growing up on the streets is hard. but growing up on the streets alone in Ramshackle is much worse. But a young lady by the name of Lorelei plans on making it better by opening "The Scrap House"
join her and her new friends as they go on crazy adve...
After calming Stone down after she got Bones off his face, Lorelai sat in her secret garden outside of the scrap house.
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She sighed as she looked at the night sky above her. Every time she looked up at earth's stars, she couldn't help but be amazed by how breathtaking it was. Suddenly, she felt a flower being tucked behind her ear. A light giggle came from her lips before looking at who was responsible. Stone smiled before he sat down on the swing right next to her.
"Hi" she said sweetly.
"Hi. Feeling better?" He asked, his irish accent making butterflies flutter in her stomach.
"Mostly. I'm still a little shocked that I'm the daughter of Roo. But, as long as you and my friends, everything will be fine" she replied, sounding like her usual, hopeful self again.
Stone nodded once before, suddenly standing up, held his hand out with a inviting smile, and started singing to her.
🖤You've already done so much
So many lives you changed
So many souls you touched
And in the end
If it was only me you saved-🖤
🌈There's something that I've been dying to say.
More than anything
More than anything
You need to know that I love you more than anything.
More than anything.🌈
He moved closer-- she moved closer. Neither of them knowing what this was leading to, but they were just letting the moment happen as time passes. This felt unexpected, yet very expected at the same time. Stone rest his palm on her cheek, allowing her to lean into his cold touch. God, her eyes were just so condescending. Her long, beautiful black and white hair a slight mess, her gaze fixing on his lips. Lorelai hooked her thumb around his jacket as she pulled him, pulling him down until their lips embraced eachother. Though this was one of the many times they kissed, it still felt like their first. Stone didn't want to lose her, ever. He won't. No, he would need to die first for he rather bear with his own death then bear with her's. And what did he get from loving Lorelai?
Nothing.
He got nothing but losing. He lost his pains, his standoffish demeanor, his suffering, his words every single time that he saw her. To him, she was like a song. A beautiful, uplifting song he wish he composed.
As they enjoyed they're silent, romantic embrace, the moonlight caused their shadows to cascade across the ground. Lorelai's had her horns, new wings and her tail. While Stone's one the other hand had the boney outline of wings and curving horns on his head.
