The Garden
And here is a little photo story that has been sitting on my computer from last summer - I'm slowly but steadily getting back up to date with these XD
This time there are only 10 pictures (plus two omakes), so nothing too dial-up straining :)
Here is a teaser:
And here is the story:
Dalarion: *smiling* I am ever so grateful to you for using that spell... You cannot imagine how I longed to see the nature bathing in the sunlight after I had become a vampire.
Meme: *reclining on the warm grass drowsily* Sunlight is nice... I just wish it wouldn’t be so hot... It makes me so sleepy...
Dalarion: *stands up, smirks* I think the reason for your drowsiness is not the heat but the fact that you stayed up quite late last night listening to music and chatting with Hanashi. *cuts Meme’s protests short by continuing* You can sit in the chair if you want to take a nap, I will go for a little walk.
Meme: *swiftly invades the chair* Now really, you can’t blame me for sleeping too little last night, blame Hanashi’s mom for waking us all up at an inhuman hour. It wasn’t even noon yet when we had to get up.
Dalarion: *laughs* If one would not know better, one might err to think you are the vampire of the family.
Meme: *laughs*
Meme: *yawns, eyelids heavy looks at Dalarion leave - there was something melancholic, even sad in his bearing, but before Meme had a chance to delve deeper into the sensation, he fell asleep*
Dalarion: *walks around in the garden, comes across some violets* So lovely... and such a gentle yet charming fragrance... So innocent a flower, yet sensual to the touch... *faint smile*
Dalarion: *wanders on* Well hello there little one... I do believe I do not know your name. You are a much more delicate and frail a flower I grew accustomed with in Florence... *thinks* How you bathe in the sunlight, so frail and pure...
Dalarion: *let’s his hand drop, thinks* ...Perchance it is better I do not touch you, lest your whiteness become stained...
Dalarion: *has wandered to the stairs, lost in his thoughts that bring a shadow into his eyes*
Meme: *puts a hand on Dalarion’s shoulder* Dalarion, what is it?
Dalarion: Oh, nothing... nothing in particular... I just simply find myself longing for Florence now, to its magnificent gardens that once were... though I doubt they no longer are there. And that fills me with sadness...
Meme: *can sense that is partially true, but can also guess there is something more - but he would not force his friend to tell him until Dalarion felt ready to do so*
Then two omakes:
Sunlight all around
In a shade
That's that, hope you enjoyed, do give me feedback, it is much appreciated =^~^= Thank you!
This time there are only 10 pictures (plus two omakes), so nothing too dial-up straining :)
Here is a teaser:
And here is the story:
Dalarion: *smiling* I am ever so grateful to you for using that spell... You cannot imagine how I longed to see the nature bathing in the sunlight after I had become a vampire.
Meme: *reclining on the warm grass drowsily* Sunlight is nice... I just wish it wouldn’t be so hot... It makes me so sleepy...
Dalarion: *stands up, smirks* I think the reason for your drowsiness is not the heat but the fact that you stayed up quite late last night listening to music and chatting with Hanashi. *cuts Meme’s protests short by continuing* You can sit in the chair if you want to take a nap, I will go for a little walk.
Meme: *swiftly invades the chair* Now really, you can’t blame me for sleeping too little last night, blame Hanashi’s mom for waking us all up at an inhuman hour. It wasn’t even noon yet when we had to get up.
Dalarion: *laughs* If one would not know better, one might err to think you are the vampire of the family.
Meme: *laughs*
Meme: *yawns, eyelids heavy looks at Dalarion leave - there was something melancholic, even sad in his bearing, but before Meme had a chance to delve deeper into the sensation, he fell asleep*
Dalarion: *walks around in the garden, comes across some violets* So lovely... and such a gentle yet charming fragrance... So innocent a flower, yet sensual to the touch... *faint smile*
Dalarion: *wanders on* Well hello there little one... I do believe I do not know your name. You are a much more delicate and frail a flower I grew accustomed with in Florence... *thinks* How you bathe in the sunlight, so frail and pure...
Dalarion: *let’s his hand drop, thinks* ...Perchance it is better I do not touch you, lest your whiteness become stained...
Dalarion: *has wandered to the stairs, lost in his thoughts that bring a shadow into his eyes*
Meme: *puts a hand on Dalarion’s shoulder* Dalarion, what is it?
Dalarion: Oh, nothing... nothing in particular... I just simply find myself longing for Florence now, to its magnificent gardens that once were... though I doubt they no longer are there. And that fills me with sadness...
Meme: *can sense that is partially true, but can also guess there is something more - but he would not force his friend to tell him until Dalarion felt ready to do so*
Then two omakes:
Sunlight all around
In a shade
That's that, hope you enjoyed, do give me feedback, it is much appreciated =^~^= Thank you!