The Little Things [open]

[sara]

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[style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]I[/style]t was the little things in life that made Sara smile the most. A warm breeze. A small child hugging their parent. A store clerk calling out to passersby in order to make a sale. The birds chirping in the early hours of morning. A ray of warm sunshine. A good book. The perfect amount of shade beneath a tree. Finding a new healing spell to learn. Using that spell. Jovial laughter drifting out of a saloon. A couple holding hands while they walk down the street. A sailor climbing the main mast. The smell of the ocean. And this beach in Barbados. Sitting in the late afternoon on that long strip of nearly-empty sand, her bare toes slipping through the sand, Sara couldn’t stop smiling. It was a small, soft, happy little thing, brought on by the light breeze and the beautiful colors emanating through the sky by the falling sun. She wore a new dress, a light white one that was loose and flowed elegantly and was very pretty. She’d bought it from a wonderfully pleasant older woman who had been sitting beside a little vendor’s stand piled high with jewelry and pretty, cooling dresses. Her sandals, also new, sat beside her and her satchel was beside those. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her gaze stretching over the wide expansion of gorgeous rolling waves. The scene felt like something from one of her adventure novels. It was peaceful and calming and absolutely beautiful. ”Life should always be like this,” she concluded after a moment, chuckling at the silliness in talking to herself. She didn’t truly care, however, not being one to mind such things. She just relaxed there, enjoying her first evening in the new place, on this new land, amidst the sparkling waves and glittering sand. It truly was these little treasures that made her smile so. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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[ian]

Goddamnit, sometimes Ian hated the fact that he could teleport; especially when he was hungover. Most of the time, it was accidental. But his powers tended to be glitchy when he was feeling shitty or when he wasn't or was unable to pay much attention to anything he was doing. Now combine that with the fact he hadn't fed in awhile, and you've got how the King of Vampires was currently feeling. The blonde grumbled and rubbed his eyes furiously with the palms of his hands. His head felt like it was under a bell being rung while going through a carwash. Even he had to admit he had probably drank, or whatever the hell he did last night- too much. He was supposed to be young [by vampire standards] and be able to bounce back like it was nothing. But recently, he had begun to notice that he late night parties were beginning to take a full effect, which was something he wasn't ready for. The next thing he knew, he'd start cuoponing and hanging out in parks in hopes that someone will strike up a conversation with them. Ian hoped Casey or whoever he had partied it up with last night felt the same way, because he didn't want to feel old all alone.

The blonde king then began to stare at his surroundings and gather his thoughts before attempting to make another jump. With the fact that he hadn't obviously fed recently, he was far weaker than he was normally. The immense spark he usually felt inside of him was low and hushed. Even his senses and strength had been nullified, to the point where it was almost as insignificant and pathetic as a regular human's- as he didn't even realize someone else was there until he heard the voice of a young woman. Ian grumbled, finding himself growing uncomfortable in the red jacket he usually wore over whatever t-shirt he was wearing underneath. He discarded the jacket and then his shoes on the hot sand, finding it much easier to walk around with his size eleven feet free. He shoved his hands in his pockets, shivering slightly from the occasional salty breeze, which was all but too chilly for the blonde king's tastes.

Ian approached the girl quietly, staring at her for a long hard moment. She smelled absolutely wonderful, he had always had a thing for wizards. The temporary rush of power he always felt from drinking from them was immense- it was almost like a drug. And normally, that girl would be on the sand by now, screeching and feeling the blood rushing out of her. And apart of the blonde wanted to do that, so goddamn badly. But in the short time he and Casey had been married, he had a hard time doing that sort of thing now. He had stopped killing the people he fed on altogether, because Casey didn't like it. Not that it really gave him much of a buzz like it used to, anyway. And in a backward way, she might be able to help him find his way home without sucking her blood. Ian sighed, adjusting his glasses with one of his fingers. "Hey, you know where this is? Or the nearest town?" though he figured that there wouldn't be one within Ian walking distance.

[sara]

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[style=background-color: #eee; padding: 8px; width: 240px; margin-left: 3px; border-radius: 15px 0 0 15px;][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 5px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; border-radius: 10px 0 0 10px;][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #4ecdc4; font-size: 50px; float: left; margin-right: 5px; font-weight: 100!important;]L[/style]ost in her musings concerning the beautiful beach scene placed before her, Sara was slow to realize that she was no longer alone on the sandy paradise. It wasn’t until the other patron of the sand was almost to her that she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye. A short little squeak of surprise escaped her as golden eyes flitted to the newcomer’s form. He was standing close, also barefoot, and looked a mess. Sara has to bite the inside of her lip to refrain from succumbing to her motherly habits and rushing to his side in order to see if she could help. He looked strong enough, just perhaps merely disoriented. He was a vampire; that she could tell. Her work as a healer had forced the young woman to become accustomed with distinguishing between the many races in this world merely at a first glance. She had met plenty of vampires in her time, though her lack of cultural knowledge about the bloodsuckers restricted her from knowing that she was currently looking up at the king of their race. ”The nearest town?” she repeated, furrowing her brow in thought as she considered how far away the little town she was staying in was. She had been walking for quite some time, enjoying her little self-guided tour of the island, and hadn’t paid much attention to the time passed or the directions back to the village. Digging her toes further into the sand in slight frustration, Sara looked up at the vampire apologetically. ”I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t say that I do. You’re on a beach in Barbados, that’s about all I know. I’ve gotten myself a little lost as well.” And she chuckled at her own disparities as she stood up, wiping away any sand off of her pretty new dress and then moving to put on her sandals. After she was quickly satisfied with her appearance, Sara smiled charmingly at the man before her and held out her hand to him, her other gently tugging at the strap of her satchel, which was now hooked on her shoulder. ”I’m Sara,” she introduced herself in a friendly manner, that smile ever-present. ”Sara Geneva. If you need any help in getting to a village or anything else, I’d be happy to help. I’m a healer as well. You seem a tad… out of sorts? Anything I can do to help?” She softened her grin a bit, looking at him almost hopefully. If there was one thing she loved above all else, it was healing others and making them better and happier. He didn’t look particularly hurt, but Sara had also learned in her travels to never judge a patient by his outer appearance. It could cost someone a lot if she wasn’t careful. [/style][/style][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

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