Twilight and Flowers{open}

[carlet]

On this cool night the moonlight filtered through a few rebel clouds to fall upon the cement ground in a glittered form. It's light welcome to the night thriving florals of the garden, their heads turned upward toward the loving light. In the night things seemed to turn to shades of ebony and alabaster, with of course the sahdes of gray. The florals looked beautiful under the moon light in this beautiful city that Juliet called home. Course to her not everything was beautiful. The night is the time she lurked in having no other choice thanks to the fateful night so many, many years ago. Lengthy legs carried her framework through the whinding paths, the cement going around the flower gardens and their beauty. This place was peacful tonight, concidering that most were either in bed to get their eight hours, or in the bar having a good time with each other. Juliet found no enjoyment out of spending time in a bar and spending money only to be treated like a piece of meat. Besides the last time she stepped into a bar she had a run in with one of the local weremutts and barley made it out with her life.

She wasn't a fighter, not completely anyways. So the whites and blacks of the flowers on this night welcomed her to their home. A bench could be located in the middle of the gardens were the flowers were brought into a circle. The area was shaded by a few weeping willows giving it this sort of oaisis away from the world. A ebony babytee clung to the fae's upper half, and pair of jeans to the lower half, and a pair of tenis shoes covered the last part of her. The dark colors pretty much hiding her fromthe world under the timbers. The moon light barley filtered through the branches causing this kind of spoted effect on her pallid flesh. The moon danced on ebony locks giving a blue hue to the highlights, a natural effect of her dark tresses. Midnight hued eyes looked about at the peaceful surrounding a sigh drifting into the night sky as the silence came to embrase her. For all that she knew she was alone in this garden...alone...as normal.

[devlin]

Silence filled the air as the artist looked around his environment. Ah, such beautiful subjects. His photographic memory would allow him to paint them by himself in his apartment, and this was a comfort - he didn't paint well when he was outside in the moonlight. It always reminded him of why he had to come out in the light of the shining, white sphere, rather than the glowing warmth of the sun, and that alone sent shivers down his spine and regret into his heart.

His light, red lox shone crimson in the dark light, giving him an effect not matching his personality - it gave him the look of evil rather than kind, and those shining, silvery-blue didn't exactly help. They made him look mystical, yes, but in a way that could have him mistaken for a human hunter, which he most certainly was not. He could never do what that vampiress had done to him that night, back one-hundred and some odd years ago.

Coming to a halt, he studied one of the florals that looked as if it had come to life just before his eyes. The hues of its petals ranged from a grey-blue to more of an ebony color at the base of the stem. This would be the main subject of his painting, he decided in silence, as this was the most unique of all the flowers in this garden. To most, however, it would be just one of thousands - perhaps even millions - in the place where the plants resided, but to him, this one was unique and special. It had meaning and personality - just what he looked for in his works of art.

Devlin suddenly smelled something strange. Well, strange to him, of course, because he very rarely socialized with his own type. It was a vampire, and he or she was in the garden as well. Thinking for a moment, his decisions ranging between run or stay, he finally concluded that he should stay. He hadn't socialized like this in a year or so, seeing as he couldn't get over the fact that he was no longer human.

He was tempted to follow the scent straight toward the fellow nightwalker, seeing as he was curious as he could be, but that could be a mistake. He didn't want to be attacked or anything like that, seeing as he was definitely not the fighting type - he was calm and polite, and could never hurt a fly. Except when he went to the mountains to hunt... Then it seemed he was a beast.

Then, he found not far from the weeping willow a vampiress. She had darker features, which were well defined in the moonlight, giving her a mystical affect, somewhat like his own. His pale skin showed muscles tensing slightly. What should he do? He obviously should've been caught by now. So, he did what came naturally, and walked to her, trying to remain calm.

"Hello, there," he spoke, voice hinting an accent from south Alabama. Then, he waited, dreading the fact that at any moment, she could spring up and either fuss at him or just attack him. Either way, he would stick with his decision to stay.

[carlet]

Lids had closed over midnight eyes as her senses picked up the scents of all the flowers intermixing into a wonderful fragrance. Something that brought a smile onto what used to be down turned lips. this place was magical in itself. The frangrance of the florals, the soft light of the moon, the peaceful silence of what seemed to be a whole other world. A content sigh drifferent toward the atmosphere as another deep breath was taken into her lungs, her abdomen swelling momentarily. This mood was something out of the norm for her. Normaly she was flighty, angered or just bitter at everything that came near her. Something that had been caused by her parents over the many grouling years of working for perfection.

The breath was released as muscled cords tensed up. The scent of another nightcrawler came to her attention. He or she was near, but yet not near enough for her to see or hear them quite yet. Thoughts of walking away from this peaceful place had a bit of anger crawling to the surface, but she wouldn't be run off that quickly. Framework shifted upward on the bench to less of a relaxed state. Cranium shifted on tense shoulders as she looked about the place for the person that had disturbed the peace...A figure could be seen looking at the flowers. The flower in view was that of the midnight shade. A small smile uplifted the corners of her mouth once more as she imagined the flower. Trained vision picked up on the fact that he was male, go figure, and he had noticed her. The image of his was different then what she had seen before, darker then most she had seen lately, but that wasn't a bad thing.

Form shifted as he came over to her, the comfort of the distance was broken and the need to stand had her lifted from the bench. Digits went to pockets as posture turned to that of reserve. Long straight ebony tresses came to cover half of her facial features hidding away part of her. It had been a long time since she had been in contact with another one of her speices, let alone anyone for that matter. She had all but lost the art of being social, but then again it was like riding a bike I suppose. As he came closer and spoke midnight hued eyes turned up to gaze at his features taking in the expression as well as just to be polite. Hello A hint of a franch accent came out from her honey smooth vocals, when you live in one place for so long you tend to pick up not only the language but the way to speak it aswell. I could hear the bit of accent in his own vocals, he sounded kind...for the moment that is, no one could be curtain at first meetings. A light breeze picked up the branches of the willows and made them dance, as well as toyed with her own ebon tresses, digits reached up to brush away some strays eyes remaining on his facade