Like emerald kisses
Date: August 23, 2000
Time: Early evening
Place: Myron's house
Characters Involved: Myron Wagtail and Deirdre Burke
Rating: PG-13 at most
Early evening and what else could have one wanted from here? It was not nearly the twilight for everything to turn magical yet, moreover, it was even a bit too far from the sunset. Forty minutes, give or take.
Myron much more preferred giving than taking. And so he sat with a dreamy smile playing over his thinnish lips, in his garden, watching the golden light fall across diagonally on the emerald of the greenery beneath him. It never failed to amaze him how well and harmonious the whole world had been. Every single detail of it, even the smallest speckle of dust - everything had a meaning. Always, something backing up the strangest of occurrences. Like the shining exclamation mark dangling from their shoulders.
He could see the creamy walls of his house from where he sat at, parts of it obscured by the branches of large trees in between. It was a nice house, if a bit too big for himself alone. Which is why he had Kir moving in sometime soon, as he hoped. But tonight, he was glad he lived alone, because anything else would have ruined it.
It? What it? Don't tell me you're falling again?(blushblushblush!) He blushed at his own thoughts.
"But it would have been ruined if Kir was around," Myron argued with himself, gaze fixed on the darkened blue of the sky above him. "I mean-- hmm, I really don't know what I mean." And he shrugged.
She had to be coming sometime soon. And they'd have what they planned to have. And he'd bake her what he promised her to bake. And then maybe talk. She did that amazingly, Myron thought. There was such depth to her, and such hidden sadness at the same time. Something that called for a revelation, unashamed and brave. How could he not hear to the plea?
Time: Early evening
Place: Myron's house
Characters Involved: Myron Wagtail and Deirdre Burke
Rating: PG-13 at most
Early evening and what else could have one wanted from here? It was not nearly the twilight for everything to turn magical yet, moreover, it was even a bit too far from the sunset. Forty minutes, give or take.
Myron much more preferred giving than taking. And so he sat with a dreamy smile playing over his thinnish lips, in his garden, watching the golden light fall across diagonally on the emerald of the greenery beneath him. It never failed to amaze him how well and harmonious the whole world had been. Every single detail of it, even the smallest speckle of dust - everything had a meaning. Always, something backing up the strangest of occurrences. Like the shining exclamation mark dangling from their shoulders.
He could see the creamy walls of his house from where he sat at, parts of it obscured by the branches of large trees in between. It was a nice house, if a bit too big for himself alone. Which is why he had Kir moving in sometime soon, as he hoped. But tonight, he was glad he lived alone, because anything else would have ruined it.
It? What it? Don't tell me you're falling again?(blushblushblush!) He blushed at his own thoughts.
"But it would have been ruined if Kir was around," Myron argued with himself, gaze fixed on the darkened blue of the sky above him. "I mean-- hmm, I really don't know what I mean." And he shrugged.
She had to be coming sometime soon. And they'd have what they planned to have. And he'd bake her what he promised her to bake. And then maybe talk. She did that amazingly, Myron thought. There was such depth to her, and such hidden sadness at the same time. Something that called for a revelation, unashamed and brave. How could he not hear to the plea?