Summer Memories

Clothes: Dress + Jewellery + Sandals + Black painted nails + Hairstyle + Makeup
- Other: Irish accent, Supernatural Beauty, 167.5 cm in height and Hair to hips

It had been a good day, actually scratch that it had been a perfect day, everything just seemed right and for once she didn't feel as if something was wrong, or something was looming over her, dragging her down. It just seemed that wherever she went something went right, even as she'd walked into the park, some kind smiling man, had given her a flower, which she now was holding in her small but yet gentle hand. She felt much like those people on the television, almost dancing on roses on her way around. Maybe that was why she also went to the park, it had such beauty and grace, and she felt so drawn to it.
Though she often felt safer in the bunker, she did enjoy nature in all its colours. Something about it always just seemed right, it reminded her of the better times in her childhood, or what little of a childhood she had, whenever her Aunt would let her out of the basement, and she would for the briefest of moments run free in the woods, pretending she was a songbird ready to fly away from all the pain and sorrow. But she never could, and it was only after the stranger had taken their life, that she in some way or form finally was free to be whomever she was meant to be. But had it not been for Michael, even if their opinions didn't always line up with one another, she would probably have died on the streets. For even if the stranger had in some ways freed her from the prison her family had made for her, she had been left with no one to go to, and no knowledge of how to survive.
Though it was not these thoughts that were on her mind, as she walked with a gentle smile on her lips, between tree and flowers, almost resembling more a forest nymph than anything else. There was an aura of something sensual, but also delightfully kind over her, which was probably also what drew people to her, though she was quite oblivious to this because she had this beauty, but also an air of sex, with a side of innocence to her, it was as if she could be whatever side people wanted her to be.
Curiosity bloomed in her doe-eyes, and as she walked away from the other people, she found herself struck by a young man, who in some ways almost resembled Michael. Not that they looked anything like each other, because they truly had nothing in common on any plans, but he had this aura of something angelic around him. Though in this young man's case, his glow also seemed sad, as if he had gained the whole world and then lost it in seconds. She didn't know why, or else it was her need to somehow make him happy, that somehow drew her to him, almost like he'd been the reason she went to the park. Of course, she should probably just walk the other way, any other sane person would say the same thing, not talking to strangers and leaving people with their own problems. But often the most interesting people, where those who you never quite noticed, always wanting to stay away from the light of interest, always hiding something, both good and bad.
"Are you okay?" she asked with a voice singing of kindness, but also dominated by the Irish accent, even if she didn't know what Ireland was. She went down on her knees in front of him, though he did look quite a lot higher than she did, considering she wasn't the tallest person, most people were taller than she was. She tilted her head, as her gaze lingered on him.

He appeared more surprised by her sudden showing up, which gave the idea he may not either have wanted company or simply not expected that anyone would show interest in him. Though of course, she wasn't just anyone and found beauty in everyone around her. But as he finally did answer her question, which of course, did not really surprise her at all, kindness appeared in her gaze "I'm sorry, you deserve to be happy" she said, and she actually meant it, while not having much experience with connecting to other people, she had in some ways learned it over the last few weeks, and in some ways, she was really getting in contact with the emotions she had, and how to make connections with each person she met.
She keeps herself in front of him, wanting just to hug the sadness away, even if it probably wasn't possible, but she could try. Though she never got the chance, as he asked if she was a Goddess, which made her smile much more. It was a sweet question, and not one she'd been asked before "I'm not, but it's sweet of you to ask." Her smile appeared bigger, and at that moment, she wanted him to be happy, she didn't care how. He was a beautiful man, and he deserved to be happy "I am going on an adventure, I think it's going to be fun, do you wanna come along?" she didn't really have anything planned, but she was a spontaneous person, and she loved having fun, and at this very moment, the only thought she had was, that she wanted to have fun with this still stranger "Come on, pretty please?" she reached out her tiny hand towards him, and she slightly tilted her head, almost making puppy eyes at him. She knew there was a chance he was going to no want this, which could be of any reason, but she didn't want him to say no.

"It's an adventure, love, it can be whatever you want it to be," her smile got almost got giddy, mostly because he had for a moment seemed as if he didn't want to go, but she didn't hold it against, after all, he wasn't okay and they didn't know each other, she didn't even know his name and he didn't know hers. But in some ways it made it more fun, she had fun with Tycho, and it took a bit of time, before he asked for her name, even calling her Dollface. She took his hand, as he reached out to her, and then got up, looking up upon him with a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her doe-eyes. She liked that he went along on her adventure, and maybe she could even make him a bit happy, even if it's just for a moment or two, but that was what mattered, the fact he could be able to be happy.
She lifted his head up, as he suddenly looked down "First of all, please don't hide away your beautiful face, I like it and you are very handsome," she ignored his question, not because she did not want to answer it, but she wanted to make sure he knew that he was very handsome and beautiful, and she just wanted to touch his skin. For a moment she even wondered if it was soft, and his hair so elegant with its tiny curls, she wanted to run her fingers through it "But you may call me what you wish unless you do want my name Mr. curly and handsome and for the adventure, what about letting fate decide." It had been fate, or whatever one called it, that made her walk into the park and then met this wonderful man.

For a moment she almost seemed sad, even if it was just a flash in her eyes when he didn't like her touch. She felt as if she wasn't okay enough, or that her touch had hurt him, she had this bubbly person to her and yet there was still so much, that she still didn't know and had to learn. But the sadness was gone, just as fast as it had even made it's way to her gaze "I think you are, I think you're going to be extraordinary in every single way, even if you don't believe so. Then I'll believe for both of us," Though she herself hadn't known much kindness, she wanted to see the beauty in everything. Of course, this did not always good for her, as she saw beauty even in the darkest of creatures, much to be seen in her interest in the tattoed Tycho, even if he did not care much for her.
She had mostly just joked about the name, but when he actually found a name to call her, her smile got almost shy, mostly because he just compared her to a Goddess and most of all the Goddess of beauty, sensuality and love "Thank you," for a moment she bit down into her lower lip, as she looked up at him with those big brown eyes. Sometimes she could almost look like this lost puppy just looking for love or a lost lamb in a land of wolves and monsters.
"I think that's a great idea." Though the question on whether to get food first, was a bit tricky, as the last time she'd actually eaten food, like the food everyone ate, she'd felt sick and it tasted bad. Michael had then discovered that she drank blood, and she herself noticed she also was kinda addicted to magic. She threw all worries away, even from earlier when he suddenly reached out his arm to her, she let her arms reach around his and she followed him towards this café "It's a bit complicated," she grimaced, not wanting him to think she was some kind of freak, based on what she ate.

She looked up upon him, as he suddenly suggested they play a game, about magical creatures, but the problem was that she didn't know what she was, she only knew what she ate "I don't know which creature, but magic and blood," the smile broke from her full lips, and she didn't know what to say. She assumed most people wouldn't find the blood thing that pretty, and he'd just called her Aphrodite, as far as she knew Aphrodite didn't drink blood or absorb magical essence from others. Other than the blood bags Michael had gotten her, she didn't know where to get it, other than what she'd gotten from him. And she didn't want to be trouble, as this adventure had been about trying to get him happy "but I'm guessing you're an angel, right?" she asked as she looked at him "you have this kind of light around you," she couldn't explain it any other way, other than this grace surrounding him, and it kinda made him even more beautiful.

She shook her head "I don't, they always told me with time they would tell, but time never came," as they did indeed get murdered, and therefore never got the chance to actually tell her what she was, and Michael's books didn't do much help, and he hadn't told her if he had a theory what she was "though I'm pretty sure I'm not one of those," even if the book hadn't done much help, she was pretty sure she wasn't a demon nor that of a vampire. She didn't have a problem with the soon nor that of holy things, as she'd once held a bible and even read it without problems. Of course, she did not agree with it at all, but this wasn't something she told Michael, as he had some strange relationship with God.
"Yesterday." She didn't feel hungry, much as she just felt strange in some way, it had been a while since she'd had her fix of magic, and she feared what would happen if she didn't get something soon. But she didn't think he could help with that, and it wasn't his problem. She chuckled by his comment, he was kind and she had a feeling that she would like him very much, and it would probably not take that long for it to happen. He just seemed to genuine, and his smile, oh his smile was so beautiful it could hurt "I want to touch you, but I'm not going to. But I'm sorry you didn't have a choice in being one, but you are graceful and angelic, you remind me in some ways of someone I know, not much in person, but rather this aura of light and kindness," her smile came back, and she looked at him with kindness. One thing was that she was touching his arm, but it seemed as if he didn't like to be touched on the face, so she didn't do it, even if she just wanted to lay a hand on his cheek.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything... I get," she gently held his hands on her own, giving them a squeeze, as if showing in another way, it was okay and that no matter what, even if there were pain and sorrow, it was going to okay. At least she was going to try to make it okay for him, and as long as he was with her, she was going to try and make it okay for him. Plus he didn't have to explain why in some ways she understood while not completely. She hadn't experienced love, but she's experienced a loss and she knew how it could change a person.
When he called her a Goddess of Love, a smile appeared on her lips "Why thank you and if I was to be a Goddess, then why not the one of Love," she pointed out with a smile on her full lips. She liked the idea of him viewing her as this otherworldly being, it kind of made her feel more powerful, instead of this little girl lost. "I'll remember that, and hey if you ever need to get away, I'm always done for some fun," he seemed like this person lost, much like she herself was and if they could find a way home together, she would want to help him.
She nodded, but as she was just about to walk inside, she found him starring almost longingly towards the castle. She quickly grabbed his arm "The Past is the past, and it will always hurt, but right now it doesn't exist anymore, it's just you and me," she looked at him, and then pulled him with her into the club, which was dominated by the sound of music, the smell of sweat and alcohol. As soon as they got inside, she let him go and walked towards the dance floor, and she began to dance to the music, and with the power she had, she was like a beacon for everyone around her, drawing them in. Though her gaze was locked on him, as she guided him towards her with a hand movement.

She loved dancing, it was actually one of her favourite things, of course besides sex, but it was a way for her to feel free, even without having to be physical with someone. She felt beautiful, and could often feel others eyes on her as if they found her to be beautiful. Though when Asher didn't appear to want to dance with her, she pouted. Mostly because she wanted to dance with him, she wanted him to be happy and feel free, like she so often felt doing this. But when he got over to her, probably to ask what she wanted from the bar, she laid her arms around his neck "Please dance with me?" she asked, tilting her head and of course, giving him those big eyes, that almost begged him to say yes. But if he said no, she would just ask for some shots of vodka.

A bigger smile came to her lips, as he said he could not say no to her, even calling her a Rascal. Though the feeling of his finger against her jawline made her almost blush, it was a soft touch and she liked it. She'd been used to being touched by now, but every single touch was different and with different intentions. But with Asher, it didn't feel like it had done with so many others before that, and she felt safe, not like he wanted anything from her "I like that," she bit her lower, as her eyes locked with his.
"Just whatever you feel like, feel the music and then dance." She really didn't really know how to really dance, she just let her body decide it's movements. Though when his hand around her waist and the other on her hip, she started moving again, though still with her hands around his waist. But it didn't last long, before she turned around and pressed her back against his chest, still moving her hips.

Her head leaned back against his shoulder, as she felt his chin against her own, and somehow she felt the need to close her eyes, as maybe it would all feel more intensely if she actually did. Her arms laid themself around his neck, as she felt his fingertips against her skin, and she couldn't quite explain it, but his touch... it felt nice and warm, and she almost wanted more of it. But then again, she often chased after the warm sensation of something she could not have and probably didn't deserve, after all, Michael had said how she'd sinned, just because she had sex. In this very moment though, it didn't matter what he'd said to her, and she didn't care about everyone else, they could disappear for she cared.
A laugh escaped her lips, as he suddenly turned her around, and lifted her up in his embrace. Her fingers found their ways to his hair, and she looked deeply into his eyes. She didn't expect for a kiss to come, not that she would mind, but the whole thing did leave her a bit light-headed when he then suddenly placed her on the ground again and then said he would get them some drinks. For a moment, she thought he would just leave her there because maybe the whole thing had been too much for him, but as his hand extended to her, and he asked if she was coming, a smile came to her lips and she quickly took his hand and followed him "Of course,"

She sat down next to him and looked at the menu as he handed her one "Well we can't have you not being able to walk, so what about Whiskey? I mean it's strong, and it has that amazing burning feeling when you drink, but if we just take on or two drinks of this, we'll get drunk, but you know able to walk?" she would have suggested Wine, but it often made her horny and she was pretty sure, he did not want her that way. She turned her gaze towards him "And if we're feeling frisky, we can always order one or two shots of tequila," she suggested, as a smile came to her lips, just as her eyes locked with his, and she had to admit he had really beautiful eyes, though she wasn't sure if he actually knew this fact.

She took the glass with a big smile "Any time! Noone as wonderful as you should be sad. Not that sadness isn't okay, but more like you deserve to be happy," the smile still lingered on her lips, as she looked at him, before then taking a big sip of the whiskey. She didn't know why, but the burning sensation each time she drank, it was a wonderful feeling and she loved it, even if it did make her potentially strange in the eyes of someone else "Not really no, but I'm not actually sure where I used to live before, a lot of what happened before I got to Gaia is a bit blurry," she admitted, of course, the fact she been potentially a baby at the time, did have an effect on her memories. She emptied the glass, and looked almost proud of herself, by not making any kind of grimace at the amount of alcohol "Your eyes...they are so beautiful," she suddenly said, looking at him.