#vcnille

     “oh -- hey! don’t move!” he makes this sound more dramatic than it really is by telling her not to move, when really the blond is just trying to get a good picture. “the lighting is perfect right where you are!” 

“Can you stop clinging on my left arm? I can’t feel my pulse on my wrist anymore. Aren’t you excited just a moment ago, where’s that attitude know?”

“Can I help you?”

Noel looked at Vanille. Was she feeling sad ? “What happened, Vanille ?” Maybe if she talked to him about what happened, she would feel better.

@vcnille The man quietly gazed up at the sky from his position in the tree branch, one leg dangling and the other lifted up a bit, enough so that his elbow could rest on his knee. His other hand supported him on the branch, though balance wasn't quite an issue for him, given what he was. His dark eyes shaded red were concealed behind a black hood, dark strands of hair barely visible upon his pale face and the dim light of the moon. His attire was entirely black, boots that came up past his knees... However, the inside of his cloak was a dark red, just like his eyes, and loose strings held the collar of his shirt together, exposing a small section of pale skin. And as the minutes began turning into hours, he remained still and watched the stars, connecting the constellations with only his mind. It fascinated him how humans had created pictures with just dots; how they had crafted long and detailed stories that were all incredibly different from each other all based upon one simple star of a measly constellation. It was beyond incredible, thus why he enjoyed it so much. The sound of grass being stepped on caught his attention and his head slowly turned towards the noise, eyes narrowing in the darkness as he did his best to see who was coming his way. Remaining silent, he waited for the life form to reveal themselves.

Fang waved frantically.  “Dammmmnnnn.... hosh can she gets sho mush damn energy!”