we always have been
connected for eternity
Everything was new. All of it was unfamiliar yet refreshing at the same time.
This would be the sentiment of the lady with hair like the flaming embers of the sun as she looked out the window. There she could see the rising buildings and the seamless clean-cut architecture of the city. It was what one would expect in a bustling metropolis which should be a similar trend across the capitals of the world. Still, her attention was captivated by it wholeheartedly that her companion could not help but smile at her expression. It is now evident why the cold doctor seemed so taken. "We should be arriving soon. Dr. Blake would be glad to see you."
That name alone was indeed enough to shift her attention towards to the man who was sent to pick her up from the airport. She offered a smile, one filled with joy. "Same here! It's been a while since we've seen each other." Specifically, it had been six months since their last meeting. The doctor had been busy and she did not like to bother him when he was on the roll. It is why she was glad that he had summoned her to come and stay with him during her vacation from college. After all, he was her guardian and in every sense, he was the only parent she had known. "I'm also glad he managed to have some off from all of his research. He can be rather workaholic."
It was point that cannot be denied. Dr. Blake was serious in his work as such he became a pioneer and has a reputation for genetic engineering and most importantly the production of the Cure for Vampirism. In this current timeline, it had been labeled as a sickness instead of a separate entity or a race apart of humans. How time indeed flies and how easy opinions change as well. "That indeed. It's good that you came. The doctor needs some relaxation and he only gets that when you're around." She cannot disagree on that assumption and she smiled with such adoration.
Upon seeing that, anyone cannot help but blush and so he did. She was already a beauty on her own right and if not then the multitude of billboards and media ads that they passed by were definitive proof. The girl is a rising model with various sponsorships. Why not? Her striking features of crimson orange remind one the warmth and fierceness of the flames. She is both blinding and exquisite yet has fragility and strength unhampered. There is no doubt as to why many are captivated to her charm which she does with no effort. "That reminds me---"
Those words did not register to her anymore as a voice that had been consistent throughout her life echoed inside her head.
"I finally found you..."
Without any warning, she opened the door of the car and ran out through the bustling crowd. It was a good thing that there was no movement as the light was on red. "Yume!" She continued to run as if there was a chase for whom and for what. All of those variables are up in the air. The people who were startled because of her antic made way for her. Just like so, she continued on her trek. There was desperation on her face and those eyes of sunset gold seemed to be focused on something or even probably someone that no one else could see.
And then, it disappeared as if it was but a dream.
Yume soon found herself on the ground and was slowly returning to the reality. She appeared to have collided with an object, but upon hearing a rather annoyed voice. It appeared to be a person as she looked up to see a figure looking down on her with irritation. "Sorry." She helped herself to stand and dusted her clothes. After doing so, she looked back at the person she bumped into. He was handsome that much she would agree on. The only problem would be how he called her. "I know it's my fault, but it's not nice calling someone a twat." Her tone held seriousness which was backed up by her gaze. At that point, people seemed to gather around them. "Okay?" She reached out her hand towards him for a handshake, a simple symbol of apology from both sides.
On another area at the same time,
"Is this what you are busy with Six." There was no hesitation in that tone nor is there any room for casual conversation. It was a simple commentary that does not need any response. Then again, those blue eyes held such a cutting coldness as it gaze at the female who greeted him upon entering the shop. He was assessing her and it was not in a way which people do when they find someone enthralling. Instead, his attention was out of interest of how useful she could be in his research, a mere object that can be dissected and experimented on. It was methodical, calculated, and without even recognition that this individual is a living creature.
A contrast indeed from the vision he presents himself. Long golden blonde tresses that appeared to feathery soft, cerulean eyes like bluest sky, and a face that is aesthetically pleasing in every angle, there was no doubt why a certain ward of his called him an angel before. His appearance denotes one and yet his intentions and his actions do not at the very least echo that at all. "I would like a bouquet of sunflowers." He looked towards where the said flower was displayed. It was one of his agenda to pick something for his vacationing charge.
"In addition, I would require your cooperation in my research." There was no middle in his statement. Knowing his reputation as Dr. Sayge Blake, he would get what he wants at all cost.
This would be the sentiment of the lady with hair like the flaming embers of the sun as she looked out the window. There she could see the rising buildings and the seamless clean-cut architecture of the city. It was what one would expect in a bustling metropolis which should be a similar trend across the capitals of the world. Still, her attention was captivated by it wholeheartedly that her companion could not help but smile at her expression. It is now evident why the cold doctor seemed so taken. "We should be arriving soon. Dr. Blake would be glad to see you."
That name alone was indeed enough to shift her attention towards to the man who was sent to pick her up from the airport. She offered a smile, one filled with joy. "Same here! It's been a while since we've seen each other." Specifically, it had been six months since their last meeting. The doctor had been busy and she did not like to bother him when he was on the roll. It is why she was glad that he had summoned her to come and stay with him during her vacation from college. After all, he was her guardian and in every sense, he was the only parent she had known. "I'm also glad he managed to have some off from all of his research. He can be rather workaholic."
It was point that cannot be denied. Dr. Blake was serious in his work as such he became a pioneer and has a reputation for genetic engineering and most importantly the production of the Cure for Vampirism. In this current timeline, it had been labeled as a sickness instead of a separate entity or a race apart of humans. How time indeed flies and how easy opinions change as well. "That indeed. It's good that you came. The doctor needs some relaxation and he only gets that when you're around." She cannot disagree on that assumption and she smiled with such adoration.
Upon seeing that, anyone cannot help but blush and so he did. She was already a beauty on her own right and if not then the multitude of billboards and media ads that they passed by were definitive proof. The girl is a rising model with various sponsorships. Why not? Her striking features of crimson orange remind one the warmth and fierceness of the flames. She is both blinding and exquisite yet has fragility and strength unhampered. There is no doubt as to why many are captivated to her charm which she does with no effort. "That reminds me---"
Those words did not register to her anymore as a voice that had been consistent throughout her life echoed inside her head.
"I finally found you..."
Without any warning, she opened the door of the car and ran out through the bustling crowd. It was a good thing that there was no movement as the light was on red. "Yume!" She continued to run as if there was a chase for whom and for what. All of those variables are up in the air. The people who were startled because of her antic made way for her. Just like so, she continued on her trek. There was desperation on her face and those eyes of sunset gold seemed to be focused on something or even probably someone that no one else could see.
And then, it disappeared as if it was but a dream.
Yume soon found herself on the ground and was slowly returning to the reality. She appeared to have collided with an object, but upon hearing a rather annoyed voice. It appeared to be a person as she looked up to see a figure looking down on her with irritation. "Sorry." She helped herself to stand and dusted her clothes. After doing so, she looked back at the person she bumped into. He was handsome that much she would agree on. The only problem would be how he called her. "I know it's my fault, but it's not nice calling someone a twat." Her tone held seriousness which was backed up by her gaze. At that point, people seemed to gather around them. "Okay?" She reached out her hand towards him for a handshake, a simple symbol of apology from both sides.
On another area at the same time,
"Is this what you are busy with Six." There was no hesitation in that tone nor is there any room for casual conversation. It was a simple commentary that does not need any response. Then again, those blue eyes held such a cutting coldness as it gaze at the female who greeted him upon entering the shop. He was assessing her and it was not in a way which people do when they find someone enthralling. Instead, his attention was out of interest of how useful she could be in his research, a mere object that can be dissected and experimented on. It was methodical, calculated, and without even recognition that this individual is a living creature.
A contrast indeed from the vision he presents himself. Long golden blonde tresses that appeared to feathery soft, cerulean eyes like bluest sky, and a face that is aesthetically pleasing in every angle, there was no doubt why a certain ward of his called him an angel before. His appearance denotes one and yet his intentions and his actions do not at the very least echo that at all. "I would like a bouquet of sunflowers." He looked towards where the said flower was displayed. It was one of his agenda to pick something for his vacationing charge.
"In addition, I would require your cooperation in my research." There was no middle in his statement. Knowing his reputation as Dr. Sayge Blake, he would get what he wants at all cost.