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 Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 5:29 am
Merethist felt on top of the world!!
It was a bright, glorious day and he felt so, very energised. The grass was lush and green, scents of flowers filled his nose and the park was quiet and peaceful. He wouldn't have had it any other way; well if Phyx or Stippticus were he he'd feel even better, but they were grown up now and he was not just yet.
"a babay still~" Merethist muttered quietly, casting a disdainful look down at the ribbons trailing from his waist. He wanted legs! so he could run, jump and climb trees. He wanted to feel the grass and sand with his toes. Merethist was a tad bored with the silky ribbons. Very, very bored. He wanted to go down and live like Macy-Macy did!
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 5:56 am
Tamson walked through the park, enjoying the pleasant weather of the day. He was making his way through flower beds and taking his time to enjoy the scent of them. It was beautiful outside. Lovely. Perfect. The Daffodil fairy could have enveloped himself inside of everything pleasant that day. It was all too perfect here, all too wonderful.
Yes. Just taking a stroll through the park seemed like the best thing Tamson had done in his life. Just the simplicity of it was a balm. He felt calm, alive, himself. It was nice to feel like himself for once in a long while. He didn't understand why he couldn't feel like the in the Underground, but at the moment it really didn't matter. At the moment everything was perfect. Completely perfect.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 6:12 am
Merethist had taken to lying back in a large swarm of daffodils that had grown under his favourite Cherryblossom tree, senses attacked by the sounds of nature within the flowers and mind dulled by the peace and heat. He could just take a nap. Naps were good. Merethist curled up in the over-tall daffodils, sheilded from the sun by the canopy of blossoms and branches.
His eyes closed and he shifted to lie in the fetal position, one hand tangling in the ribbons holding silver hair out of his face. He was ever so sleepy; he didn't sleep much last night and it was getting to the energy consuming Sakura Phantom. He sighed, slipping into sleep.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 6:24 am
Tamson glanced over to a bed of tall daffodils under a sakura three and smiled. Being the Daffodil Fairy he did very much prefer daffodils above all other flowers. He made his way towards the stand of daffodils with a small smile lighting up his face. The fragrance of the garden was close to intoxicating and Tamson felt as if a small rest was called for at the moment. It would be pleasant. Very, very pleasant.
He paused and hesitated as he realized that someone was sleeping in the bed of daffodils. He gazed down at the sleeping Corsea with curiousity. Obviously someone else had had the idea of rest on their mind when they'd seen the daffodils. He glanced uncertainly at the sleeping Sakura Phantom - what exactly were you supposed to do when you found someone alseep?
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 6:57 am
Merethist had barely fallen asleep when he heard someone approaching him. He shifted and mumbled, turning onto his back as he felt the chill of a shadow fall over him. Eyelids flew open to reveal startled pink eyes, staring up at Tamson sleepily as he sat up. Rubbing his eyes childishly with the backs of his hands, a yawn spilling from his lips.
"hello~" Merethist greeted shyly, still sleepy as he stared up at Tamson. The Fairy was pretty and Merethist smiled, enjoying the scent of daffodils coming from the flowers and more so from the male fairygazing down at him."Who are you~?? you smell nice~!" Merethist purred happily.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:11 am
Tamson looked down at Merethist, slightly surprised by the open greeting. "Oh, thank you..." His voice was subdued as he watched the Sakura Phantom with unshielded curiousity. "My name is Tamson." He added after slight hesitation. The Sakura Phantom seemed a pleasant enough person, Tamson decided. Still young, not even fully grown as of yet.
The Daffodil Fairy settled himself down carefully a few feet from Merethist, watching the happy Corsea. He was immediately envious of the plain happiness the Sakura Phantom was able to display and wished he were that friendly. He believed he had been, once. Before he'd become cautious and slightly paranoid he would have acted just like that. He smiled tentatively as he thought on things. The scent of the garden really was very nice...
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:26 am
Merethist giggled softly, watching Tamson sit down near him. He shifted, his ribbons curling around each other as he scooted closer to the older male, studying him with unveiled curiousity. The fairy was very pretty and his aura felt nice. Merethist murred happily at that thought, he was a nice person. He wondered if Tamson lived down in the Underground like Macy and Hyde did, was it nice?? were there pretty gardens??
"does Tamson live in the Underground??" Merethist asked curiously, pink eyes blinking curiously as he looked up at the Coursier. He was still sleepy, but the appearance of this new person made the sleepiness float to the back of his mind, forgotten.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:42 am
Tamson watched the Sakura Phantom, smiling a bit as the other scooted closer and questioned him on where he lived. "No," He replied wistfully, "I don't live in the Underground, though I've been there before." Tamson wasn't exactly sure, but here instead of the Underground it felt... warmer. More welcome, he supposed. Never mind that he was probably rather biased on the subject of which place he enjoyed better.
He allowed his eyes to flicker across the park with a subdued interest. He could see no one else there and it made him wonder why no one was out on such a glorious day. Especially in a park such as this with so many blooming flowers. Tamson absentmindedly rubbed one of the daffodil petals between his fingers. The day just had a feeling of complete bliss to it. Of perfection. He would bask in those feelings for as long as he could.
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