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He opened his eyes; sitting up he glanced around taking in his surroundings, having to swat a bunny from his face. . . where was he and why was a bunny sitting on his face??
A field.
A very odd colored field; filled with rainbow-tinted grass, sprinkled with lavender petals, clear blue skies with a cloud here and there, animals and walking trees? roaming around.
He squinted, glancing upward, noticing a hand being held out to him. He couldn't see the figure's face; the sun being too bright, temporarily blinding him.
He hesitated, before taking the outstretched hand, standing up he sucked in a breath. Taking his time to take in her soft features.
A petite woman stood before him at exactly 5'5. She was dressed in a skin-tight; leafy two-piece, with a milk-white transparent overcoat with gold flakes that flowed down to the ground, her skin a clear bronze color that glowed against the sun's rays; with a trail of rabbit tattoos wrapped around her ankle and up her leg.
Her long, dreaded, wet hair; a nice clean milk color with random gold and crystal pieces wrapped around a lock or two; her eyes like big orbs of liquid honey, her long eyelashes fluttering up at him. . . almost teasingly.
Her thick, glossedlips parted into a charming smile.
"Come." She smiled, grabbing his hand, pulling him down the field. He followed blindly. . . though he'd be lying if he didn't steal a glance or two.
He decided to not question the jet-black, bunny - who sat on his face earlier - she held in her other hand.
He glanced down at her milk-white, dreaded hair; eyes widening at the length. Must be something in the water. . or the bunny.
"Where are you taking me, love?" He questioned, watching as the mysterious beauty only glanced at him with a warm smile.
She was now jogging him forward; not because she was in a rush, but because she was excited.
Through a swaying flower patch, past some walking tree's; watering their saplings, over a hill, through a forest with crossing bunnies and ducks. . . Finally, they made it to what looks like an enchanted lake. He glanced around at all the creatures playing around in the water, some surfing down the waterfall, others playing games and laughing around.
He was sold. . . It was so warm and calm. . like no one had anything to worry about, no responsibilities, no one trying to kill him. . . it was refreshing.
"You coming, love?" she drawled, snapping him from his thoughts.
He watched how she slowly slid off her overcoat that had him convinced she only wore it for show since it left nothing to the imagination.
She looked to be in her element. In a way she was. He watched as she dived headfirst into the water; her hair whipping behind her and into the water. His jaw fell open at the sight before him.
There she was in all her glory; her hair now completely soaked and sticking to her body, her skin glistened against the water, she was smiling at him with her hand outstretched; calling out to. . .him.
He stalked forward, taking his time, before reaching forward locking his hands with hers; his supposed dormant wolf howled, he could feel his heart start to race as she walked backward's pulling him forward.
Impossible.
"Who are you?" He questioned, feeling as though he had been following the beauty around like a lost puppy; he didn't mind though, he appreciated the warmth she gave him.
The woman lies back into the water, floating in front of him to which he unconsciously; wrapped his hands around her waist; seeing as her hair and, the bunny perched on her chest, would've made her sink, "Your soulmate."
He froze, noticing the choker around her neck. With his and her initials. . . he guessed, seeing as he didn't know her name. . He didn't notice how they both had the same letter 'M' as their last initial.
"You're not real." He denied. There was no way him, of all people, had a soulmate. . . someone who was designed specifically for him and himself alone. . It was just not possible.
"Of course I'm real, don't be silly," She laughed, pulling herself up by his shoulders; his hands already resting on her waistline, "You just haven't found me yet."
"I'll find you. . . And your rabbit," Klaus vowed, pressing his forehead against hers suppressing a smile, at the sound of her laughter.
