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Paring: Luka/Miku
"Meet me in the flower garden." She said, the wind blowing against her soft pale face and zipping through her long curly locks of red.
She was confused for a moment. "Why, Luka?"
Luka smiled down at the green haired girl in front of her. "You will see when you get there, my Queen."
Before Miku could respond, her red haired friend walked away from her back into the castle she in which she had come from.
"She's late…" Miku mumbled. She sat down in the flower bed. The flower were surrounding her and keeping her from view. This was her place of solitude, a place were she could gather her bearings and just think. She was kind of glad that Luka was running late.
She let out another sigh and fell back onto the ground under her, her white dress flaring out at her sides. The wind blew petals in wind above her and she closed her eyes, taking in the solitude that she never really got. Being a princess wasn't as great and wonderful as people like to believe. Sure was being waited on hand and foot and all the money you could only imagine of having, but people never left you alone. Men never stop asking for her hand in marriage.
"I do not want to marry. I just want someone to hold my hand and just be there for me." She thought as the wind blew against her face.
"What are you doing down there?" A voice called out, snapping her out of her thoughts. Miku opened her eyes and found Luka staring down at her, her hands were placed on her hips and her back was arched.
"Enjoying the quite and the sound of nature," She responded. "Care to join me?"
Luka smiled and sat down on flowers. "Sure," she said, rolling over on her side to face Miku. Her long red hair was flowing out behind her, blowing with the wind and the petals. She ran her fingers through Miku long green hair. "Enjoying yourself, princess?"
"Of course, you're here with me, Luka." She relied, smiling back at Luka. She took a deep breathe and closed her eyes again. She felt something press against her shoulder and soft hands lace themselves with hers. She returned the gesture.
They sat like that for a while before Luka decided to sit up. Miku opened her eyes, "Is there a problem, Luka."
Luka shook her head and pulled a flower out of the bag she had brought with her. Miku didn't notice she had the handbag until now.
The flower she had was pure green, much like her hair, and it was a type of rose. Luka extended her arm out to Miku. "A rose, for you, it matches your beauty, does it not?"
Miku sat up and plucked the green rose from her hands. "Thankyou, dear."
Luka smiled and leaned forward, brushing her lips softly against her cheek. "You welcome, love. I'd give you the world if I could."
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