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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Aug 3, 2021 21:29:25 GMT -5
As they walked, their was no clear sign of a trail, no indication of which way they should have been heading. Yet Anya didn't question it. Seth knew where he was going and if he didn't, well, then they could have fun getting lost for an hour or two. It didn't seem to bother her one way or another.
Eventually though, they seemed to have approached their destination. There was something about the place that felt off. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made it clear there was something else going on. She just wasn't sure what that was. "You're not going to push me into a pond, are you?" She asked, teasing.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Aug 3, 2021 21:37:59 GMT -5
Seth feigned offense. "I would never... push you. I might toss you, though." He grinned, then shook his head. "But no, not this time. Come." He tugged her forward, parted the willow fronds with his free hand, and led her in...
To a bubble of night.
All around them, within the shelter of the ring of willows, it was like they had been transported to a nighttime sky. Orbs floated around them like stars, some small and distant, others larger and radiant. The grass was gone, swallowed by gentle blackness, yet their feet were clearly still on solid ground; they just couldn't see it. And the canopy was a kaleidoscope of nighttime colors, with the occasional flash of an aurora borealis.
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