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paradisalogs2013-02-17 02:36 am
savors) wrote in paradisalogs2013-02-17 02:36 am
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loved by the sun
Who: Abby and you!
What: The first day of her loss. Surprised vampire kid is surprised.
When: Sunrise, February 17th. After this.
Where: The garden.
Rating: PG.
Time is something she has learned to become very familiar with, especially when it comes to the daylight hours. She didn't sparkle in the sunlight and was not in possession of anything that may ward off the sun for any length of time. To make a long story short; if the sun touched her skin and she was unable to get away from it? She would die.
So, then, one could only imagine her surprise after she lost track of time and had little warning before she felt the warmth of the sun's rays on her face. Warmth, but no pain. Still, she can't help the way she jerks away, grits her teeth and crouches to hide in what little shadow is left, waiting for the inevitable -- but it never comes.
So, looking utterly dumbfounded, she hesitantly raises a hand and wiggles her fingers, marveling at the way the sunlight painlessly trickles through her fingers. Daring to test her luck further, she walks back toward the entrance of the castle and stands near the doors. It probably looks like a silly display to most, but she's still waiting for either a.) her luck to run out or b.) herself to wake up.
When neither happens? Well, she's at a loss and it shows, at least through her expression.
What: The first day of her loss. Surprised vampire kid is surprised.
When: Sunrise, February 17th. After this.
Where: The garden.
Rating: PG.
Time is something she has learned to become very familiar with, especially when it comes to the daylight hours. She didn't sparkle in the sunlight and was not in possession of anything that may ward off the sun for any length of time. To make a long story short; if the sun touched her skin and she was unable to get away from it? She would die.
So, then, one could only imagine her surprise after she lost track of time and had little warning before she felt the warmth of the sun's rays on her face. Warmth, but no pain. Still, she can't help the way she jerks away, grits her teeth and crouches to hide in what little shadow is left, waiting for the inevitable -- but it never comes.
So, looking utterly dumbfounded, she hesitantly raises a hand and wiggles her fingers, marveling at the way the sunlight painlessly trickles through her fingers. Daring to test her luck further, she walks back toward the entrance of the castle and stands near the doors. It probably looks like a silly display to most, but she's still waiting for either a.) her luck to run out or b.) herself to wake up.
When neither happens? Well, she's at a loss and it shows, at least through her expression.
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"It would seem so. Is there something particularly out of place about your hand?"