A/N: Chase Emberton belongs to the beautiful and amazing ChromeHearts, give her lovings! Check out her fanfictions, too, they're amazing! 3 _
Chase waits on the edge of a long country road, tapping his foor impatiently, waiting for Lysander to arrive. He sifts his legs, crossing his ankles as he leans against a wooden fence, his grey cowboy boots stirring up dust from the road. He waves a fly off of his bootleg-cut jeans, and stretched his arms over his head while stifling a yawn. His red plaid shirt rides up his stomach as he does so, so he pulls it down; the sleeves rolled precicely up to his elbows. A yellow taxi cab drives up and stops, Lysander getting out while paying the cabbie before he drives away. Chase smiles approvingly as he notices the black jeans and calf-high black leather boots; the white long-sleeved shirt with black silk vest that has black velvet swirling Victorian designs on it. A black ascot completes the outfit, a diamond-studded clip on it that has a black silhouetted cameo. Lysander's longer front locks are held back with an array of black bobby-pins, and Chase chuckles.
"You look good." He watches in amusement as Lysander blushes a pretty crimson, and he walks over to him in three long strides. Drawing out a white cloth, he reaches over and begins to tie it around Lysander's beautiful eyes; the other boy's breathing becomes uneven. Chase's heart beats quicker than before at the closeness of their bodies, and the feeling of Lysander's warm breath on his face. As he pulls away, he laces his fingers with Lysander's and begins to walk past the wooden fence and through a large field; the sky blue with fluffy white clouds moving at their own slow pace, birds spiralling in the air, singing their hearts out. Trees dot the area as Chase walks up a hill with the silent Lysander in tow; he stops Lysander and takes the cloth from his eyes, tucking it into his back pocket. Lysander's mismatched eyes grow wide as he sees the green, grassy hills with the blue sky behind it; a large apple tree, one of the largest he has ever seen, stands a foot away. Tied to this tree is a chestnut mare with blonde mane and tail, an ebony gelding with white blaze and left stocking beside her. Chase wanders over to the horses and unties the chestnut mare, leading her over to Lysander.
"Have you been on a horse before?" Lysander seems to snap out of his reveree and nods his head, walking over to the right side of the horse and sticking his foot into the stirrup, grabbing onto the horn of the saddle. Chase looks at him with an eyebrow cocked, and Lysander shrugs as he pulls himself up and into the saddle, his leg swinging over and his foot settling into the other stirrup.
"I'm a southpaw, remember?" Chase chuckles as he unties the sable gelding and hops into the saddle, grabbing the reins with one hands and leaning back a bit, getting comfortable. He pulls up beside Lysander and the two start at a liesurely walk down the other side of the hill and to the plains below that seem to stretch forever, a sea of green in the bright, golden sun.
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ChromeHearts, this is only part one of this date :) Hold your horses! (didyouseewhatididthere?) Another of my punny puns!
-W