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He stares down at her from the lowest bough of a magnolia. She looks up from the chain of purple and blue flowers she is weaving together. A smile flits innocently across her face.

Point your lashes down And you can picture my face—
I’m smiling…

Her fingers cleverly tie and tangle the blossoms until she has successfully fashioned a wreath long enough to be worn around the neck.
“Will that be for me?” he asks.
His question is rhetorical he knows. Every blossom his girl child had ever plucked she had always given to him.
“Would you like it to be?” she smiles brighter and offers it up to him.
He straightens his legs out and nimbly slips off of the branch. He studies her for a moment. It has been several years since he had first rescued her. She is no longer a small child…but a grown woman with a mysterious way about her…she is beautiful in his eyes.

Open your mouth and speak with your heart And you can see my soul—
I’m waiting…

Again, she offers him the garland. He takes it in his clawed hand…strange…she had given him flowers before, and he had taken them, albeit with slight embarrassment. A human child giving him, a great Taiyoukai and the lord of the western lands, a gift so small as a bouquet…it shouldn’t have stirred his soul as it did. Her hand is still clutching the wreath…their hands touch…a slight brushing, nothing more. Yet, why did his heart leap within his breast?

Place your arms around my waist And you can embrace my uncertainty—
I’m shaking…

Without a second thought, he knelt down until his eyes were level with hers…… For what seemed an eternity, he held his breath. She did not question his actions; she met his gaze with the innocence of a child. Her smile had lessened somewhat…but there was the slightest tugging on the corner of her lips. He noted this, and released his hold on the flowers to touch her face…his clawed thumb running over the surface of her lower lip…it was trembling.

Press your lips against mine And try to catch me—
I’m falling…

She was unsettled…her lord was behaving strangely. Her mind was racing, and her heart was pounding so loudly she feared he would hear it. Her eyes lowered evading his gaze…her chin dipped and she attempted to turn her head. His hand cupped her cheek with authority, and he tilted her head back up.
“Rin…” he breathed her name softly.
Then he tilted his head down to hers and brushed his lips against hers…the trembling ceased. Time itself ceased…her heart even stood still…suddenly her mind went blank.

Catch me....

She had thought of this so many times before, but now… every childish fantasy seemed to simply melt away and she gave in and kissed him back. The wreath she had been holding fell to the grass with a whisper. Her arms wound across his shoulders as she became a little more courageous. His eyes opened slightly as did hers…and in that moment…their eyes fell into the darkness of their own world.

I'm Falling…

Description
He stares down at her from the lowest bough of a magnolia. She looks up from the chain of purple and blue flowers she is weaving together. A smile flits innocently across her face.

Point your lashes down And you can picture my face—
I’m smiling…

Her fingers cleverly tie and tangle the blossoms until she has successfully fashioned a wreath long enough to be worn around the neck.
“Will that be for me?” he asks.
His question is rhetorical he knows. Every blossom his girl child had ever plucked she had always given to him.
“Would you like it to be?” she smiles brighter and offers it up to him.
He straightens his legs out and nimbly slips off of the branch. He studies her for a moment. It has been several years since he had first rescued her. She is no longer a small child…but a grown woman with a mysterious way about her…she is beautiful in his eyes.

Open your mouth and speak with your heart And you can see my soul—
I’m waiting…

Again, she offers him the garland. He takes it in his clawed hand…strange…she had given him flowers before, and he had taken them, albeit with slight embarrassment. A human child giving him, a great Taiyoukai and the lord of the western lands, a gift so small as a bouquet…it shouldn’t have stirred his soul as it did. Her hand is still clutching the wreath…their hands touch…a slight brushing, nothing more. Yet, why did his heart leap within his breast?

Place your arms around my waist And you can embrace my uncertainty—
I’m shaking…

Without a second thought, he knelt down until his eyes were level with hers…… For what seemed an eternity, he held his breath. She did not question his actions; she met his gaze with the innocence of a child. Her smile had lessened somewhat…but there was the slightest tugging on the corner of her lips. He noted this, and released his hold on the flowers to touch her face…his clawed thumb running over the surface of her lower lip…it was trembling.

Press your lips against mine And try to catch me—
I’m falling…

She was unsettled…her lord was behaving strangely. Her mind was racing, and her heart was pounding so loudly she feared he would hear it. Her eyes lowered evading his gaze…her chin dipped and she attempted to turn her head. His hand cupped her cheek with authority, and he tilted her head back up.
“Rin…” he breathed her name softly.
Then he tilted his head down to hers and brushed his lips against hers…the trembling ceased. Time itself ceased…her heart even stood still…suddenly her mind went blank.

Catch me....

She had thought of this so many times before, but now… every childish fantasy seemed to simply melt away and she gave in and kissed him back. The wreath she had been holding fell to the grass with a whisper. Her arms wound across his shoulders as she became a little more courageous. His eyes opened slightly as did hers…and in that moment…their eyes fell into the darkness of their own world.

I'm Falling…