Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that.
Author's Note: I'm starting this collection up again, and I'm absolutely positive you will be able to find a lot, lot more from me coming up in the next weeks and whatnot. I hope you don't mind and all! I know I planned something steamy, and believe me, I have already begun writing it, but this one was finished much sooner than the other–but I assure you, it's well worth the wait and you will be able to read it with your eager eyes before the week is through (if inspiration strikes, of course). I hope you enjoy this sickeningly sweet addition, though! I'm a sucker for lilacs, so, of course I would choose that as the flower of my choice... even though roses are significant to me (look at my pen name–it's my last name). Anyways, please review! I haven't been getting many at all and it makes me sad.
010 : Lilacs
Rating : PG
Theme : 23. Roses ; daisies ; carnations ; water lilies ; lilacs
March 25, 2007
This month certainly felt like it would be her month. With graduation looming around the corner, excitement was in the air, especially to finally roam free in the world to which she had only been protected from; despite the fact that friendships would fade over time, and familiar faces would be going off to start lives of their own, she felt at peace only because of the weather–the rest of her was in turmoil. It was May, and spring was steadily progressing around her; after a long and grueling winter to deal with, having a breath of warm, fresh air was certainly something she needed in her system.
Generally, anything bright and cheery gave her a sour disposition; however, right now it was necessary, and the light purple flowers she touched with her fingertips swayed as she inhaled the heavenly scent. May was the month of lilacs, her favorite flower, and she knew that the smell would be gone all too soon when the weather took a turn for the worse, for the warmer, and the flowers would wilt and die. The gentle breeze and the warm sun was all that she needed to be happy, but the weather never seemed to be kept in content for so long; all good things must come to an end, and she was very well-aware of that fact. Perhaps too well-aware.
The smell of lilacs always soothed her; she had dozens upon dozens of candles with the scent littering her room, but nothing compared to the senses like the real thing. At seeing clusters of them in a tall bush excited her as she journeyed home from a boring, tiresome day of school. Even though high school was drawing to a close, it was still as stressful and monotonous as ever; she couldn't be happier to get out of that hell hole.
Walking next to her best friend, she eyed the lilac blossoms off in the distance, and sped up her pace; having the slight inclination as to where she was headed, her friend sped up his movements as well, noticing the extra pep in her stride as she neared her destination.
He admired her features in the spring most of all; the rosy tint to her normally pale cheeks gave of a glow of tranquility, of happiness. That's what made his heart clench in his chest, just seeing her happy. As she reached the lilac bush, he smiled and stepped ahead, breaking off a small branch of the plant, all the while ignoring her quiet protests of killing the plant while he had done so. He inhaled the lilacs deeply after he had broken them off, taking in the scent he had taken to associate with the raven-haired woman standing to his left. Her eyes matched this flower, so of course he had taken a liking to it; it was symbolism to one of the most perfect attributes about this woman-- he would never forget those eyes.
"They smell so nice," she mumbled, smelling the flower once again, never being able to find herself sick of the fragrance. "I wish they bloomed year-round."
"Look at it this way," he said, tucking a smaller piece of the bunch of flowers he broke off from the bush behind her ear, reveling in the image it brought forth to his eyes. She was so beautiful, and even though she wouldn't admit it, he would always know it. "You always have the candles around your room, so you always have the smell lingering on your clothes… and your eyes, they match the color. So basically, you are a lilac," he said with a sweet smile, noticing the slight blush on her cheeks. "You're sad since the real things don't come around until May, but I'm lucky enough to have you year-round."
She was speechless.
End Note: I hope you enjoyed that, and I really do encourage you to review.
Oh, and another thing... what would you say if I have the possible sequel to "Ten Things a Sweet Guy Would Do" in the works? ;)
- A