_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
Elliott was utterly fascinated watching Cal and Cliff sign back and forth, the fluidity with which their hands moved was impressive, to Elliott it looked like they didn't even have to think about what they signed, it was just second nature to them by now. Elliott himself didn't understand anything of what they were signing (the only words of sign her knew were insults), but it was clear from the smirks, gentle eyerolls, sighs of fond annoyance and scoffs the women gave each other that what was being said was just harmless bickering. Somehow their hands managed to conveyed more than just words, Elliott could see clearly the deep-seated, genuine love and the powerful bond between them in the movements of their hands and their bodies. He couldn't explain it, but seeing them like this, it was right, like this was how they were always meant to be, how the universe always meant for Cal and Cliff to be. They were meant to be together- Cal and Cliff, Fire and Ice, the doctor and the blacksmith- whatever way he put it, they just worked. Watching the two a smile spread over his face, a fond and a loving smile, he was truly, truly happy that his sister had found Cliff.
At Chas' comment Elliott nodded. "You're totally correct there Chas. But for those two, just watching them bicker in four different languages like that....I can't explain it" he waved his hands around in the air, looking for an explanation that wasn't soppy before giving up and settling on"it's just right somehow, like that's how it's supposed to be." John had been following Cliff and Cal's bickering with a smirk on his face, understanding about 80% of what was being signed and filling on the rest with whatever seemed logical. Few people knew that John Constantine was pretty much fluent in BSL, a fact he deliberately kept hidden, not because he was ashamed of the skill but because he didn't feel it was something people actually needed to know, in almost every situation the fact that he was a mage was enough. He gave a short laugh at Chas' comment. "Hole in one Chas, that's exactly what they are. They're both dredging up incidents from years and years ago as ammunition now." At the soppy nature of Elliott's comment he couldn't help but smirk again. It was clear Elliott really loved his sister with all his heart, and that that same love now extended to Cliff. He put one arm around Elliott's shoulders hugging him briefly before letting him go again. "Don't go gettin' too soppy on us right now, it might be contagious and then where'd we be? Probably not on our flight outta here..... But yeah, we're all thinkin' the same thing right now and anyone who denies it is a liar" he finished on a firm note as the drew up outside the terminal.
As promised the terminal was far warmer than outside. To John it looked pretty much like any airport terminal he'd been in- a selection of various shops (he didn't need to be able to read the language to tell that some of them were essentially glorified gift shops and almost all of them sold travel items you didn't actually need), some restaurants selling overpriced food and drink , large windows allowing for people to watch the rockets launching, loads of chairs, baggage carts, all spread out over a variety of floors. In the entranceway there was a mosaic on the floor that when viewed from the floor above revealed itself to be a map of the planet.
At Chas' comment Elliott nodded. "You're totally correct there Chas. But for those two, just watching them bicker in four different languages like that....I can't explain it" he waved his hands around in the air, looking for an explanation that wasn't soppy before giving up and settling on"it's just right somehow, like that's how it's supposed to be." John had been following Cliff and Cal's bickering with a smirk on his face, understanding about 80% of what was being signed and filling on the rest with whatever seemed logical. Few people knew that John Constantine was pretty much fluent in BSL, a fact he deliberately kept hidden, not because he was ashamed of the skill but because he didn't feel it was something people actually needed to know, in almost every situation the fact that he was a mage was enough. He gave a short laugh at Chas' comment. "Hole in one Chas, that's exactly what they are. They're both dredging up incidents from years and years ago as ammunition now." At the soppy nature of Elliott's comment he couldn't help but smirk again. It was clear Elliott really loved his sister with all his heart, and that that same love now extended to Cliff. He put one arm around Elliott's shoulders hugging him briefly before letting him go again. "Don't go gettin' too soppy on us right now, it might be contagious and then where'd we be? Probably not on our flight outta here..... But yeah, we're all thinkin' the same thing right now and anyone who denies it is a liar" he finished on a firm note as the drew up outside the terminal.
As promised the terminal was far warmer than outside. To John it looked pretty much like any airport terminal he'd been in- a selection of various shops (he didn't need to be able to read the language to tell that some of them were essentially glorified gift shops and almost all of them sold travel items you didn't actually need), some restaurants selling overpriced food and drink , large windows allowing for people to watch the rockets launching, loads of chairs, baggage carts, all spread out over a variety of floors. In the entranceway there was a mosaic on the floor that when viewed from the floor above revealed itself to be a map of the planet.