Post by Erik Olsen on Aug 10, 2011 3:59:51 GMT
[[ I'm okay with anyone joining in, stranger or not~! ]]
Lukas wove his way through the crowds of people that were gathered to see the meteor show. It was going to happen tonight, and he wanted to see the meteors falling. It would be nice if he could share it with some person, but he was surely not going to spend such a special moment with a stranger. It would be awkward, and he'd rather just watch the meteor shower with a stranger and not call it a 'special moment.'
Of course, he didn't mind watching it with anyone that he considered a friend. It would be interesting to see someone he knew, and that meant he probably would not have to spend the night alone. Though, he knew that friends would probably have better things to do rather than spend time with him, so he dismissed that thought quickly, shaking his head and huffing softly.
'Maybe I will just spend it alone...' The Norwegian man thought, walking off to one of the telescopes that was not being used by anyone and was not close to big groups of people. He spotted a small table and a few chairs, sitting down in one of the chairs and resting his arms on the table. He slowly moved his head down to rest it on his arms, blonde hair bouncing. He nuzzled his nose closer to the warm scarf, giving off a small sigh and yawning. He would wait for the meteors to come; for now, he would just wait in the chair. He smiled lightly. Closing eyes that were pools of blue, he silently wished that he could spend something like this with... family. What a difference it would make.
The wind silently swished around him, blowing some of his lightly colored hair in his face and picking up slightly. That meant that some sort of storm was coming up soon. He was used to this kind of weather, and since he was so used to it, he could easily tell the difference between regular wind and wind that usually came before storms. The wind carried the scent of people, drinks, and bread. Metal was also mixed into the scent, and there was the faintest smell of salt in the air. It made a weird combination.
Some of the trees that were around him moved with the wing, leaves rustling and moving in the wind. They weren't planted into the ground. Instead, these trees were planted in pots that would hold to the ground in a storm. It made the place look nice, and there were some flowers that could be spotted from where he was sitting. They were off in a small field that was in the distance, and he could swear that he saw the tiny flowers moved with the wind.
Lukas wove his way through the crowds of people that were gathered to see the meteor show. It was going to happen tonight, and he wanted to see the meteors falling. It would be nice if he could share it with some person, but he was surely not going to spend such a special moment with a stranger. It would be awkward, and he'd rather just watch the meteor shower with a stranger and not call it a 'special moment.'
Of course, he didn't mind watching it with anyone that he considered a friend. It would be interesting to see someone he knew, and that meant he probably would not have to spend the night alone. Though, he knew that friends would probably have better things to do rather than spend time with him, so he dismissed that thought quickly, shaking his head and huffing softly.
'Maybe I will just spend it alone...' The Norwegian man thought, walking off to one of the telescopes that was not being used by anyone and was not close to big groups of people. He spotted a small table and a few chairs, sitting down in one of the chairs and resting his arms on the table. He slowly moved his head down to rest it on his arms, blonde hair bouncing. He nuzzled his nose closer to the warm scarf, giving off a small sigh and yawning. He would wait for the meteors to come; for now, he would just wait in the chair. He smiled lightly. Closing eyes that were pools of blue, he silently wished that he could spend something like this with... family. What a difference it would make.
The wind silently swished around him, blowing some of his lightly colored hair in his face and picking up slightly. That meant that some sort of storm was coming up soon. He was used to this kind of weather, and since he was so used to it, he could easily tell the difference between regular wind and wind that usually came before storms. The wind carried the scent of people, drinks, and bread. Metal was also mixed into the scent, and there was the faintest smell of salt in the air. It made a weird combination.
Some of the trees that were around him moved with the wing, leaves rustling and moving in the wind. They weren't planted into the ground. Instead, these trees were planted in pots that would hold to the ground in a storm. It made the place look nice, and there were some flowers that could be spotted from where he was sitting. They were off in a small field that was in the distance, and he could swear that he saw the tiny flowers moved with the wind.