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With his last relationship ending on bad terms and being fairly rocky toward the end, Dani was unable to understand how he had managed to overcome it so quickly; so easily. It could be the young redhead standing in front of him, whom had distracted him an enormous amount — but he was normally the type to mull over everything that had gone wrong.

As soon as Tiff had set the burning hot tray of cookies down upon the kitchen counter, he took a moment to admire her, as he always would, before reaching out and wrapping ring-free fingers around her dainty wrist, gently, so as not to cause any bruising. There was a smile present, as he continued to watch her - how her hair hung loosely over her shoulders - her eyes sparkling as the summer sun shone brightly through an open window.

He was smitten and there was no denying it. “—she was, a wonderful woman. Perhaps I was not deserving of her." His thoughts trailed off elsewhere as he spoke, but he was brought back down to earth by the twinkle in her eyes. “She was not perfect, not quite everything I was lookin’ for, you know. I never knew what that was, until I met you.”

"She is nothing compared to you."

—— "That’s not a nice thing to say!           You shouldn’t compare girls with me, you know.           I’m special!”           Tongue poked out playfully, and she leaned down to take the cookies from the oven.           "But thank you for the compliment.           I’m sure she was a very nice lady.”

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Legends say Shadow People are beings who live on another plane that overlaps our own, and occasionally…. we come into contact with them…

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I love the solstice, the longest day of the year. Here’s the sun setting at Stonehenge, last solstice.

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Weeping by Vampyrespro on Flickr.

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thank you for such a lovely evening! the music was incredible! 

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—— The eyes that studied her weren’t a bother at all, she was used to it.           When he agreed to try her own seeds, she unveiled a leather pouch             that hung from the belt around her waist.           Three, four, five small baby irises ended up in the palm of his hand,             and her four long, thin fingers made sure his fist was shut.           "Water them at 6 o’clock in the mornings and in the evenings,             and they will bloom beautifully.           But if you need some for roses…           I recommend these.”           A bag was plucked off the shelf, and she held it up so he could read the back.

—— Once he took it, the girl strolled over to the counter to pay,             her bare feet not making a sound.           "Say, how would you like a nice cup of apple cider?           I heard the ones from this year are very good!           Unless you don’t want to, but I could help you figure out your flowers.”           A hand was held out invitingly, a lineless palm upwards.           Everything about her was odd and off, yet it all was so.natural.           "It’s on me.           I’ll show you the best bar to get cider.”

Dani offered a warm smile as he was handed the seeds out of her own collection; that was an awfully generous notion and he told himself he would have to return the favour one day - should the two ever meet again. He hoped they would, if luck was on his side. This woman seemed as though she was from out of town, but with how she spoke of certain locations in the area, he realised that assumption was incorrect. Then, he began to wonder how he had missed her before - if she did live around here.

He made it a point to avoid familiarity with the town he lived in, with there being a number of people wandering in and out of the shops every single day. Tourists? there was a possibility they could be, but he seldom hung around long enough to figure it out. All he wanted was to return to his hometown, surrounded only by peace and quiet; no struggle to breathe during a weekly shopping trip. Toni enjoyed it more than he did and that was evident with how often she chose to go a-waltzing about every now and then between morning and evening. It gave him time to himself, sure, but he missed the company.

"Six in the morning — six in the evening, got it" he chuckled, storing the information away in a spot he knew he wouldn't forget. 'Course, there had been a number of times whereby he'd forgotten even the most simple of tasks. For that, his nymphette had given him an earful. He made sure from then on that he never forgot a single thing; and he wasn't about to start with that - it wasn't too difficult to remember, after all.

The male was snapped back to reality at the mention of a nice cold beer and her statement told him then and there she was definitely not from out of town. Feeling a little down and out for not having bumped into her until now, he gave a nod, pouting as he did so, though trying desperately not to let it show. "I'd like that, very much. I'm just wondering... why I've not seen you around here before. Surely, you live nearby? You seem to know the area pretty well, and that kind of knocked my prior assumption that you were a foreigner." He did feel rather daft - the woman probably heard that a lot and it was no doubt grinding on nerves.

Stepping forward, he set his own items down upon the counter as she packed hers away in a small basket and turned to face her. That same smile lingered and he offered his arm, as only a gentleman would; he'd had a lot of practice in that department. "Shall we?"

ℱairy breath of summer ✾

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—— Oh, she’d asked her question to a very handsome one, and a bright smile fluttered onto her features.           Hair was pulled over one shoulder for convenience, eyes glistening brown and green.           Even if she looked like she knew what she was doing, her attitude was almost that of a girl.           Gentle, sweet, with a dash of playfulness.           Like a flower, stretching out to meet the sun.           "I figure I’ll keep them alive somehow.           Green fingers, you see?”           A wink, and indeed: her fingers were green.           A few pouches with seeds ended up in the basket, and she looked like a fairy tale figure.           "You look fairly lost, do you need some help?           What are you looking for?”           She knew her plants, that was for sure.           "I’m working on darkblue irises back home, and they just never get the right shade…           Would you like some of their seeds?           They grow very well in the sun.”

Dani watched the young woman with enormous interest; how her eyes clashed wonderfully with her auburn locks and her smile shone so brightly, it could blind anyone. It took him just a few minutes to gather himself, but he felt a fool for having stared at all. It was impolite - or so he had been informed in his early years.

No matter — he extended a cheerful smile of his own and listened carefully to every word so he wouldn't miss a beat. This was all very fascinating to him, for he had absolutey no idea - at all, about the way things worked in gardens. He had never been a big fan of the hobby but knew that his other half adored it. Often times, he would be searching high and low for her in their home and the one place he turned to last, she would always be, crouched over even the ugliest of flowers and churning up the soul to keep it fresh.

"Oh.." he spoke up, accepting the kind woman's suggestion with a gentle nod of the head - though he could not place the seeds as he scanned the collection. "I really am no good at all this. I don't know why the missus sends me out to pick things up. Last time, and I'm not allowed to live this down, I bought sesame seeds for our roses and let me tell you.. she did not let me hear the end of it."

Though admitting that god-awful mistake was still embarrassing for the musician, he had to let people know he just didn't have a clue what he was doing. That way, he figured he'd be given a few words of advice - and perhaps even a couple of tips along the way. "—yet here I am again... and I think I'll take a few of those seeds, yes."

ℱairy breath of summer ✾

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ℬumps in the night ▪

There was nothing in the world the male loved more than spending All Hallows Eve away from the hustle and bustle of small children who believed it was necessary to knock down your front door in an attempt to gain entry, hoping that would result in a bag full of sweeties. Dani, though he had tried many times to remain patient with such boisterous little one's, had given up quite a number of years ago. It meant that every Halloween was spent at the local cinema, even if he did have to travel a mile by bus to get there. That bothered him very little, in comparison to what might have happened, should he have chosen to remain indoors on this glorious evening.

His make-up, the usual, spoke to others of how he didn't wish to be troubled on this night, and for what it was worth, it seemed to work. Passers by evaded him and he would grin at how very ridiculous they looked. It was the night for tricks and spooks, after all. His appearance might be considered overdoing it, according to some, but his opinion differed. If he was given enough of a chance, he thrived off of scaring the living daylights out of those who just wouldn't go anywhere near him; he loved it. His joy came to an end as he arrived at his destination, however, and he reluctantly shuffled across the street and into the vibrantly-lit movie theatre.

"Jeepers Creepers—" he informed the woman behind the counter, looking around a little as she typed in a few details and tore off a ticket for him. By that time, he had returned with an enormous bag of popcorn and a bottle of pepsi; only the best, of course. A smile planted itself upon his lips as she skimmed them through the till and handed him that all important ticket, along with a film guide, should he show interest. He would, naturally, even though this was the only night of the year he came out here. With a struggle, he shifted things back and forth in his arms and managed to hold the ticket between his teeth as he approached the right screen-room.

The assistant kindly opened the door for him, after telling him where his seat was located - right at the back, out of the way, with a perfect view. Again, he smiled and thanked the young man before stumbling in and claiming his seat. Apparently, no one else had arrived yet — but that was no doubt subject to change. This was to be a brilliant film, or so he had read.

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