☘—hills。

@♕ sarah m｡ @♕ louis h｡ @☾ yoongi m｡ @☾ sunghoon b｡ @☼ tinashe k｡ ( Open! )

"My Lady's eyes are like the skies: a soft and sunlit blue; no other fair could half compare in sweet midsummer hue." The lute strings hummed beneath my fingers and my voice carried far over the plain, echoing against the tall hills of lush grass. "My Lady's eyes cannot disguise her tender, gentle heart; she cannot feign, she feels my pain whenever we must part." I breathed deeply through the soft instrumental segment- reveling in the faint aroma of poppies on the breeze.

"Now while I live I need- must- give her all my love and more, that she may know I worship so: this one that I adore." I sang this for nobody in particular. I know no lover or fare, but the Earth beneath my bare feet was as good a subject to serenade as anything. "And while away, I long and pray the days may speed, and then I heartward hie, I flee, I fly, to see her eyes again." I plucked each little cord with delicate fingertips and let the thrum resound- the final chord a sweet major arpeggio that slowly died out. A yawn parted my lips, and as if on cue, my wolfhound, Canon mirrored me. With a grin, I lay the lute on the dry grass and sprawled with my head resting on the beast's flank. He was also spread comfortably on the ground, and together we napped.

@☾ sunghoon b｡ Tonight, much like any night, was filled with nightmares. Some days they were memories of Sunyoung's past, some days they were exaggerated versions of the present, and other days they were ideas for the future. Dark eyes flicked back and forth beneath her eyelids as she curled up tighter and tighter in her sleeping position. Whether it was her way of protecting herself or not, she wasn't sure.

She soon jumps in shock, immediately getting into a sitting position as a gasp leaves her. Seconds later she's holding her head due to dizziness. Damn her for sitting up too fast. "Stupid dizzy spells." She mutters, eyes finally fluttering open as she looks for the source of the touch, mind then registering the voice she had completely dismissed beforehand. "Sunghoon? What is it? It's late, isn't it?" The female leaned over to squint at him, her vision clarity eventually clearing up, gaze then shifting to the cake in his hand. "Is that a cake I see?"

@☾sunyoung p｡ The night is quiet, and in the blackened sky hangs the lone white orb, shining like a bright pearl in the darkness. Sometimes Sunghoon liked to call it the 'Eye of Heaven' because such an existence of purity like the moon makes him feel undeserving, but it's a thought he liked to keep to himself since he's always considered his thoughts silly. Tonight feels like a good night. Uneventful, sure, considering the humans haven't required much hunting today, but it doesn't hinder his craving for a little celebration. There's a gentle breeze in the air caressing his skin, and the stars wink at him from high above. An idea kindles from the back of his mind.

A dozen minutes later.

"Sunyoung, hey," his voice is barely a whisper as he nudges her by the forearm, his other hand carefully balancing the plate, "wake up. I've got a surprise."