Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2017 18:03:39 GMT -5
CHEWING PINK BUBBLEGUM
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Stay close to those whom feel like sunlight. Eventide had surmounted the once cerulean hues, its crepusular light of amber warmth and sunlit gloom now compelling thy vault of heaven to appear as a carnivorous flower; its confounding pigments of maroon beguiling those who gawked upon with captivated orbitals. Darkness and light vehemently collided with one another, vividly etching vivacious pigments amongst the somnolent horizon, depleted clouds torpidly wafting along its tangerine canvas. Varnished had it been by the vivid hues of burgundy maroons and vermillion celosia, the variegated welkin cantillating a silentious croon that only those of gratitude and patience could hearken to; and whilst chapfallen some observers may be of this fading sol—for it meant that soon darkness would fall—it was a phenomena, an unearthly spectacle to behold. Tranquil in its settling wake, idle and silent, but ever so vivid with the extraordinary essence of revitalizing nature. It was in this silence of nature where one would discover absolute bliss, a relevance that thy earth's beauty was more than enough to reach a state of peace. The earth had melodies for those whose sensory organs attentively listened, appreciating the serene timbres and tunes of inanimate life; and to those who valued this tellurian cosmos, they sought out nature to soothe and heal, to allow its beauty to once more place their senses back into order—and that's exactly what this blithe maiden had been doing upon this charming afternoon.Ethereal in one's tranquil presence was crafted upon she a beautifully calamitous simper, its denuded curvature caressing ever so tenderly this being's labrum as chromatic oculi were bewitched by such beauty of dusk. Ochroid orbitals emulated fierce hues of the dying sun's berceause, its crepuscular emissions gingerly brushing amongst this matron's lambent eyes; and like that of honey, twin oculi appeared phosphorescent within the transparent grasp of crepuscular warmth. The sun; this maiden, oh how she revered the omnipotent sun. "I swear," heavily respired a Sayainness' prepossessing croon, "—there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell," composedly remarked this traipsing maiden, a comely vocalization it was that came from she; winsome and mesmeric in its own bewitching consonance as one revered the afternoon sun.
The humidity-relieved atmosphere had been embellished by the aqueous ornamentation of mortal confabulation, the realm of employed tellurians surging with the vitality of smitten laughters and irrelevant blather within the bustling streets of West City. And amongst this compilation of stimulated flesh be latent the body of a Saiyaness whose being lithely strolled along. Quite bizarre, was it; not 'oft was this hybridized being, Sonoshee, discovered here in the western metropolitan setting—it was much too congested for this maiden's soul of solitude. Having been thy kin of a reclusive bloke, it was only habitual of this prepossessing maiden to prefer the richness of sheer silence and isolation. But oddly enough, here she was, composedly present in the wavering ocean of thriving mortals.
Serenely swaying abaft her curvaceous posterior were the elongated locks of auricomous hair, the gentle strands of blonde filaments captured by the imperceptible phalanges of dusk's greedy gales as she strolled along, curious oculi of illuminating golds waltzing amongst the concrete scenery before one's being. "Sheesh, it's been some time since I've last been here, I don't even know where I am..." the bronzed maiden embarrassingly mumbled to oneself, an inaudible giggle of sweet nectarine brushing off thy lips of pompous saccharine. Ever so softly, the Saiyan hybrid's cranium tenderly cocked at a slight angle, lengthy locks of blonde traveling gingerly amongst the woman's curvesome backside. "If I recall correctly, the mall should be about a block away from this street," the dame of bisque hues articulated in a calculating hum, an expression of honest puzzlement invading such tantalizing facial features. As this petite Saiyaness roamed forth, it was an alluring stride that Sonoshee candidly possessed in her movements, a gait that consisted of one foot in front of the other, effortlessly applying natural emphasis on the sway of generous hips. The god-forbidden curves amongst the plains of this damnable woman had been evident beneath the thin material of thy choice of casual attire; garnished amongst the feminine physique of this woman was a bodycon dress of achromic pigment, the skin-fitted article neglecting the usage of accessorized sleeves. To retain a modest image, though, denuded delts had not been freely exposed as Sonoshee had varnished the superior region of her being with a quarter jacket of carmine red, its style similar to that of a traditional varsity jacket. Its slate, crew collar remained disassociated due to the rare allowance of an unzipped garment, unearthing the visual of Sonoshee's isthmus—a feature that was quite scarce when viewing this woman due to the perceptible, war-inflicted scar that swathed the ecru plains of her esophagus. Fortunately for those who'd dare gaze upon this woman would be spared such a gruesome visual, for it had been effortlessly concealed by a choker of stygian velvet. Never would a soul, so she swore, see such laceration.
Perhaps, yes, it was unusual attire for this Saiyaness who preferred the traditional fashions of female ninpo; but to denature oneself for the sake of blending in amongst modish mortals, the blonde believed that adopting different traditions was advantageous. And whilst traveling as a maiden with a lilliputian waist and sun-kissed thighs, she had appeared as nought but a doltish, muliebrous mortal—fortunately disguising her Saiyan lineage to those whom lacked yōki sensory. However, despite one's current exterior, this hybridized extraterrestrial was bequeathed an infectious lineament from one's deceased, tellurian mother: genuine benevolence teemed beautifully within this Saiyaness' eyes—any soul could see it from galaxies away.
Abruptly, the immediate surfacing of a scintillating palm of scarlet complexions coerced this dame to cease one's heeled freight at the pedestrian crossing, the STOP signal indicating all pedestrians to halt and await their respected turn to cross once more. In the midst of one's stationary position, Sonoshee's orbitals peered forth upon the airborne and ground-level automobiles afore she, the blonde's oculi of sunlit hues teeming with frenetic embers of innocent perplexity; how grateful had this earthling Saiyaness been for ability of flight—she could not fathom awaiting traffic on the daily like this. The corner occupied by on-foot civilians began to accumulate whilst the pedestrian light maintained its halting signal, the woman impassively awaiting just along the very brim of the sidewalk and bituminous street. The time-appetent automobiles that expeditiously zoomed by wafted gales in the wake of civilians, the rapidly passing transportation blowing Sonoshee's hair in a writhing fashion; how irksome. Whilst one's left metacarpal was situated comfortably in the midst of the quarter jacket's pocket, the maiden's dextral limb rose to attempt capturing a fluttering lock to once more tuck abaft an ecru ear when suddenly it glaciated in mid-air. From one's keen peripherals, the abrupt visual of an unobservant toddler drifting past the sculpted legs of this hybrid enforced the woman's hand to then lurch toward the oblivious boy. As the dainty being absentmindedly proceeded to skip into the car-congested street—the youngling preoccupied by some electronic device in the midst of his teeny hands—the blonde rashly grasped a fistful of the youth's collar amongst the nape of his bare neck and effortlessly yanked the toddler rearwards, a meek and awfully awkward shriek escaping the frightened boy as he was briskly removed from the street. Retracting a clothed limb backward, the woman pulled the youngling back toward safety and gently positioned the infantile boy down upon his dainty feet, his minuscule, bobbling head ascending to glance at the woman who spared him; Sonoshee arched a dark brow upward out of frustration. Posturing bisque hands amongst the silhouette of one's waist, the pulchritudinous mistress bent forth at the hips and leaned in utterly close to the boy, an indubitable expression of comical vexation corrupting the Saiyaness' beauteous features. "You need to be more cautious of your surroundings—you could have gotten yourself badly injured!" the dame concernedly exclaimed in a firm yet mellifluous tune; the entirety of the child's diminutive being wilted beneath the maiden's molten timbres. Silence permeated the child's tongue of abashment, the wild shrubbery of a heated blush flourishing amidst the plump, infantile cheeks of the human boy. Without an utterance, the youngling rashly shoved his teeny hand into the woman's face, clutching a red package of pink bubblegum in the midst of his fragile fist. Startled, the mistress abruptly flinched rearward as the teeny hand neared, innocently blinking at the chewy confectionery held out to her. The youth's oculi glistened with humiliation as he offered the woman gum. "I-I'm sorry for not being careful, so h-here! This is for saving me!" the lavender-haired child stammered betwixt meek sniffles. "My mommy t-taught me that it's kind to g-give someone something out of gratitude—so here, you can have t-two pieces of gum!"
The startled expression that had foredoomed the maiden's features momentarily diminished into a contortion of halcyon flattery, golden oculi tender in thy afternoon's light. "Thank you," mellifluously crooned the honeyed symphonious of a Saiyan hybrid, nimble phalanges gently pinching twain sticks. "Now be careful, okay? Look both ways when crossing the street next time," Sonoshee's saccharine voice instructed; the youngling initiated a rather swift and isolated nod with his matted cranium of powdered-lilac tincture, slipping off within the now advancing crowd of pedestrians. The golden oculi of topazion hues analyzed the chewable matter as she pondered such infantile words, an expression of awe laminating the ecru plains of her caramel complexion. "A sign of gratitude, huh?"
The woman's fist then clutched over twin sticks of gum.
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