☀Takuma ☀016: Run where you'll be safe Through the garden gates
Who:D and Takuma
Where: The fields of Espoir
Style: Third...oh sweet merciful pickles third.
Status: Closed?
Warnings: Emulating the style of Hideyuki Kikuchi, the author of the Vampire Hunter D series. :| It's terrible. Purple prose alert.
Being unable to see D, Takuma became lonely at night. There was no one else that he knew in Somarium that shared his sleeping schedule of rising at the height of dusk then falling into slumber at the dawn. Such was what came with being a creature of the night. He could have called upon his best friend, Draco, for company, but the beautiful youth didn't want to burden him and start messing up his normal sleeping schedule. After all, a being of the day should enjoy the day.
So then, the elegant vampire started to step outside at night after he heard both Valjean and Alice's vitals indicating they've been taken to the shores of sleep. He would walk without leaving any evidence of his presence in his wake, letting his long, elegant legs take him wherever they chose. He started to find himself at the fields of Espoir where he would bask in the moonlight, the silver rays radiating off of his porcelain pale face, a dusting of a slight peach colour on his cheeks.
He would lay down in the plush grass and look at the NETWORK through his Dreamberry or think about things. He found himself outside for, at the longest now, four hours before he headed back to have some tea and read a manga of his fancy.
So tonight, he found himself going out again, a light breeze tousling his fine, blond hair, moving it in a tickle across his long-lashed eyelids as he took in a deep breath of the fresh air. He wore a white, short-sleeved button down shirt that was almost sheer if standing in the right kind of light. His outfit also contained a pair of dark coloured khaki pants and a pair of comfortable brown walking shoes. And soon enough, he silently moved through the dark like a quiet mist, no trail following him. The grass barely bent to his footsteps as he gracefully traveled about Espoir.
It was almost like a bee-line now. Instead of traipsing around the church or wandering about the shops, he headed straight for the fields without even giving it a single thought. Tonight might have been a night where being in the company of the open sky full of welcoming stars and the loving moon was all that his subconscious wanted.
And so he encountered the vast field within minutes of ghosting through the village.
Takuma reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his Dreamberry which made a beeping noise indicated that someone has updated their own device. He set his to a gentle chime that was easy on his sensitive ears and the noise was like a trigger for him to look at it. He continued to walk through the tall grass as well as staring at the glowing white light that was his Dreamberry screen, reading something somebody had written.
It was then a familiar scent drifted lightly to his small, slightly upturned nose. It differed from the surrounding flowers and the sweet smell of the luscious grass he stepped through. It wasn't the smell of a nearby animal, either. Though it was something living. It had a natural scent mixed in with something unearthly. But because the scent was downwind, he couldn't quite catch what it was. Though it was so familiar.
He continued to wander, looking at his Dreamberry and the videos or voice posts people created to get in contact with everyone or someone specific. His gentle emerald orbs that pooled with all sorts of emotions of interest or curiosity scanned the screen. Then the emotions shifted into something else. Worry, sadness, disappointment, and pain welled up in his slender chest, causing his heart to pound hard once to adjust to the changing of emotions.
"D...", he said, his voice as soft as the flax flower he was named after. Why was the dhampir sitting out in the sun? He knew how ill he became after being exposed to those awful UV rays for too long, so why suffer outside under the bright beams of light? His heart panged after hearing the grotesque voice inform all of Somarium that the gorgeous man in question hadn't eaten in a while.
His head swirled with thoughts and questions. All of them concerned on whether or not he should just go over to D's cottage and take care of him or leave him be or just sneak him food by leaving it on his door step with a note saying 'Don't waste this, please'.
The thoughts came to a screeching halt as soon as he heard a light rustle pushed by the breeze. It seemed to skip over a patch of grass which meant he wasn't alone.
He looked up, alert now; his shining green eyes skimmed over the fields.
Where: The fields of Espoir
Style: Third...oh sweet merciful pickles third.
Status: Closed?
Warnings: Emulating the style of Hideyuki Kikuchi, the author of the Vampire Hunter D series. :| It's terrible. Purple prose alert.
Being unable to see D, Takuma became lonely at night. There was no one else that he knew in Somarium that shared his sleeping schedule of rising at the height of dusk then falling into slumber at the dawn. Such was what came with being a creature of the night. He could have called upon his best friend, Draco, for company, but the beautiful youth didn't want to burden him and start messing up his normal sleeping schedule. After all, a being of the day should enjoy the day.
So then, the elegant vampire started to step outside at night after he heard both Valjean and Alice's vitals indicating they've been taken to the shores of sleep. He would walk without leaving any evidence of his presence in his wake, letting his long, elegant legs take him wherever they chose. He started to find himself at the fields of Espoir where he would bask in the moonlight, the silver rays radiating off of his porcelain pale face, a dusting of a slight peach colour on his cheeks.
He would lay down in the plush grass and look at the NETWORK through his Dreamberry or think about things. He found himself outside for, at the longest now, four hours before he headed back to have some tea and read a manga of his fancy.
So tonight, he found himself going out again, a light breeze tousling his fine, blond hair, moving it in a tickle across his long-lashed eyelids as he took in a deep breath of the fresh air. He wore a white, short-sleeved button down shirt that was almost sheer if standing in the right kind of light. His outfit also contained a pair of dark coloured khaki pants and a pair of comfortable brown walking shoes. And soon enough, he silently moved through the dark like a quiet mist, no trail following him. The grass barely bent to his footsteps as he gracefully traveled about Espoir.
It was almost like a bee-line now. Instead of traipsing around the church or wandering about the shops, he headed straight for the fields without even giving it a single thought. Tonight might have been a night where being in the company of the open sky full of welcoming stars and the loving moon was all that his subconscious wanted.
And so he encountered the vast field within minutes of ghosting through the village.
Takuma reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his Dreamberry which made a beeping noise indicated that someone has updated their own device. He set his to a gentle chime that was easy on his sensitive ears and the noise was like a trigger for him to look at it. He continued to walk through the tall grass as well as staring at the glowing white light that was his Dreamberry screen, reading something somebody had written.
It was then a familiar scent drifted lightly to his small, slightly upturned nose. It differed from the surrounding flowers and the sweet smell of the luscious grass he stepped through. It wasn't the smell of a nearby animal, either. Though it was something living. It had a natural scent mixed in with something unearthly. But because the scent was downwind, he couldn't quite catch what it was. Though it was so familiar.
He continued to wander, looking at his Dreamberry and the videos or voice posts people created to get in contact with everyone or someone specific. His gentle emerald orbs that pooled with all sorts of emotions of interest or curiosity scanned the screen. Then the emotions shifted into something else. Worry, sadness, disappointment, and pain welled up in his slender chest, causing his heart to pound hard once to adjust to the changing of emotions.
"D...", he said, his voice as soft as the flax flower he was named after. Why was the dhampir sitting out in the sun? He knew how ill he became after being exposed to those awful UV rays for too long, so why suffer outside under the bright beams of light? His heart panged after hearing the grotesque voice inform all of Somarium that the gorgeous man in question hadn't eaten in a while.
His head swirled with thoughts and questions. All of them concerned on whether or not he should just go over to D's cottage and take care of him or leave him be or just sneak him food by leaving it on his door step with a note saying 'Don't waste this, please'.
The thoughts came to a screeching halt as soon as he heard a light rustle pushed by the breeze. It seemed to skip over a patch of grass which meant he wasn't alone.
He looked up, alert now; his shining green eyes skimmed over the fields.