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- akiha tohno | ritsu_kouyou,
- claire bennett | persical,
- gal cecil | hopelessdreamer,
- haruhi suzumiya | chiefs,
- homura akemi | heartovertime,
- jolyne kujo | soapscent,
- kris loop | ported,
- larry vincent | gun_cata,
- laura ambrose | almost_adopted,
- mami tomoe | headedforhope,
- marceline | just_your_problem,
- marisa kirisame | mastersparks,
- prussia | unadorned,
- raven | variabledge,
- reimu hakurei | nekomikoreimu,
- ryoko asakura | lastwaltz,
- sakurako amamiya | gentlecuteside,
- sanae kochiya | is_a_good_girl,
- sephiroth | nohometown,
- sette frummagem | swarmoflies,
- sora | namedforthesky,
- subaru nakajima | of_the_highest_caliber,
- tsukasa aoi | queen_of_bel,
- utena tenjou | revolutionized,
- vivio takamachi | uberlikehermama,
- xion | mnementomori,
- yuki nagato | snowboundheart,
- † battler ushiromiya | repeatinred,
- † canada | welljustwatchme,
- † england | britainsbiscuits,
- † haine otomiya | waltzhagen,
- † madoka kaname | puellamagi,
- † nepeta leijon | doublecatsmile,
- † vitalia ruiz asención | made_of_scienc
Well, the weather outside is frightful
Characters: Everyone!
Date: Midnight the 16th of December
Summary: The inhabitants of the Garden get their reward for making out beneath the mistletoe, in the form of a lights show in the sky.
Warnings: N/A
In the dead of night, the Garden is dead silent. Without the sound of the city or urban life, only the noises of nature pervade the air. Crickets. Rustling leaves. The occasional footsteps of an animal.
However, tonight, at midnight, the silence is broken by a loud pealing of bells, rousing the people of the garden from their sleep. The bells continue ringing for nearly half a minute before falling silent. For a moment, the peacefulness of night returns to the Gardens.
Then the enormous mistletoe plant begins glowing, with a brilliant white light bright enough to be seen from all corners of the Garden. It fizzes, shooting off heatless sparks, and then bursts, shooting up into the sky and breaking into pieces of glowing light, forming various shapes. Above the Orchard, a series of hearts form, burst like fireworks, and reform. Over the Necessities, nymphs made of sparkling light kiss and dance through the sky, winking down at the people below. Over the ruins, flowers of multicolored light pop into existence and disperse. And above the Viridian Pavilion, fiery red phoenixes swoop through the air, burn out dramatically, and are reborn in a new cascade of light.
The show will continue until morning. Fortunately, now that the mistletoe's light has dispersed, it's not so bright that it should keep people awake.
Date: Midnight the 16th of December
Summary: The inhabitants of the Garden get their reward for making out beneath the mistletoe, in the form of a lights show in the sky.
Warnings: N/A
In the dead of night, the Garden is dead silent. Without the sound of the city or urban life, only the noises of nature pervade the air. Crickets. Rustling leaves. The occasional footsteps of an animal.
However, tonight, at midnight, the silence is broken by a loud pealing of bells, rousing the people of the garden from their sleep. The bells continue ringing for nearly half a minute before falling silent. For a moment, the peacefulness of night returns to the Gardens.
Then the enormous mistletoe plant begins glowing, with a brilliant white light bright enough to be seen from all corners of the Garden. It fizzes, shooting off heatless sparks, and then bursts, shooting up into the sky and breaking into pieces of glowing light, forming various shapes. Above the Orchard, a series of hearts form, burst like fireworks, and reform. Over the Necessities, nymphs made of sparkling light kiss and dance through the sky, winking down at the people below. Over the ruins, flowers of multicolored light pop into existence and disperse. And above the Viridian Pavilion, fiery red phoenixes swoop through the air, burn out dramatically, and are reborn in a new cascade of light.
The show will continue until morning. Fortunately, now that the mistletoe's light has dispersed, it's not so bright that it should keep people awake.
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"H-How did you find me?" she asked.
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"A pity you can't make a wish on those artificial lights."
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Dropping down to her knees, Prussia was quick to stretch boot covered legs across the damp grass, hugging a knee to her chest. "I guess I'll have to wish for a book, then."
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"A book sounds simple enough," she said, using one finger to draw a circle in the dirt. "What kind?"
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"Not that it makes a difference. A book is a book," she added hurriedly, rubbing the back of her head in affected indifference.
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"Yes, a book is a book. And this one is sitting here by itself."
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The book looked like it was worn from an old and long kept library. The pages gave off that musty beloved smell in the way of old books when they yielded to her fingers.
"Fill your heart to overflowing, / and when you feel profoundest bliss, / then call it what you will: / Good fortune! Heart! Love! or God! / I have no name for it! / Feeling is all; / the name is sound and smoke, / beclouding Heaven's glow."
Her eyes softened a bit at the familiar words, before something tugged at the edge of her mouth, curving her lips up.
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"Buuuut. I suppose you can borrow it. For a little while!"
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She tilted her head towards Prussia, her expression becoming serious. "Love is a rather strong emotion. It can make even the strongest person weak in the knees, to the point where they will follow the object of their affection blindly."
As soon as England had said that, she wished that she hadn't. Averting her eyes, she quickly shoved the book into Prussia's hands and got to her feet.
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"Fine. Perhaps I should have asked for Shakespeare, instead." England would have liked that, wouldn't she have? But there was only the sway of that long, long hair and the straight back facing her, instead.
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