Smile Click Flash and Blind

[SURA ♥ KING]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Autumn was here. It was everywhere in the crisp air and fiery tones of massive trees. Everywhere the wind blew it carried the rain of russet leaves that spread its harmless fire around the old aged academy. The light playful breeze seemed to meet the warm setting sun as it tickled every passerby. It was the beginning of the great cool down from the summer into the icy and frigid grasp of the winter. In spite of it, it was still beautiful weather. Even the summer biased Elemental could appreciate it. She had loved the icy tones of the winter and the fiery face of the fall. So it was no surprise that she was wandering around the campus near nightfall. Her hands were wrapped around the new Nikon camera her parents had sent her as a Senior year gift. They had loved their children more than the stars and the moon and while they had sent her away at such a young age, they never stopped hoping she’d return soon. She snapped a few pictures here and there, but there was a phenomenon in specific that she had wanted to capture. Around St. Gabriel were a series of lamps which illuminated the nighttime paths to and from the building. She wanted to capture the night scene of St. Gabriel, because it illuminated the secrets of her world. She was an artist of sorts. Her trick of the trade was photography, but she could draw and paint as well. Her older cousin Henry had often said it was her way of expressing the beauty in life she wasn’t allowed to have. He was a strange soul and he often became the source of her drawing and photos. That he also managed to explain. He saw it as gratitude and love. He was the hero who saved her from the fires of persecution and the guardian that she had never asked for, but needed. Though Sura often saw that explanation as his own view of himself. She’d never say that, but deep inside she knew he wasn’t the only psychoanalytic person in the family. As the sun set and the lights began to warm their cold bulbs she began to snap the pictures she had waited all day for. It was the beginning of a new year absent of many of the students. Some had gone home others had adventured parts of the world before returning for their new year at St. Gabriel. Many Seniors who graduated had returned as teachers, but most had spread their wings into the world of humans… A crackle of the crisp russet leaves startled Sura and like a deer caught in the headlights she froze. Unable to think she turned on the flash of her camera and turned."Eee!"She let out a high pitched squeal as her finger pressed the button and burst of light blinded whoever had been behind her. outfit | open | finished this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[LUCAS ♥ CLAES]

It was not unheard of for someone like himself to be out so late in the growing shadows, taking a final turn about the campus, surveying his work. It was easier done at night anyway- the low light never bothered Lucas Claes, not in the way rowdy students did. This way he could quietly meander about, finishing his work with no fuss and no distractions. It might have appeared eery to an outsider, much as he looked like a gravedigger with his earth speckled shovel clutched easily in one hand round the middle. At this time of year the time of day really meant nothing, his season flower beds had died out in the cold weather, so his job currently consisted of tending to all those problem growths around the school that he could only get at once the leaves had fallen. Digging out stumps, taking down old maples and oaks that were threatening to collapse took most of his time. The remainder went toward aiding the greenhouses through the winter. To some it would seem a horribly boring occupation, but for Lucas it was a chance to fluctuate between instances of physical labour that required bouts of angelic strength, and exercising restraint in caring for those tiny little buds that needed his help. He liked the options, the chance to choose how the campus looked at any given time, and the opportunity to plan for the coming season as well. Plus, he and the plants got a long famously. He didn't dislike the company of people, in fact he loved remaining at St. Gabriel throughout the year, despite having graduated more than a year before, but the constant strain of, say, being in the service industry would chip away at him. He liked that his plants never talked back or demanded that which he couldn't give.

He heard her steps before he saw her, cocking his head slightly as he swung the shovel over his shoulder. He wasn't required to wear a uniform, opting for a heavy button down that he kept open over an army-green t-shirt with faded grey jeans. Lucky for him he kept himself rather tidy, with minimal dirt adorning his clothes. He'd mastered restraint when it came to his hair- having frequently run his hands through it in the past, he held back when he was on the job, preferring to not have a constant trickle of soil down his forehead from his reddish-blond hair.

Setting off in the direction of the sound of feet crunching on gravel, he braced his shovel behind his neck, draping both hands over the wood as his tawny wings stretched luxuriously. He wasn't exactly keen on flaunting the ability, but when he stuck to the evening light it usually wasn't an issue. As he now approached whoever was mysteriously wandering around the grounds at sunset, he furled his wings, closing his eyes as concentration briefly crossed his freckled face until they were gone without a trace.

Rounding the corning, Lucas came face to face with what he only had a second to absorb as a pale, bright eyed and thickly lashed beauty before she blinded him with the flash. Blinking furiously he stopped in his tracks, hands still hanging loosely over the shovel.
"Hey, steady there," He muttered, squinting as his eyes readjusted to the dark, nose wrinkled. Even after this long at the academy he held on to his english accent with ease, voice soft and comforting despite having just been assaulted with light. "I'd 'preciate if you didn't try to burn my eyes out, it's only common courtesy." He tipped his head, eyes still narrowed but smiling crookedly in an effort to assure her that there was actually no harm done. "Shouldn't you be in a dorm?"

[SURA ♥ KING]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Despite all the warnings, killings and fear that the Holy Cross had spread over the Island and the Nation, Sura was not the type to be very aware of her surroundings. In fact, Henry, her beloved cousin, had spent much time reminding her to keep her guard up and admonished her often for her daydreaming demeanor. She was the kind of supe that could be in a silent room with white-washed walls and noises plain as day, yet her mind would paint a canvas of colors on those walls so loud that she couldn’t hear a person talking right next to her. She wasn’t stupid or broken; Sura just saw the world in a different light. She saw it in a beautiful light that admitted no evil, pain or sadness, but it also left her vulnerable. So it was not unusual for the young girl to be startled and sent into an array of sparks and bright light. As she stood there dumbfounded and still with startled shock, she was unaware of the static that she had developed in the interim. Her chocolate bronze hair was beginning to stand on end, creating quite the curious look for her. Embarrassed, Sura quickly smoothed it down letting the camera fall back onto her stomach as it hung snugly on its strap. With unsteady movements she continued the smoothing effort before giving up in utter frustration. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed she smiled shyly at the stranger, trying to feel like less of a clutz. She exhaled audibly and scrunched her face a bit. “Uh… Eh…” She shook her head, allowing a few tendrils of hair to fall in front of her face. Sura could have brushed them away, but she was trying hard to hide behind them. “I’m sorry… I get startled easy.” Her voice was plain, soft and had a slight hint of her Southern upbringing, but for the most part Sura didn’t have much of an accent. It was little hazy or raspy from all the crying as a kid, but she liked it. It added character, she thought. She lowered her head a little clearly wanting to recede into herself. It wasn’t that she… No Sura was shy. She could admit that. She was painfully shy when it came to people, especially when they were attractive. The worst part about all of it was, that it was her own clumsiness and overreaction that made her feel like such a dunce. She made a half attempt at gazing up at him, but when her eyes crossed his own she felt the red spread across her cheeks like a wildfire. She shut her eyes a little biting her bottom and mentally kicking herself for even trying. “You probably need those…” Making the small reference to his eyes, she opened hers, but kept them low. She followed it with a little bit of a laugh as she stared at the ground. It was clear on the look of her face that she was scrutinizing her own words. It was almost as if she continued to tell the same bad joke and miss the punch line every time. Poor Sura had to get ahold of herself. Courage Sura. Be Brave. No one is judging you. Take a deep breath and smile. Repeating the comforting words her cousin had told her, Sura took a mental breath before looking up. She smiled crookedly, still wearing the pink of embarrassment on her cheeks. “I probably should.” With a quick glance at her camera, Sura played with the straps that held it in place. “I like to take pictures at night, my family likes to joke I was an owl in my past life. You know wide eyes and night prowling.” A nervous laugh broke through her lips, but she shook her head and bit her bottom lip to reign it in. “The lamps and the gardens are my favorite…” Her voice trailed off as she thought about the gardens. Everything about them was beautiful. They were fragrant, bright and they added color to a world that most people thought was grey. Someone or some people spent so much time taking care of the tiny buds and blooming pearls and they loved it. They appreciated the color of life and wanted others to benefit from it as well. Of course Sura was the kind of person who didn’t put two and two together. It took her a moment to realize her stranger was carrying a shovel and even then she hadn’t a clue that maybe her stranger was the one who appreciated the gardens as much as she did. “I.. I’m Sura by the way.” She stuck out her hand awkwardly shrugging her shoulders in the process. She was a funny thin. Thin frame with dainty features, but an air of awkwardness adding its touch of cute every here and there. She never saw herself as beautiful. She was plain, rather and nothing of notice. For Sura, she was just another flower in a bed of roses, lilies and lilacs. With a small tilt of her head she finally acknowledged the shovel. “Did you just bury a body?” She asked unable to stifle a laugh. He seemed nice. Something about his face was welcoming and it made her feel warm and tingly, like someone had unleashed a bunch of chipmunks inside her and they were going nuts over the peanut butter sandwich she had at lunch… Okay that was a little weird, maybe just butterflies. Yeah… Sura was feeling butterflies. outfit | lucas | finished this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[LUCAS ♥ CLAES]

Lucas had a patient nature. He never seemed to be in a hurry, and listening to this girl was no different. He watched her with apparently polite interest, meeting her eyes when she glanced up then away. At the apparent shyness he could help his lips twitching into a wider smile, creases appearing at the corners of his mouth. He clamped his lips together to stifle the motion, not wishing her be perceive him as laughing at her.

“You probably need those…”

He nodded quickly, letting the shovel drop from his shoulders back into his palms. "That I do, love." His eyes flicked to her hair, watching it rise with static. If he hadn't known the lore better he would have pegged her for a shifter out and about in the dark, but apparently she had a little bit of a charge happening. His sea green eyes returned to her pale ones, narrowing happily as she confided her reasons for being out so late. He visibly brightened when she mentioned a particular affinity for the gardens, eagerly taking her hand when offered and giving a hearty shake in return. "Lucas Claes." He responded, positively tickled that she didn't know him already. Maybe it was the static around her, charging the situation and keeping him on his toes, but she was instantly likeable, bumbling as she was in the dark. He had always gravitated to the well intentioned.

Taking a deep breath, Lucas straightened, shaking out his shoulders as if to relieve some of the sparks that snaked through his skin, smile back in place.

“Did you just bury a body?”

The freckled man snorted, bowing his head and looking to the shovel as if seeing it for the first time. He so often carried it around for convenience that half the time it felt like an extension of his arm. Shifting it as if testing the weight, he looked back to the dark haired girl, pleased to hear her laugh, though unable to figure out why.
"Not nearly as sinister as y'like, I just finished digging out the old stump out behind the fields. Three day project. Tomorrow I get to be the lucky lad who cuts it to pieces." He huffed, digging the blade of the shovel into the soil and leaning his crossed arms on the shaft. Now grinning widely, he nodded at the nearest bare bed of flowers creeping against the side of the campus buildings. "Bit late in the year to be admiring the gardens though. All our cold stock is up in the greenhouses."

He paused, debating whether or not he was being too intrusive to her nighttime wanderings. At the same time, he didn't quite fancy the idea of letting her roam alone. From seemingly nowhere he produced a key on a little metal band, holding it up. "I can show you, if you'd like." The greenhouses were normally closed at this hour- at this time of year even- but of course he had access.

[SURA ♥ KING]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] It must have been an odd picture, the two of them. Here they were out in the middle of the courtyards, standing in front of cupid's fountain hiding their smiles and stifling their laughter. Perhaps the rumors about the fountain's magic powers were true after all. It almost tempted Sura to snatch a button from his clothes and toss it in for safe measure, but she absolutely sure if she did something that outrageous he'd be running for the hills, shovel and all. With a hard purse of her lips she stifled a laugh. It was hard not to laugh at herself. Sura by nature was silly, shy and odd. She often had these ridiculous thoughts running through her mind which ended in her laughing quietly to herself. She was sure it was something that weirded people out and so she avoided them, stayed to her own because she felt her quirkiness wasn't accepted by society. Her family blamed it on the rejection of her town when she was younger, but Sura forgave the hunters and the people who had wanted her skin. She was different after all. "Nice to meet you..." Her soft voice trailed off as he gave her hand a shake. Sura couldn't help, but emit a small trickle of electricity as a surge went through her own limbs lighting her senses aflame. It was then she got a good look at him. There was no way he could be normal. He wasn't plain like her. There was something about him that was just magnetic. It was bright, warm and almost electric. The freckles across his face and skin were charming, like they were all systematically placed to add to the portrait of his perfection. It was only after a moment that Sura realized she was staring and she shut her eyes sharply before turning her head, like someone had sprayed water in her face. She unscrunched her face slowly as she brought her eyes back to him. Moment like this made Sura cringe in her worst nightmares. She wasn't smooth or charming like the other girls. If Sura tried to be elegant or coy, she was sure she'd trip over her dress and smack herself in the face with her own fan. She just wasn't that type of girl, but luckily in the situation he laughed, or sort of, but he found good humor in what she said and with a deep breath Sura relaxed. "That... sounds like fun?" She smiled, trying to imagine him.. him of all people doing some kind of hard work. It was curious for someone so... entrancing. "You had me worried there for a second... You look pretty sketchy just walking around at night with a shovel... Just saying." With a shake of her head Sura allowed the teasing comment, chuckling a bit as she went. As the shovel embedded itself in the dirt, Sura nodded her head with a slightly sad acknowledgement. "I love the gardens and I try to see as much of them as I can before the winter sets in." She squatted down to touch a petal on one of the flowers tentatively. It was soft and inviting, as if it had waited all day for her to lay down her admiration. "I like the greenhouse during the winter, but it sucks that I can only see it during the day when I have classes." After the full of effect of the remaining flowers took hold of her and drawn out the love she could provide them for the day, she looked back up at Lucas. From that angle she watched as he pulled out a key Unable to stop it, a bright smile crept across her lips. "Really?" She was beaming, full of excitement that she would get to see the greenhouses at night for the very first time. "Are we allowed to?..." With ease she stood up and straightened out her dress before shaking her head. "That was a dumb question, lead the way Mr. Claes" With that Sura, hesitant at first, stuck out a slightly quivering hand ready for something, anything more than her usual adventure. outfit | lucas | finished this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[LUCAS ♥ CLAES]

They seemed to be thinking in a similar vein without knowing it, each sizing up the other and apparently liking what they saw. As she loosened her grip after their shake, it was difficult to miss the shiver of the current emanating from the girl, but then again, he too always seemingly gave off a certain aura, albeit a muted one. That was one thing that he couldn't choose to turn off as an angel, but it irked him the least, being an often inconsequential side effect.

He found Sura's self consciousness rather endearing, smiling automatically when words seemed to fail her and she dropped her gaze, too shy to carry on. This sort of honesty displayed in all her features led him to imagine a strength of spirit in her that he admired- she was afraid, but not afraid to be herself, if that made any sense. Besides, she could have easily have told him to get lost (which was silly, because he too lived here and had seniority) or brushed off his greetings, but instead responded with gentle teasing. He grinned, pleased to find she had a sense of humor, and taking no offense in her initial impression of him. He just didn't have it in him to be easily disturbed, and could see she meant well.

When Sura straightened from her inspection of the flowerbeds, Lucas rocked back on his heels, still smiling amiably as he rolled up his sleeves out of habit. He nearly snickered when she looked surprised, asking if it would be okay to go into the greenhouses. He shook the keys again so that they jingled.
"Not to worry, it would be a shame to have someone miss the gardens for a little thing like deadlines." He picked up the shovel and was about to move off when she stuck out her hand. Without missing a beat he switched the shovel to the other hand, extending his own free one to her and gently taking her soft hand. He was a quiet, gentle sort, not nearly as charismatic as his older brother Mathis who also resided on campus, but he certainly wasn't shy, at least not in the way Sura appeared to be. With that he led the way down to path past the fountain, oddly comfortable with a light grip on her soft palm against his rougher one, forgetting for an instant that he would have ordinarily insisted that she do away with the formal names.

He walked mostly in silence to the greenhouses, enjoying the brisk coolness and the crickets that had somehow lasted this long in to autumn. He got the impression that she might prefer to not have him gawking at her along the way, so instead he admired the remaining greenery, pointing out to her little bits of the campus in his care that still flourished. It wasn't until they had reached the greenhouses that he dropped her hand to jam the key in to the lock, pressing his palm up against the door to unstick the temperamental old thing. To insure the plants didn't frost in the cool nights the school had heat lamps strung along the upper spine of the building, bathing little furled leaves and struggling buds in a pale lavender glow that instantly warmed the glass house but would be unnecessary in the morning- this was a side of the operations behind the school that often seemed inconsequential. Lucas strode away from Sura, stopping at the switchboard for the lights, brows raised as he pointed to a switch, unsure if she wished to simply wander about inside by the soft glow, or take advantage for photos in the full lighting that was equipped to the house. "Need a little light?"

[SURA ♥ KING]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] It wasn’t long before he took her hand in his and led the way. Surprisingly Sura felt calm lacking the edge of nerves she had worn moments ago. Instead she marveled at the fit of their hands, despite the difference between them. She didn’t know much about Lucas yet, but she did know that he experience more work toiling in the gardens than she had experienced in her entire life. She was a sheltered girl, with a family that doted on her every second of the day. When she was chased from her home by angry neighbors, she came to live at St. Gabriel where she spent most of her time writing, painting or reading. It was a simple story told by the tenderness of her hands and the newborn texture of her skin. Much like the story she was reading from his hands, which were gentle, warm, but rough with wear. Regardless she liked the feel of it and the way her hand fit in his. As he dropped her hand, Sura awoke from her daze. She had glanced up at him often during the walk, listening attentively to the picture he painted of the campus. It was fascinating how different the world looked through another person’s eyes and much like the books Sura often read, she had a feeling she wouldn’t want to put Lucas down. As the door swung open, Sura’s eyes went wide with excitement. There in the dim glow was an array of different plants growing, budding and smiling in the warmth of its temporary hold. Before she could lose herself in their secrets and photograph their unique portraits, Lucas made a go for the lights. She paused in her steps nibbling lightly at her bottom lip as she contemplated how the light would affect her work. The magic in Sura’s photography had often been the way she manipulated the light that created unique and almost irreproducible results. It was a secret she had never shown anyone and one that marked her as something different. Her hands toyed softly with the camera, but as she thought of the texture of his hands and the honesty in his character, Sura shook her head softly. Tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear, Sura smiled and exhaled nervously. “Actually I’ve already got some…” Hesitantly she turned a little so that Lucas could see her fully and with a cute “magician” like gesture of her hands she produced a little bolt of electricity that glowed between her palms. It glowed and grew until it was a ball of light in her hands occasionally crackling with the static it absorbed. Sura took a few steps forward, but unaccustomed to heels she tripped over her own feet and stumbled dropping the ball as she tried to regain her balance. The electrical sphere disappeared into the dim light and Sura found herself chuckling at her own clumsiness. Pursing her lips to stifle the laughter and embarrassment, she shrugged her shoulders letting a small, half-hearted smile play at her lips. When it came to showcasing a portion of her powers, Sura was taking a great risk. These were dangerous times, but for some bizarre reason she felt safe with Lucas. “I.. I know I’m a little weird, that was a little weird… I probably shouldn’t have shown you that…” The words poured from her lips as she continuously shook her head, stumbling over the word vomit as she went. All the while the memories of torment from her hometown flashed through her mind. It was often what kept her from other people. Since the day she was born Sura loved people. No matter what flaws or odd characteristics a person carried, she wanted to explore the world with them. So when she had lost friends because they were scared of her, adults rejected her and no one wanted to be around her, Sura’s world fell apart and she was devastated. “I’m like a walking, talking lightbulb... sort of” Another nervous giggle left her lips as she paused trying to think of the right word. Storm always seemed so harsh to Sura. In fact, it was the furthest thing from who she was. While she could create devastating storms, destruction was the last thing she could even live with. As the heat rose in her cheeks and ears, Sura began to regret that she donned a jacket. Subconsciously she drew in a small breeze that swirled in the room and tickled strands of her hair moving them in the same motion as some of the swaying plant leaves. “I’m different.” The words dropped like a weight she had been carrying. With them, her head followed and she stared at her fingers as she fidgeted with them. “I don’t spend a lot of time with other people…” The words flew from her lips in admittance as she looked towards her feet. It was true. Sura loved the company of other people, she had since she was little, but the fear of rejection kept her locked away in her fantasy world filled with animals, flowers and books. There she could dwell happily in the light and company of her stories and occasionally her loving cousins Henry and Ross. Unfortunately, that kind of existence got lonely from time to time. “I.. uh… I like the gardens, because they aren’t scared of me and they don’t make me nervous… “ A full and amused smiled crossed her lips at the light hearted admittance. It was an uncontrollable action that she couldn’t quite explain, but she was sure had something to do with Lucas’s presence. outfit | lucas | finished this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[LUCAS ♥ CLAES]

Lucas nodded understandingly when she at first refused the additional lights, thinking she wanted to get the full effect of the greenhouse at night anyway. Yet he hung back as she bent near the plants, watching with interest as she explained that she already had some. At first the statement didn't register with him, didn't synch up to what he'd surmised about her earlier. He leaned slightly to be able to see her hands, only realizing what was happening when the light began to grow through her fingers. His smile grew along with it, but the drop took him by surprise. He made an involuntary movement to catch it before he came to his senses and it dissolved, straightening up but joining her back at the long raised platform that supported the plants.

“I.. I know I’m a little weird, that was a little weird… I probably shouldn’t have shown you that…”


He didn't initially recognize the hurdle she had to personally overcome, having shown him any sort of display of power- in fact, the only thing that currently disturbed him was that she felt had done something wrong by being herself. It wasn't that Lucas was unaware of the threat of the Holy Cross, he simply often overlooked their power, having had no direct confrontation with the group- though they were the reason he had come to St. Gabriel in the first place. His expression turned sympathetic as he slowly walked around the nearest trough, stopping on the opposite side of Sura and watching her struggle with her words. A light breeze tickled his face and he looked down to see the gentle wind stir the inhabitants of the green house. This allowed him to at least miss her blush, unknowingly giving her some privacy while he contemplated how to go about restoring her earlier attitude. He didn't want her to feel scared at the school- though caution was always advisable- he wanted someone to know that he too had come to St. Gabriel with fears, but had found a safe haven instead. She was jumpy, like he had half-way earned her trust. This assumption was only cemented when she admitted to not having many people in her life, worried that she was different, finding solace only in the plants.

"Well that's a relief," He started, smiling down, face screwing up for a moment in focus. He tried to concentrate on an exhibition of his own, but aerokinesis evaded him at the moment. He'd never been very good, and in terms of powers it wasn't something he felt particularly bound to perfect. Mathis had always been much better, but then again his older brother had always had a taste for the dramatic. Lucas was far more understated. With a muted sigh, he glanced back up, shaking off his pause as if nothing had happened. "Being normal's no good anyway. We strange folk have got to stick together." He tipped his head, bracing both hands on the trough and staring back at her with a grin. "But you'll have to take my word for it I guess, I'm pretty odd myself."

Feeling rather oddly fidgety, Lucas straightened, backing into the next trough behind him so he could sit on it, crossing his arms and observing Sura, giving her space so she could take photos if she felt the need. He thought the best course of action would be to underplay her status as an elemental, even though he was impressed by her ability to conjure electricity and light. At the same time he didn't want her to feel alienated just because he wasn't putting up his own display. "I'd show you, but I don't want to make a mess." He could feel a blush of his own creeping up his neck, but it was only nerves, as he didn't ordinarily share this information. He made an awkward flapping motion with his arms, miming wings, before giving her a wink, crossing his arms once more, cooly reverting to his usual unruffled self.

For several moments he let the silence rest, clearly unperturbed, before resettling and glancing back to her. "How are you liking St. Gabriel?" He asked abruptly, face open and kind. He felt it was a fairly innocent question, not demanding she divulge secrets or personal stories per se. It would give him a good read of who she was however; he could only guess what year she was in, though he suspected he was several years her senior. Not that it mattered, he swiftly reminded himself.

[SURA ♥ KING]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] It was always difficult being different. Sura had grown to love her powers and who she was, but every day that she lived in exile was another day people admittedly didn’t love her. It was the sense of rejection that hurt the most. That no matter what she did, there was nothing to appease them. They were right. Sura was dangerous and she had almost hurt innocent people. Perhaps that was it. It was that simple fact that ate away at her insides and burned her conscience. She blinked the thoughts away and picked up her camera fiddling with it between her fingers as his words settled in. With a deep breath she nodded slowly, oddly relieved by his acceptance. “I guess you’re right…” She wrinkled her nose a bit before laughing. “The word of a man who wanders around at night with a shovel denying burying any bodies… sounds safe.” A sense of peace settled in over her head as she relaxed back into the easy conversation they had moments earlier. Her laughter, like tinkling bells, followed the teasing comment and brightened up the corners of her mouth and eyes. It wasn’t long before she realized she was staring at him, admiring his honest face and charming demeanor. With a blush she redirected her attention to her coat fiddling with the buttons. “Do you mind? It’s… It’s a little warm.” Lithe fingers worked at freeing the buttons before sliding the cream colored coat off her body. She was clad in a same colored dress which had long sleeves, but was significantly cooler than the coat. She laid it off to the side, careful to leave it in a place she’d remember to grab on her way out. Before her slight frame had straightened out, her eyes caught the perfect shot of a row of green. The air around them stirred slightly as a mist formed above the row. She angled the camera and focused the lense and when everything had fallen into place she pressed the capture and released a bolt of light through the mist. A small crackle rung through the silence as the room illuminated and glowed for a split second giving the plants an eerie glow. As the picture appeared on the playback screen, a deep satisfaction stretched her lips. There was nothing more exciting than capturing life in a picture. The split second, the single moment immortalized to be shared with others. Sura’s world was beautiful and she wanted to remember this encounter with all the fondness of her heart. She lifted her head, peeking through the stems and leaves with a cute wariness. Hopefully she hadn’t startled him with the sudden burst, but something told her he was enjoying her company as much as she was enjoying his. Her olive green eyes traced over him curiously as he made the motions and she straightened out. Pale hands moved to smooth her dress as she stifled a laugh, pursing her lips together. The camera again was in her hands as she brought it up to her face and this time using the electricity within the flash, she softened the illumination so that it showered him. There on the screen was his unsuspecting figure, in a natural pose, caught relaxing. “Sorry. I hope you don’t mind.” The photo was a bit of an indulgence, a memory she didn’t want to forget. If at all they never ran into one another after tonight, at least she would have this. There was a pause, a silence as she tried to piece two and two together. Unlikely a wear… chicken shifter… Sura mentally slapped herself for that one. Then it hit her. “You’re an Angel…” It was soft, almost like a whisper when it parted her lips. Yet as the words came and went, it only seemed right that he was an Angel. “Of course you are…” She mused, shaking her head in disbelief. “You were already… perfect. So of course naturally…” Suddenly the horror set in as the words slipped her lips. Without warning she turned sharply so that her face was out of view and went through the motions as if she were going to capture another photo. The reality however was staunchly different. The young elemental was biting her lip and scrunching her face in terror. It was, after all, in Sura’s nature to think aloud and realize her words only after she spoke them. Wanting more to die in a corner, never to be found again, Sura simply ran over her words hoping he wouldn’t notice. Set ablaze by her own embarrassment, her skin prickled with heat and a deep blush set underneath her pale skin. It spread like pomegranate juice on snow and contrasted greatly with the cream of her dress. Quickly, she diverted attention and spoke again, noting that her voice was quivering and betraying her. “I love it.” Still she went on, blurting the words out. “I… I always have. I’ve been here a lot longer than most people.” She turned back around and backed up slowly clumsily bumping into a trough. Even then, she played it off as if she knew it was there and sat down crossing her ankles one over the other. “My uh… My cousin is a eh.. Guidance Counselor here. When he was a student, Henry… Henry kind of petitioned for me to come here.” Extending her arms, Sura turned her palms up towards the starry sky. Her eyes traced over the myriad of speckles scars across her arms. Like stars themselves they glittered palely in the dim light. “I was only about seven when it happened.” Immediately her eyes lowered, indicating the power of the memory. “My classmates had ganged together with one of the girls who didn’t like me. They kept calling me a freak, unwanted and they pushed me around until I lost control of my emotions.” Carefully she drew her arms back in towards herself, cradling her body in the safety of her own arms. “I was just trying to protect myself… But I lost control of my storm and it almost destroyed my hometown. People were afraid of me and threatened to burn our house down, if I didn’t leave. So my cousin took me in and I’ve lived here ever since.” A nervous smile broke her solemn look and she shook her head. “I don’t regret it… almost 12 years since that day, 19 and a freshman in college… still loving life and hoping those people will forgive me.” It was beautiful to some, how happy Sura was, but it was even more of a miracle that she never hated the people who exiled her. She embraced them and in this moment she wanted to be sure Lucas knew that it was never a sad thing for her, it was just something she had to live with and something she tried not to alter her usual happy demeanor. “What about you? Have you always had a touch for the greenery?” outfit | lucas | finished this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

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Lucky for Lucas his own preoccupation was a good excuse for not standing around staring at Sura as she removed her jacket. Although he'd never been the type of guy to ogle, he couldn't deny that she looked lovely in the light, dark hair falling on thin shoulders, pale eyes framed by thick lashes. Thoughts wandering to somewhere he didn't feel quite right in going made him switch his focus to Sura's photography, trying to visualize what she was seeing through the lens. Each burst of light wasn't entirely unexpected, but he didn't think she'd really notice if he flinched or something. He wasn't bothered by her ability, only slightly startled when she turned her camera on him. He'd have given his consent regardless, but had no time to react, which he assumed was for the best. No one would want a photo of him squinting, nose wrinkled and lips pursed. After the flash he ducked his head with a chuckle, both pleased and uncertain at being the focal point. He only raised his gaze when she expressed surprise at his status as an angel. Of course.

“You were already… perfect. So of course naturally…”

His brows shot up, way up, and he had to press his lips firmly together to stop himself from uttering a laugh of disbelief. As a precaution he forced a cough, still stifling a cheesy grin, instinctively turning his face from her when she ducked away to take more photos. Well, that was certainly unexpected, he thought, struggling to think of a way that he could come off as grateful rather than creepy, and reciprocate.

He looked up when she resumed answering his earlier question, hopping down from the trough himself as she sat there opposite him. He was about to respond to her having said she loved the place, until she mentioned Henry. He hadn't been particularly close with the man, but being staff, and having a sibling in what was more of less faculty meant that Lucas had a fairly decent idea of Henry as a person, beyond short conversations. He nodded along, happy that at least Sura seemed to have overcome her embarrassment, though he was certainly flattered.

As Sura looked to the sky, Lucas slowly walked to the end of the trough, trailing his hands over a few empty potting spaces. He didn't want to interrupt her when she seemed so pensive, as her voice had taken on a more somber quietly. His smile slowly faded to understanding interest as she explained her reason for coming to St. Gabriel. He quietly made his way down the far end of the greenhouse, coming back so that he was on her side of the room. When she finished her tale he was standing little more than a foot away, frowning sympathetically.
"No one should hold you accountable for that. Not when they were just begging for trouble." He said softly, shaking his head. It gnawed at him that he could offer no more intimate consolation in his own stories. When she asked for his thoughts on the school he simply smiled regretfully, giving a shrug and leaning back on his heels. "Not much to tell really. Came here when I was heading in to high school, mostly because the world's not exactly safe for people like us," He winked again, giving a chuckle to try and lighten the mood. "I guess it seemed better at the time to get a jump on exclusion from those uninitiated. I came here with my brother actually. Mr. Claes in the library, actually." He tossed his head in the direction of the school, rolling his eyes. He was sure she would have encountered his brother at some point. Except for the hair, lanky look, and general angelic air, the similarities tapered away. Mathis was the extrovert with a flair for the dramatic. Lucas couldn't be bothered to be so boisterous. Company such as Sura's was more his style. Speaking of...

He fell quiet again, studying her for a moment. He frowned as if very seriously contemplating her, corners of his mouth twitching up. "I don't know how you ever made an enemies in the first place Sura," He realized with a little jolt he had not said her name out loud until now. He liked that. "You're far too lovely to to stir up such trouble." He raised his brows; he'd get her back for her slip earlier with compliments of his own, it seemed only fair. Plus, it was difficult to deny to desire to want to dote on this girl- there was something about her just right.
"But I guess I'll have to wait and see this formidable power for myself some day, hm?" He didn't want her to feel as if he was devaluing her plight- he really just wanted to assure her that he thought no less of her for the past. Not every student that came through the school had the benefit of training beforehand. "I'm sure you can do great things, without it needing to be defensive.." He thought of the earlier, faint charge he had felt emanating from her when they held hands, and mentally shoo'ed himself away wondering what other contact would elicit responses. Clearing his throat, he put his hands in his pockets, nonchalantly wandering down to the end of the greenhouse they had not yet visited.

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] It was a strange and new thing to be alone with a man in a greenhouse during the dead of night. While some may have guarded themselves carefully in case the gardener lost his mind and bludgeoned them with a shovel…. Sura paused mid thought almost physically shaking her head at such a ridiculous thing. Her imagination surely took the best of her at times. She was positive that he was harmless and something much of a sweetheart as she was, which made this encounter all the more strange. Sura had never met anyone quite like herself. With a sheltered life, loving family, but adverse circumstances she turned out sweeter than sugar and with love to make up for everyone who despised her. Most people she had encountered tended to leave her behind unless they needed a heart to heart or wanted a moment of peace from their partying. It wasn’t at all her character to be rambunctious or completely out of her mind drunk on Saturday nights. Instead she was quiet, funny at times and preferred quiet afternoons watching movies or reading books. One could only imagine how excited she was and how entranced she was becoming. This was a moment she wanted to cherish because it was the first time since she came to St. Gabriel that she was able to be herself around someone else. There was no judgment here and that put her at ease, even as Lucas came closer to her. He was very right. To put the blame on a child was wrong in itself, to exile them and hunt them for things they didn’t understand was far more evil. Yet Sura understood something beyond her years as a child. People feared what they didn’t understand and because Supes had remained hidden for so long, their powers, while normal and checked by other forces of nature, were a frightful thing to humans without power. Before she could comment her head tossed up in curiosity. “I’m always in the library…” Her voice drifted off as she recalled the vast sections of books and the staff who she often greeted on the way in. There was one she often avoided because he seemed all too sociable for her, like the kind of guy who would make her feel embarrassed simply because he liked to talk and she had a hard time socializing at all. At least he wasn’t like the peeper. Some guy who hid between book cases and scared the living daylights out of passerbys just because it was funny. Sura hated that guy with a passion. “I’ve seen him a few times, head librarian right? He’s very helpful at chasing out the peeper, but I don’t really see the resemblance.” She allowed Lucas another giggle, but quickly stifled it at the sound of her name. There was a subtle crackle as static fluttered across her fingertips. She pulled them quickly away from the folds of her dress hoping it didn’t catch fire. That would have been thoroughly embarrassing. Especially if she had to explain third degree burns, from a flaming dress from talking to the gardener alone in the greenhouse... All of that simply sounded dirty and to have to explain that to the head nurse would have killed Sura with embarrassment. She swore that if this was going to be a constant occurrence with the two of them she was going to have to start wearing fire retardant clothing. “Well Lucas…” An uncontrollable smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she tested out his name, feeling a delightful flutter in her chest. Sura kept her eyes on his marveling at the color and lost in the softness of them. “From the looks of it… If I..” There pause, it was hesitant as the words caught in her throat. “If you keep saying such sweet things, I might end up burning the greenhouse down and that would definitely land me a trip to the headmaster’s office which in turn would suck a lot, because I don’t think I want… I don’t think I want this night to end.” As she stumbled over her words she let the admittance slip as he began to wander to the unexplored area of the greenhouse. It sent an unwanted shiver up her spine as she worried she may have admitted too much. There you go again Sura with your word vomit, her conscience did a mental eye roll as it swatted her with a newspaper. Unable to sit still Sura took to her feet and followed tentatively behind him. Too close and it would be weird, too far away and she would seem uninterested. It almost felt like she was going to explode with the awkwardness she was feeling. Rather than look like a spaz, she took to her camera again deciding to photograph the new arrangement of plants. Carefully she summoned the natural particles of electricity and static in the air and formed little balls that floated in the air above them. With a flash she captured the phenomenon , which on camera looked like normal lights strung up for décor. She sent them away letting them dissipate into the air as she kept behind his steps glancing occasionally at his figure. “I always thought I should move to Africa.” She broke the silence unable to let it sit for any longer. “There’s a lot to photograph, the animals are beautiful and I figure whenever there’s a drought I could bring in a storm and save the day.” Sura was a character. Her innocent demeanor and idealistic dreams made anyone feel like the world was full of good. "I figure then people will see that not all storms are bad. Plus I like the rain, it makes for good movie scenes and fun running weather." She bit nervously at the bottom of her lip still dreading the words that left her mouth a minute before. Still she kept walking letting her thoughts drift to the rainy scene in the Notebook where the incredible downpour obviously led to the romantic kissing scene. She blushed wondering momentarily what it would feel like to kiss him. It would be something tender, perfect and... She tossed the thought aside feeling silly that she was even thinking it. As her thoughts drifted back over him Sura started to wonder if there was any woman in his life. For Sura single was always her thing. She was afraid of rejection and the thought of being flirtatious terrified her. Still it was in a girl’s nature to dream about Prince Charmings and wish to be whisked off her feet, but those were just fairytales. It seemed like a fairytale now, meeting someone as charming and sweet as Lucas. He was quiet, kind and funny. She wouldn’t be surprised if he already had someone to dote on. Though as she followed behind him, tracing over the outline of his shoulders and arms she slightly wished he didn’t. That in some twist of fate he had been tucked away like she was. A small smile spread across her lips at the thought of what it would feel like to be wrapped in his arms at the end of a stressful day and without noticing she hit the capture on her camera and sent the flash right into her own face. She squealed in shock before catching herself as she almost toppled over. With a mental kick to her posterior she straightened out, coughing as if nothing had happened. outfit | lucas | finished this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

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He kind of liked that she fidgeted at the compliment as he tossed a look over his shoulder. He gave an indulgent smile.
"If you burned this place down, think of the poor little plants that never got their chance to go out in the real world." He feigned sorrow, shaking his head sadly at her as he stopped at the end of the greenhouse.

"... I don’t think I want this night to end.”

It would be so so easy to reciprocate with something cheesy. Honestly, it suddenly made sense why it was so played out in movies, because if he spoke his mind he was sure to sound like some rehearsed jerk spewing lines from a romance novel, when all he wanted to communicate was neither do I. Aside from all that, the issue remained that he couldn't quite figure what was so intriguing about her. He could give her all the compliments in the world yet still wondered why she caused such a strong reaction in him. And according to her, she felt it too. He supposed he took some solace in that. After some thought he went with a cool "I'm in no rush," smiling back at her, hoping that didn't come off as sinister.

While he wandered, he offered few interjections, only settling for noises of interest and a slightly surprised 'Africa!' as she elaborated, subsiding in to understanding nods when she explained the reasoning. It made sense that she was the selfless type, he thought with an internal grin.

"Plus I like the rain, it makes for good movie scenes and fun running weather."

He didn't think it was too much of a blow to his masculinity to admit that his thoughts strayed in the same fashion when she mentioned it. When he glanced over his shoulder she was blushing again, and he was for once glad that he got enough sun to often leave his own skin with a flushed colour, making any heat rising rather less noticeable.

He had just bent to pluck a dead bud from the end of a hyacinth when the light flashed behind him. He thought nothing of it until it was accompanied by her startled squeal and he spun to find her fumbling her camera. There was little reaction time, but when she straightened with a cough he gave an exhausted laugh, bracing his hands on her upper arms without thinking.
"Alright there?" He asked playfully, knowing she probably only suffered from surprise. Unlike in the movies, it didn't immediately register what he was doing, there was no startling moment of ohmy god, I'm practically holding this gorgeous girl. The feeling came on rather slowly, but not unpleasantly, at their closeness, and he didn't immediately step back. When he eventually did, letting his hands slip from her arms with an easy, if muted laugh, he cocked a brow. "Any chance you could conjure up a storm?" He teased, thinking again of cheesy rainy kisses. And why shouldn't he, he wondered; they were adults, there was nothing that said he couldn't be a gentleman and still flirt as well. He was quiet and kind, but still very much human; this was not his first encounter with the opposite gender, though he had to admit Sura held a quality of being almost untouchable in that she appeared so pure.

All this considered, he had to admit it was fairly perfect conditions. Low lighting and soft voices between people that barely knew one another but stood close. Somehow he felt she understood. Understood something at least- kindred spirits. Maybe it was more romantic to say it was heat of the moment, but Lucas somehow doubted that it was worse to admit that the act was premeditated. He lifted her hands to her, closing the gap with a step and gently pressing his lips to hers, just enough to satisfy his curiosity, because he knew that from the minute he'd met her he would have done so eventually.

ooc; ohmygod that was incredibly cheesy I'm so sorry.

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] One could always count on Sura being clumsy. Adorable as she was, she was a walking talking accident just waiting to happen. It was a great surprise that the poor girl survived most of her life. In fact, there was a menagerie of memories that portrayed the brunette splayed out on the ground after a nasty fall or covered in paint after stumbling over her own feet. While it was peculiar it was certainly a signature of hers. Rather than fighting it she accepted it as a part of her personality and unfortunately her genetic makeup. However, there was not once in her lifetime that she ever felt blessed that she was clumsy. Up until now that is. In that very instant the world seemed to move in slow motion. The fiery array of leaves snapped slowly off the trees which shed them and fell infinitesimally to sprinkle themselves all over the top of the glass greenhouse. The chocolate locks of hair danced quietly across their petite owner’s shoulder as she caught herself in the stumble. As the deep olive green of her eyes glanced up through her lashes, Sura was faintly aware of the sound of her heartbeat slow at first then speeding up as the warm tips of Lucas’s fingers grazed her arms. There was no spark of electricity, save for the shiver of current that traveled up and down her spine tickling her stomach and causing her breath to catch in her chest. Luckily the fabric of her dress had saved him the unpleasant shock and instead allowed him, for that moment, to hold her and for her to enjoy it. “Yeah.. I am now.” She whispered, shaking her head trying not to laugh herself. If Sura were any braver like the character in her books she would have said more than the cheesy line. Her hands would have gripped the side of his face and pulled him into some dramatic first kiss, but the nightmare of what would happen if her clumsiness had gotten in the way kept her in place, still shocked and numbed by the fact that was he was holding her. Before she could get a grip on what to do next the warmth of his hands became only a remnant as he let her go and she couldn't help the frown that ensued. He’s not in a rush, she admonished herself and let a half-smile slip onto her lips. The eagerness was new and different from the kind of baby crushes she had experienced in the past. There was something about him that drew her in and made her feel brave and at home. She spent a moment gauging the size of the greenhouse and how careful she would have to be with her power display to ensure that the ‘poor little plants’ would see the real world someday. For a moment she forgot about the rainy notebook kisses and the cliché movie scene. The comment flew over her head and she missed the entire point complete, thinking that he literally just wanted to see her in her element. Before she could come to the conclusion, however, that he meant otherwise, he reached out towards her breaking the personal distance they had kept all night and before she could even blink his lips were against hers. A harmless current glittered on her skin, hopping between them as she closed her eyes. She lost herself in the moment pressing her lips lightly against his to return the kiss as a thin veil of clouds began to form above them. Slowly the clouds began to thicken and condense. The plants were livelier, their leaves curling slightly upward as if excited for what was about to transpire. Of course, Sura was blissfully unaware that her powers were wreaking havoc again and as she opened her eyes, pulling only ever so slightly away from him, a droplet from the artificial sky dropped onto her cheek causing her to flinch. Giving him a small signal to wait, Sura removed the camera from around her neck and placed it a small distance away for safety. With a breathless laugh she returned to stand only about a foot away from Lucas. She smiled widely and the rain began pouring down at a moderate pace and surrounding only a small circumference around them. It was warm and soaked quickly into the fabric of their clothing, but she twirled in the rain feeling the full force of the fuzziness and warmth setting in. She scrunched her face at wet feel of her hair against her neck, but quickly recovered as an idea hit her mind. Brave Sura, be brave, she thought as she again extended her hand to him, mimicking her first brave action. “This is going to sound weird, but… Do you want to dance?” Strange as the request was, it was sincere, silly and a window into more of Sura’s bright personality. Sure there was no music, but for the Sura the pitter patter of rain was just enough to sooth her into a slow step. So it was with extended hand that she hoped he would take it and break the distance that kept them apart. After the first kiss, Sura wasn't so sure her life would be quite the same after that. It seemed impossible to go back to the same routine of viewing the gardens and not think of the gardener’s hands who planted them. With a dance in the rain the two of them could get rid of all the cheesy stereotypes right then and there. Sure it was silly, but they could have their Hollywood moment, slow dancing without any music in the rain. Strangely enough it wasn't the Hollywood she was after. Sura simply wanted the chance to bring herself a little closer once more and she was sure, very sure now that Lucas felt exactly the same way. Either way she was sure in the sprinkle of this rain they would find laughter in joy in anything they did, but Sura would start it by being silly old Sura and requesting a dance. outfit | lucas | no worries, I just added some extra cheesiness to it this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

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Things were escalating quickly. When they broke apart Lucas looked to the false sky, rain dappling his cheeks, laughing at the sheer ridiculousness. What a pair.

“This is going to sound weird, but… Do you want to dance?”

He chuckled, brows raised. He supposed if they were going to get cheesy, they might as well go whole-hog. Still, he was up for it without question, caught up in the moment. His eyes descended to her extended hand, and her carefully took it in one of his own, wrapping his free arm around her waist and slowly drawing her in. He gently began to turn in a slow circle, grinning incredulously.
"Sorry if I'm a little late, but how exactly did this happen?" He asked jokingly, cocking a brow. "Seems like only yesterday we met- today." Another low chuckle, as he expanded their pattern, dancing her as much around the room as he could without knocking in to the lines of potted plants on their platforms. He was by no means an expert, but anyone who'd attended school dances as a kid knew how to hold a partner, and a few shuffling steps. He kept time in his head, gently rocking and swaying in the light indoor drizzle. If he noticed that the shoulders of his shirt were getting wet, he didn't seem to care, letting go of her hand to push hair back from her face, going in for another kiss, this one a little more tender, a little more drawn out, a little more intimate with the two of them snuggled close among his arms. It felt completely right.

He let this go on interrupted for quite some time. Kiss, dance Dance, kiss. Never too long of one or the other. His pace slowed his mouth was near her ear, hand still resting on her back like an embrace. "Where does that leave us?" He asked softly, coming to an easy halt. He didn't want to scare her off, but that seemed to be a slim chance in the wake of what had transpired. "Do I get to see you again?"

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Slow motion and yet everything happened so quickly. If someone had asked her what exactly occurred this night, she would explode with silence. Silence simply because there were no words to explain such a perfect night. One moment it was an adventure to find the perfect photos of the mysterious lamplights that lines the campus grounds. The next moment was spent meeting a complete stranger, dancing beneath artificial and kissing him as if each was the first kiss. Hand intertwined with his she followed his steps careful not to trip over her own feet. It was one thing to be soaked in rain and dancing, let alone kissing someone she just met, but it was another to do all those things and be covered in mud and dirt if she toppled into the poor unknowing plants. Breathless and still close to him she whispered only centimeters from his lips the answer. “I told you, I became trouble when I met you…” She laughed for a moment knowing she’d have to expand on the cryptic words. “You made me spark and it set a flame…. You do know we’re going to have to do this all over again right? I haven’t gotten all the photos I wanted….” It was simple, a silly excuse, but any excuse to see him again. Already the thoughts were rippling through her mind. An official date of sorts, perhaps a picnic or maybe to the amusement park that was famous for its Ferris wheel ride. The future seemed so bright in that moment and as they shared such a tender embrace Sura melted into his voice. No fear tickled her heart. It felt right in his arms as if she were home and there was nothing more that she needed. Nuzzling her head into his chest she hummed unsure of how to answer. “That depends Lucas…” His name rolled off her tongue as she savored the sound again. It was doubtful that she would get ill of that sound. “Do you want to see me again?” Laying a careful and tender kiss on his chest she rested her head against him feeling the slow and steady sway like a lullaby. “I would love to see you again…” A full pause interrupted her sentence as the rain dissipated and gave way to a warm fog that glowed in the low light. “and again… and again.. and again…” An uncontrollable smile followed the words as she closed her eyes. It was her playful way of signifying that she would be his if he wanted her to, but as she felt the warmth of his chest against her cheeks and felt the light pulse of his heart even if he didn’t, she had this moment and this moment was all she needed. outfit | open | finished this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !