Flowers Clouds Romane & Geschichten

I can feel moisture in the air itself, waiting, ready to obey. I extend my hand over the flowers, focusing on the pull inside me. A second passes, and then another, before the sky above responds. Rain falls, not in delicate drops, but in a sudden downpour, drenching the flowers and the ground beneath my feet. I watch in stunned silence as the rain cascades down, soaking everything in its path.

"The magic here is... it's alive." Suddenly, the forest opened up to reveal a hidden glade, a circular clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal light. At the center of the glade stood a single, enchanting Moonflower, its petals shimmering with a magical glow. The flower radiated a power that seemed to pulse with life, its light casting a mesmerizing aura over the entire glade.

Thousands of red roses arranged in rows, planted in perfect order. Holy shit, this is more than romantic. The aroma is heavenly. I would describe it as a sea of ​​flowers. Conventional people get flowers, and I have a rose garden at my feet. The earth is not visible, because the petals that the wind ripped from the flowers fell and made a blanket on the ground, like floral blood covering everything that can be seen. "Aaron…" I say ecstatically. It's still early afternoon, however, the sun is covered by clouds, and the weather is closed.

I waited in the dark parking lot of our school for ten minutes before I saw the headlights that turned toward me. Steve and Mike climbed out of a truck and walked to where I was leaning against my Jeep. They were too relaxed to suspect anything. “Hey, man, this is going to be awesome,” Mike said and blew on his hands and put them under his arms against the cold. I smiled as I looked at them and lifted my hands. “I command from the gods, the righteous path to unfold. Rjóðr eldr.” The red flames formed in my hands and it glowed eerily in the dark.

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

● Music recommendation : Clouds It's almost midnight. I quietly climb up the stairs to the rooftop. There is a little garden of flowers, now they are starting blossoming. I inhale deeply the sweet scent of them, crossing my arms across my chest. The air is cold but refreshing, it starts to calm my mind and I slowly stare up at the sky.

Let's wait for the rain to pass by, and I will send you to your cottage later," Damien was filled with panic while Flora was the exact opposite. She kept looking back despite Damien almost dragging her out of the shore. Islands would have such phenomenal weather. As the sun shines so bright in the morning, the water cycle creates clouds, and before the day ends, it would rain if it gets too heavy. What Flora saw, rain falling heavily from a distance was that the heavy clouds were on that location when it rained. Because of the open space between above the sea and below the clouds, it was visible to see the rain falling that way. It could have been raining at the farthest City, but they could

“She is gone! Mother is gone!” Sara stared at the strange place around her through half-closed eyes, a roofless room with grey walls and a grassy ground, the grass was so green and soft, with different varieties of flowers, but what caught her attention about the strange place was the sky above her. She didn’t know whether what she was looking at was the sky or something else, for it didn’t look like the sky she came to know, instead, it was a mixture of moving, soft, almost fluid clouds, some very white, others very black, the clouds were intertwined in a way as if each tried to infiltrate the other but they were still unable to mix up, like water and oil floating together.

And I certainly didn’t want to be the person he would waste his love on. “Caspian.” I stared at the small white pieces of clouds that were floating in the sky without having to care about anything. I wanted to be like those clouds. So light in weight that I could float around without caring about anything. He hummed as he too was staring at those clouds and I wondered what he must be thinking at that moment, what was he feeling when he was staring up at them, when we were lying on the green grass, under the shade of the tree, surrounded by those beautiful flowers that looked like something out of this world. As if his parents asked heaven for the seeds of these flowers.