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Post by TRISTAN TORRES on Jul 24, 2012 0:18:49 GMT -5
Oh, my love, my darling , I've hungered for your touch a long, lonely time And time goes by so slowly and time can do so much. Are you still mine?
Tristan smiled as his feet tapped softly against the pavement. The impulse of sway ran through his body, but he stood there smiling as he watched the band on the lit up stage. He watched the lead singer with his fingers curled around the microphone as soft lyrics poured from his lips and projected to the listening audience.
I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love to me!
From what Tristan gathered, yearly in this park, they hosted some sort of romance fest here. Mostly American tourist attended the event; bands would come out all day playing classic romance songs. Other romantic activities would go on too, such as horse carriage rides through the park. Then later that night, they would feature a classic romance film (Tristan was sure that someone told him that the classic film premiering tonight would be Casa Blanca, which he would surely be staying just to watch). Tristan just happened to be jogging when he came across the sweet melody.
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea to the open arms of the sea Lonely rivers sigh "Wait for me, wait for me" I'll be coming home, wait for me!
Tristan smiled as he warmly gazed at the lovely couples that waltz and twirled on the park grass. Watching the couples gaze softly into each other’s eyes or nuzzle softly to melodic notes brought a bittersweet feeling to Tristan. A pleasurable feeling came from watching gleeful couples sway together, but at the same time, it reminded Tristan of how much he would adore having someone look at him like these couples looked at each other.
Oh, my love, my darling, I've hungered, hungered for your touch a long, lonely time
“I wish I had someone to at least dance with.” Tristan sighed as he leaned upon the tree again surveying the surrounding environment. He wondered if there were other people out here wondering around without a partner to dance with or cuddle with. He only found himself in a sea of adoring couples.
And time goes by so slowly and time can do so much Are you still mine? Wait…was that? Tristan furrowed his eyebrows before stepped on the freshly manicured green sea of grass. He slipped through the crowd of dancing couples, lightly pushing through the people as a soft smile slowly stretched across his features as the blurry yet familiar face began to sharpen. Tristan’s fast paced walk turned into a sprint.
“Toru!” Tristan giggled as he shouted out to the familiar gardener. He threw himself at the older male wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace.
“Toru! What you doing here? Are you here with anyone else? Why aren’t you dancing with him?”
I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love to me!
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Post by toru fujioka on Aug 12, 2012 6:59:37 GMT -5
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it was a given, then, that he'd find himself among the crowd in their annual 'romance-fest', as many had affectionately dubbed it. he'd heard about it from his colleagues earlier in the day, found out that they'd be screening movies, and that alone was enough to have him promptly drop his gardening equipment for a day out at the park.
It was obviously an attraction aimed at tourists, and as he squeezed through a crowd, murmuring accented 'excuse mes' as he did so, he was both unsurprised and relieved to find that no one recognised him. crowds like these had a tendency to make him uncomfortable - he had no idea when someone would figure out who he was.
the band started up again, and toru paused for a few moments, if only to appreciate the rich tenor of the lead singer's voice. unconciously swaying to the tune of the song, he was taken by surprise when someone cried out his name from behind him, snapping him out of his reverie.
"tristan!" toru wrapped his arms around the other male, taking a few steps backward to steady himself.
"i'm here for the romance... ball, or something!" - he punctuated his sentence with a sheepish laugh, gently pulling back from tristan so he wasn't speaking into the brunette's cheek. "and i was alone until you came..."
trailing off with a contemplative expression on his face, toru took a step back from tristan, glancing around the area to see if anyone was looking. after affirming that they weren't being watched, he leant forward in a dinky attempt at a princely bow, before playfully taking a hold of tristan's hands.
"would you like a dance?" [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland[/style] |
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