The first thing Van noticed upon waking was the warmth of the sun on his
bck. A serene feeling brought back the long forgotten memories of his
childhood, playing with folken in the golden beams streaming through the
emerald leaves of the forest, or sunbathing with Merle while watching cloud
dragons and teacups float by. A butterfly lazily floated down and landed
on his nose, making him laugh, though the sound was rusty from disuse. He
tried to remember what happened, recalling only a vague sense of something
going horribly wrong, a pain in his heart - Hitomi's pain.
He sat up suddenly. Hitomi! How could I have forgotten her? He moved to stand up, angry at himself, when he heard a soft sigh beside him. He turned, startled by the scene. Hitomi's hair was a tangled mass of golden strands, gleaming in the morning sun. A flower had fallen across her cheek, a pale blue forget me not, which stood in contrast to her now healthy pallor.
It took Van a moment to realize that he was staring at her back. Her now bare back, slowly rising and falling, the lines of her angel bones still sharp, though dulled somewhat as she had gained back weight. Not quite conscious of what he was doing he reached out and softly, gently, a feather in the breeze, stroked her side.
She stirred then, and sat up, flahsing a smile at his red face. Van, being the epitome of the Gentleman, quickly looked down and breathed hard, telling himself over and over that he was a man and it was perfectly natural now, not to be ashamed or blush, and below that wondering if he was going to get a nosebleed.
Hitomi, having turned around when she noticed that she was less than fully dressed was now in quite a predicament. She was in the middle of a field with the man she was in love with, and was having an attack of modesty, and STILL had no clothes. She did risk a quick, admiring look at Van, and blushed at her thoughts.
Leaves, Hitomi thought, are not the most comfortable of garments. However did Adam and Eve manage that first time.
What leaves are these anyways? I really hope that I didn't manage to pick the Gaian equivalent of poison ivy. It would have been really nice for Van to help me, instead of looking resolutely away. Alas, woe is me, she thought in a fit of melodrama, then laughed at herself.
Van, on the other hand, still walking beside her, was quite worried that they were lost. Hitomi didn't know gaia well enough to pinpoint where they were, and Van had been indisposed during the flight/landing.
Neither of them thought to look back at their wandering footsteps, which were shaped in a perfectly strait line of indentations. They didn't know they were being led, a fact that amused to no end the creature holding the leashes.
He sat up suddenly. Hitomi! How could I have forgotten her? He moved to stand up, angry at himself, when he heard a soft sigh beside him. He turned, startled by the scene. Hitomi's hair was a tangled mass of golden strands, gleaming in the morning sun. A flower had fallen across her cheek, a pale blue forget me not, which stood in contrast to her now healthy pallor.
It took Van a moment to realize that he was staring at her back. Her now bare back, slowly rising and falling, the lines of her angel bones still sharp, though dulled somewhat as she had gained back weight. Not quite conscious of what he was doing he reached out and softly, gently, a feather in the breeze, stroked her side.
She stirred then, and sat up, flahsing a smile at his red face. Van, being the epitome of the Gentleman, quickly looked down and breathed hard, telling himself over and over that he was a man and it was perfectly natural now, not to be ashamed or blush, and below that wondering if he was going to get a nosebleed.
Hitomi, having turned around when she noticed that she was less than fully dressed was now in quite a predicament. She was in the middle of a field with the man she was in love with, and was having an attack of modesty, and STILL had no clothes. She did risk a quick, admiring look at Van, and blushed at her thoughts.
Leaves, Hitomi thought, are not the most comfortable of garments. However did Adam and Eve manage that first time.
What leaves are these anyways? I really hope that I didn't manage to pick the Gaian equivalent of poison ivy. It would have been really nice for Van to help me, instead of looking resolutely away. Alas, woe is me, she thought in a fit of melodrama, then laughed at herself.
Van, on the other hand, still walking beside her, was quite worried that they were lost. Hitomi didn't know gaia well enough to pinpoint where they were, and Van had been indisposed during the flight/landing.
Neither of them thought to look back at their wandering footsteps, which were shaped in a perfectly strait line of indentations. They didn't know they were being led, a fact that amused to no end the creature holding the leashes.