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Post by Serellia Lithmiri on Jan 1, 2009 0:51:30 GMT -1
Serellia was restless, her body twitched every time she tried to sit still, so she had wandered out of her temporary living space and walked until she found the gardens. There were few people here, all the better for Sere. Them with all their distracting petty grudges and useless thoughts of 'me, me, me.' It was enough to drive a Saint to drink, let alone a measly mortal such as herself.
Sere sighed softly and turned into the Gardens, she walked slowly among the wide range of flowers and tried to tune out the rest of the world. She had gotten rather adept at that little trick over the years. She had managed to wind her way to the center of the gardens by this time.
She spied an empty bench and strolled over, sitting and letting her eyes rove over the area. She was trying not to let her mind wander as well, that could be a bad thing for one such as her, one with her abilities.
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Post by Vincent Reed on Jan 1, 2009 5:26:45 GMT -1
It was a beautiful day, so what else should a person do other than go outside and enjoy it? Vincent was travelling through the gardens that day, enjoying the sights and sounds. He had been walking mindlessly through the gardens for quite a while, when he did something unlike the grace that he tended to exude. He tripped on his own shoelace.
Something as mundane as a loose shoelace was enough for a nephilim like himself to want to hide his face and not set foot in daylight for a few months to come. He spied a bench a few yards from where he was and rather than kneel on the dirt and get a perfectly good pair of jeans dirty he took a few careful steps to the bench.
The bench was already occupied, but Vincent paid no mind. He placed his foot on the seat of the bench and tied it and then he let his eyes drift towards the person sitting there. A woman with long dark hair and soft slate eyes, after years of watching crayola crayons developed, he now had a color to describe her eyes as.
She wasn't breath takingly beautiful, the type that would stop any man in his tracks, but she was a different type of beauty. A sophistacted beauty of sorts, one that only a man of developed tastes could appreciate, someone like himself. "Do you mind if I sit here for a while?" Vincent asked. Truthfully, he hadn't had any plans of stopping, but this woman intrigued him, this human may be the one that captivated him. Her beauty obviously had him captivated, hopefully she had the wits to go along with it.
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Post by Serellia Lithmiri on Jan 1, 2009 6:00:00 GMT -1
Sere had been lost in her own thoughts, so far lost that she had not even seen the man approach the bench on which she sat. She didn't realize he was there until he spoke to her. Her eyes snapped upward and locked on his face, she knew she looked startled but that couldn't be helped. She blushed a pretty pink, the color suffusing her face and every other part of her skin that was showing.
A tremulous smile appeared, "No, I don't mind at all. It is a public bench after all." the smile grew in strength as she recovered herself fully. She slid over a bit further to give him room, and looked once more out at the gardens, "It's a lovely place to sit and just ....be. Don't you think?" She once more raised her eyes to his, he had beautiful eyes, the color of a summer sky. The rest of him wasn't bad either. Sere tended to be a more solitary soul, having her abilities made it difficult at times to make friends, or keep them after they had offered their friendship.
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