Daisy Chains// [Romance] no longer accepting.

[Kites]

((Teehee, It's in the afternoon here :] I'd better wait for my charrie to 'bump' into someone as he hasn't met anyone yet XD))

[mundy]

[it is afternoon here too, i just normally dont get up until like two pm. heheh... ]

[тнε.τяαgιϲ.нεяσιηε~]

Clarissa smiled blushing as she closed the notebook and pressed it against her chest lightly wrapping her arms around it. "Th-thank you..." she said in a soft gentle tone.
She looked up at him and wished that she could talk to him and hear his voice. Leaning back, she lays down on the wet meadow as she watched the gray clouds evaporate into sunset filling the sky with shades of red, orange and yellow. She slowly closed her eyes as she fell into a deep sleep. Tired from her travels, a smile played on her face as she lay comfortably on the bed of daisies.

{It is 11:34 here and i wanna sleep xD}

[Kites]

Tamesis left the road and walked along a dirt track to a field boundary. Cutting across to the left, there was a large gate with a cattle grid underneath it. He clambered up the gate, and perched himself on the top, looking out to a meadow scattered with daisys. Some may call them weeds, but he, Tamesis, called them flowers. They appeared in summer, when the rain came to a stop and settled on the ground. Just as beautiful as a rose. A scene, running through the tall grass, laughing, stroking the tips with his fingers as he ran. So young.

[Harpy•]

Raquel sighed deeply, inhaling the rainy scent mixed with the aroma of the numerous daisies as she lifted herself from the bench and moved towards the field. She came out of the forest-like area with her eyes closed, knowing that there were nothing but soft daisies in front of her. If she fell, it wouldn't really matter. A small smile curved the corners of her lips, and she began to hum again, a melody that came to her from a long time ago.
Though she was simply humming, her voice rang sweetly through the immediate area of the daisy meadow, and she hadn't even begun to truly sing yet.

{{Tamesis can run into Raquel, if he wants to. x3}}

[mundy]

Damien nodded. 'Do you draw alot?' he wrote, and handed her the notebook.

***

Meylin grumbled. "Too quiet." she complained. "we need to find something to do."

***

Song nodded. "Wanna take a walk down to the field?" he suggested.

***

Meylin nodded. "sure why not." She ran a hand through her white hair and threw the towel at him. "race ya there!" she said laughing, then ran off at a quick pace.

[тнε.τяαgιϲ.нεяσιηε~]

"Not that much..." she said still laying on the wet field.
The flowers gave off a nice scent that was intoxicating to her.
Her eyes were still shut as her other senses took over. She could hear the birds humming, smell the daisies around her and she could taste the moist air that the rain created.
She smiled in content and happiness.

[mundy]

'It's getting dark.' Damien 'said', Standing up.
He looked down at the girl. Was she... sleeping? No.
He tapped her with his foot.
She didnt look like she knew where she was.
He might as well take her back to the village?
He breathed in the damp air.
The wind was starting to pick up again, hinting that it might possibly rain again..
He wouldn't leave her to get soaked again unless she wanted to.

He picked up his notebook and closed it,
putting his pen in the space of the spiral.
He tilted his head, wondering if she would follow.

[Kites]

Tamesis's eyes fell onto a lone figure in the middle of the field. He watched the stranger, hood still over his face. Sliding down from the gate, he walked slowly towards the figure, well prepared to shift his path away so it didn't look like he was walking towards the person. From here, he could see that it was a girl. He looked down from Raquel and watched his shoes. Battered and worn, they moved almost rhymically.

[тнε.τяαgιϲ.нεяσιηε~]

She kept laying there not noticing you as she kept on sleeping. She was cold and wet, but she trusted the boy in a way. She kept on resting on the bed of flowers. They were wet and so was she, it wasn't as comfortable, but it's the only place she knew where she could rest safely. Groaning a little as she tossed and turn, her memories are coming back again as they haunt her mercilessly.

{Complete writers block}