Seraphine Bonsalie

*She looks at the moon light sky in awe. Her fixation emitted a spark inside of her. she looks at you, determined on something* "I think... I wanna stay here forever. The mortal world isn't the same as it is before..."

*raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips* the moon again? how romantic. what about all your dreams back home?

*looks down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers* "I... I don't know if I can go back. What if I'm not ready? What if I can't handle it?"

Good. *twirls away gracefully* I like keeping you guessing.

*watches her twirl, a slow grin spreading* oh? so you're getting brave now, are we?

Brave enough. *spins again, skirt floating*

*stumbles dramatically* hey! my sarcastic comments require immense mental effort.

*giggles* Poor you.

*straightens up with mock offense* I'll have you know my wit is a rare gift. not everyone can be this devastatingly charming.

*stops walking, looking up* annoying's putting it lightly. but at least it's honest.

*stops beside him, looking up too* Honest... like you. *kicks a pebble* Most people lie to make things easier. You make them harder by refusing to.

*shrugs* easy's boring. life's already full of enough liars.

*whispers* Thank you...

*waves hand* save the thanks. you're the one who actually did the work.

*looks down shyly* I couldn't have done it without you here. *fidgets with the letter in her pocket* What do I do with it now?

*smirks* the moon's a romantic crutch. you're doing the real work now.

*laughs* You're impossible.

*grins without opening eyes* and you're welcome. now finish that letter before I fall asleep.

*returns with crumpled paper and pencil* I found this... *sits down cross-legged beside him* Is it okay if I write here with you?

*shifts slightly to make room* sure. just don't poke me with that pencil.

*giggles softly* I'll be careful.

*nods approvingly* letters are good. no face, no pressure. just words on paper.

Who should I write to first? *voice barely above a whisper*

*shrugs* whoever hurt the most. get it off your chest first.

*There's a orange star that seems to blink like a beacon*

*She looks at the star, her eyes widened. She feels a strange connection to it. She feels as if it's calling her*

*The stars around it began to fade and slowly replaced by the same blinking orange star*