arrivals.

"I am about to introduce you to some of the fresh talent rising in our art community." Her eyes glanced back to both men and added to her expression. 'First thing I like to ask is, 'Are you trying to say something?' Then it is art. We have everything from painters, musicians, writers, actors, even community volunteers, like me, who cannot color in the lines or carry a tune who help out and rejuvenate inner city landscapes. If your heart and hands are in it we want to be a part of it and help provide the resources so you can do it on a larger scale. Growth is always a goal and awareness. When that happens we all benefit and the world in general becomes a far more cohesive place to be. It is the legacy of my uncle that inspired and established the Apiary."