"come, come," I hear it calling me

[headedforhope]

Characters: headedforhope, gentlecuteside, revolutionized, waha
Date: 2/14~ and onward, spanning the length of the event.
Summary: The magic of the Gardens draws Mami to each of these three girls in turn, and them to her, keeping the pair locked together until both reveal something to the other.
Warnings: Should be nothing, will edit if anything comes up.

[Mami is no stranger to the feeling of her heart fluttering in her chest, the sensation of being tugged by the fragile strings toward another. She's also no stranger to resisting it and making the lessening of distance a slow and cautious thing, if she allows it to happen at all. Gradual, like some intricate, orbiting dance of light footsteps and restrained movements.

The magic at play affords her that much, at least, but no amount of digging in her heels and shoving away the feeling of being pulled can stop the inevitable from happening.]

Comments

/fashionably late

[waha]

[Misha, on the other hand, barely recognizes the tugging as something unusual; being a gardenian neophyte, she simply chalks it up to wanderlust... which, of course, she obeys without question.

And so, off she sets, swinging her arms as she walks in an exaggerated, comical manner; it would be inaccurate to say that she hasn't a care in the world, but... she's certainly happy. Does it count as imprisonment if you're trapped in paradise?

Non! Non, my beauty!

Oh... is this her destination? The other girl that pursues the way of the drill?

Good, excellent.]

[headedforhope]

[She’s just sitting outside at the time, alone beneath a tree, hands curled against the thighs of her slacks. The expression on her young face is focused, almost stubborn; the tug grows sharper the closer that Misha gets, urging Mami to get to her feet and follow her half of this thread of magical compulsion.

She’s at least reluctantly stood up by the time Misha comes into view. The gold eyes are calm when they regard her, although the girlish brows first furrow together and then raise. Wasn’t that the girl who thought that plants were the internet? This....possibly doesn’t bode well at all.]

Ah, good day.

[Still, no reason to be rude!]