SANTA TELL ME || open, fireflies

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    ▼ OPENING MY BOOK OF FACTS ▼

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 422px; height: auto; margin-left: -14px; padding-top: 7px;][justify][size=9pt]Her obsession with mufflers had started with the New Year Eve's party, with the red snowflake patterned muffler the stranger had given her which covered her neck, keeping her warm and actually looking good as a winter accessory. Thus, in the midst of the night when people were still awake, the blonde was wandering with the half of her head buried in the cream shaded silky muffler; apparently heading to the direction of the forest. The motive behind her night stroll was unknown, yet she assumed it was because she could not fall asleep alone very easily, and considering it would be inappropriate to ask for a friend if she could stay for the night for a soundless sleep, it was better to walk around till she fell tired and sleep was inevitable.


    Basically, it was her phobia to be left to the cold arms of loneliness, and she felt discomfort when the only sound was her own breathing. She sighed, warm breath of hers meeting with the cold weather and she lifted her chin to look at the stars. Outside seemed peaceful, especially when people were still around; but observing the crowd now, they were also heading for their places; less and less people remaining. This time the blonde shrugged; she wondered till when she would act like a little child, sooner or later she had to get used to it right? Why was she still uneasy? She huffed with dissatisfaction, wishing she had someone to talk to right that moment, but instead of someone, something — well it appeared it was they — emerged from the trees and lighted up the area with their spark, creating a dim light. The femme only stared at the creatures with awe; they were fireflies, a lot of them like Christmas decorations and the sight could not be described. She simply watched the dance of them, her tensed muscles ceased, and a small smile crept to her features.
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    ▲ DREAMING ON A CADILLAC ! ▲

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    [size=17pt]"WEEP LITTLE LION MAN"[/size]

    [size=8][color=#F8D498]except shishio totally wouldn't mind sleeping with her
    'sleeping' aha


    The male honestly should have been sleeping, but once again, he was drawn to go out late, instead of confining himself to his bed and forcefully telling himself that, without rest, injuries couldn't heal too well. Though, whatever he had, he didn't quite see as an injury. When you had been stabbed at least twice, and burned alive, in the past two weeks, nothing really struck oneself as an injury. He wouldn't fret over it, and instead, decided to draw himself outside.


    That's when he saw the illumination of several, delicate lights in the sky. No, not the fucking stars: they hovered, and shifted, and swung through the sky, darting around like little insects. And that was exactly what they were. At first, he had been slightly confused, taken to rub his eyes and squint at the flickering objects, but once his gaze could finally settle on a stilled twinkle, he could properly make out the tiny, breathing-being.


    "Bugs?" He'd blink, before he found his attention shifting towards a familiar figure: Shiraishi. The male decided that, if he weren't to sleep, he would go talk to the femme who seemed to easily attract him towards her, like a mere moth to a flame. A relaxed smirk would play his maw, briefly, until abug seated itself upon his nose, and he found himself blinking, a little taken by surprise at the dainty light, literally [I]right up in his face.

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    scorch - 16 moons - boneclan

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    [fancypost bgcolor=deepskyblue; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 390px; height: 245px; opacity: 0.40; color: black; font-family: batang;]"no shishio they're fireflies!" she said excitedly she sat down and waited she felt something land on her tail tip and she kept her tail still "like ten milion fireflies." she mutter-sang quietly hoping no one would hear it was quite peaceful though.[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=deepskyblue; bordercolor=transparent; overflow: auto; width: 390px; height: 30px; opacity: 0.40; color: black; font-family: batang;][/fancypost]
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    touch the sky

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px; width: 300px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆ [size=11px] The male wasn't interested in the fireflies at all. Sure, they were cute and lit up the night even more, but his attention was focused on something else. The beautiful celestial object that shone brighter than any star, completely captivating his gaze. The Moon. It took a while for him to pry his eyes off the object to greet his friends, and even then the male would simply offer the three a nod before sitting down and studying the Moon in the night sky.


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    [hr][size=1]A tiny giggle sounded from the male as he floated in with all of the fireflies, zooming in and out of them and basically matching them exactly with both size and glowing capabilities. The only thing that really distinguished the star from them all was that his glow was white, not gold, and that he wasn't a bug but a floating tiny pixie canine.


    Stars didn't sleep, and Xing had decided to go exploring. Before he could do that, however, it seemed a whole group of fireflies had joined him on his adventure, and he couldn't possibly leave his new friends!
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    [sub]☾"Light bugs," Guren commented, a fascinated look coming about his features, while bugs weren't generally his thing he'd never seen glowing ones before "Their kinda nice aren't they" Guren commented with a perhaps exaggerated flick of his coat.


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    As she strolled through the night the female was taking her time to think. To assess the situation and make plans for the future. To try her best to put all of this behind her but nightmares plagued her of when she or rather her body was force to consume Cullen and then kill Dorian. She even remembered the other foul dead she had done that no one else knew about. At the moment she didn't want them to know about it unless it came to light itself. Her gaze lifted up as she saw the fireflies and she stepped toward the group before tilting her head a bit. "We...could catch them in jars and then release them. It'll be fun."
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