004: Memory Share 🌼 Giggles & Flowers

[unknownmoirai]

It's a perfect day. Warm tempered air lightly curls through the trees as a light spring breeze carries the sweet scent of pollen across a field of wild grass. The sun is warm and deliciously sweet as it lightly kisses the exposed stretches of lovely pale skin. Everything feels lighter; your clothes are sheer silk and wrapped around your slender frame in a way that makes it feel as if you're wearing nothing at all.

In front of you is another young woman. She looks to be seventeen and not unlike a certain angel. The girl's eyes are a deep emerald green with a sharp wit that made it seem as if she could see through anything. Her hair is a light chestnut brown, curling in loose ringlets around her shoulders. Her features are angular but stunning. Where angel is sweetness and light, this girl is devious with a mind that sought to bend and toy with the rules.

"I don't think that's a good idea." The voice is sweet, feminine and familiar to those who knew her.

Dark hair slides through her fingers as she begins to braid roses into her sister hair. "And why not? You might want to be a Keeper but that's so dull. Where is your sense of adventure?"

Angel laughs and shakes her head. "You have enough adventure for the both of us. How about something smaller to start?" Her head tilts and the view changes as she meets her sisters gaze. "Can you think of something else you'd like?"

The darker haired woman gently picks up one of the roses and begins to carefully pluck off its thorns. "Fine then." Her voice is brisk and terse but it only lasts a moment before her displeasure ebbs and another idea rises to hers lips. "A tattoo of a rose. We'll both get one and it'll be the start of our adventure." She plucked a petal off a rose and tossed it behind her. "It's perfect for us. We're lovely and covered with thorns."

"A tattoo?" The replying voice is warm, skeptical but also a little excited. It's obvious that she doesn't do things like this. "Alright. I promise. We will both get roses."

"You could sound more excited." The dark haired woman tosses a rose at your face and the scene breaks out into a fit of giggles and flowers.